idolpro | Capitalism, Hey!: AlcheME!

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Capitalism, Hey!: AlcheME!

[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a run-down one-room shack, with the distinct feeling that the people around you are your family, if you didn't already have such a bond with them.

You're wearing raggedy versions of your uniform, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME%, in the year %CONTEMPORARY%. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing a recent high-profile murder having been solved: despite confusion on the part of the authorities conducting the initial investigation, it turns out the victim had been tragically murdered via gun in the knife.

What do you do? ]

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While you were shot nonfatally, your injuries have resulted in COMPLICATIONS, resulting in THE DISEASE. You find yourselves growing wearier and wearier every day, while also becoming more and more temperamental and crazy. LEAD POISONING is a fuck.

We have medicine please take the medicine...

[going to. medicate U]

[ making such a :////// over his BULLET injury ]

This was the last outfit I had that didn't have game perforations in it.

I guess you can sew them up...? Or buy a new outfit. It's probably asking too much not to be perforated.

[ I wonder if I can just like, reach into the hole in my body, and, pull out the bulleNOPE THAT HURTS okay I guess the bullet just stays in there ]

I'll buy new outfits, I'm rich.