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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? ]
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? ]
THE END.
You're...still alive? No, no. You definitely died. You're still riddled with disease, still dying from the alcohol filling your veins, but...you're still standing.
You don't get to do much with your second chance, though. A prison riot breaks out nearby your home, and a simultaneous worker's revolution and the military which comes to stop it makes the city an absolute warzone.
In the end, you don't get to see who wins. It's definitely not you.
A stick of dynamite blasts your family apart, and you die once more. Mangled, diseased, and drunk.
Proceed to ENDGAME.