Entry tags:
Capitalism, Hey!: avante en garde
[ 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? ]

Re: YEAR 3
The coughs racking his body just hurt... everywhere...]
Re: YEAR 3
W-We're...fucked.
Re: YEAR 3
How much longer's... this gonna go?
Re: YEAR 3
Re: YEAR 3
Just fuckin'... let us die 'lready...
Re: YEAR 3
I don't wanna...
Re: YEAR 3
R-right. J... just hold on a little longer, Ni...
Re: YEAR 3
Y'fuckin' hold on...