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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
'Least... we're not outside... 'nymore.
Re: YEAR 3
Don't tell me you're more comfortable like this?
Re: YEAR 3
Re: YEAR 3
... Sorry. I'm just an idiot.
Re: YEAR 3
No. You've been... c-carrying me, th' whole Game...
Re: YEAR 3
[ her voice cracks, and she cuts herself off, covering her face and inhaling slowly ]
... Sorry.
Re: YEAR 3
[He wasn't scared of dying, so - it'd be okay. Right?]
Re: YEAR 3