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Capitalism, Hey!: BARiTONES
[ 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? ]

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Or, we could not randomly murder people when we don't have to and figure another way out of this. How about that?
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I'm not going let them keep on fucking with us like this, Koko. You keep saying they'll come harder every time but it's already always hard. So what are you scared of? They'll decide to kill you when they decide to kill you and it doesn't matter whether you've done anything or not, you told me that!
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[When did Ruby get so bloodthirsty. . .?]
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Also, losing is scary? ]
That's why I have plans besides that. Speaking of, I have some starving to go do. Be a good girl and make sure Crown doesn't lose his pretty little head, 'kay?
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[Lashing her tail in so much fucking anxiety god this sucks.]
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