Capitalism, Hey!: BARiTONES

[idolpro]

[ 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? ]

Comments

[lefthandpath]

The deluded and ignorant weak think that justice has any place in how this world is run!

[syckophant]

It's not about justice.

Fine. Steal food. We steal food. Might as well. Hell, if we go to prison, at least then we would have a roof over our heads and food. Nice, right? Perfect. Let's get to it.

[lefthandpath]

[THANK YOU.]

[justicebewon]

Justice is strength.

Strength is all there is. You fight your way to the top or you die trying. That's all life is.

[lefthandpath]

YOU CAN'T FIGHT IF YOU DIE STARVING IN THE GUTTER.

[justicebewon]

...Yeah? Watch me.

I'll go hunt the idiots who stole from us. I won't eat. One mouth less for you to feed. I'll come back with my head high or not at all.

[lefthandpath]

You'll starve and you'll die. And I'll pity you for it.

[because it could have been fucking avoided to begin with]

As long as you don't drag the rest of us down with you, do what you want.

[justicebewon]

[ cool.

bye. ]