Holy shit, /Qst/, you just robbed a fucking bank! The cops are hot on your tail and you've got to think fast. You scale the nearest wall you see, bag of dosh dangling over your shoulder, clutched tightly in your fist. You don't know where you're going to go, or what you're going to do, but you do know why you did it.
Over the wall, a cityscape lays sprawled in front of you. The sounds of car horns and bar fronts echo through the labyrinthine streets to your ears.
>I did it to feed my family
>I did it as a rite of passage
>I did it to pay off the mob
>I did it to feed my drug addiction
>I did it for the l0lz
DID IT FOR FUCKING FUN
>>2188
You robbed the bank for the l0lz. Maybe you felt like causing mindless mayhem, maybe the kid at the drive thru window wouldn't serve you your chalupas because you were 8 cents shorts, maybe you're following up on a dare one of your frat buddies gave you when you were back in college. You're not even entirely sure. Whatever the reason, you just robbed a bank of about fifteen thousand dollars ($15,000) cash, and now there are a dickton of cops after you. Over the wall, you stand on a street corner.
>From the left, you hear the sounds of construction and in the distance, you can see some men wearing hard hats surrounded by orange cones. A construction site would be a great place to lose the cops.
>To the right, you hear the cheers of thousands of people. There's a parade in town today, and the large crowd and loud noises could just be enough to disorient the 5-0
>You could turn around and surrender yourself. After all, this was probably just a momentary lapse in judgment. "I'd bet," you think to yourself, "I could back in my cubicle in eighteen months with good behavior."
Lowering the flow on my brush. I am not an artist, and this artificial blur is not helping
The cops caught you and you were beaten to death with a billy club
/qst/ is dead on arrival
back to lurking /tg/ I go
>>2231
Jump on a Parade Float and start doing MC Hammer's "Cant touch this."