You are a disgruntled everyman. Your purpose is to kill THE MAN. You are a not-very-strict vegetarian.
You are currently in your household, located in the olden gardens greenish, about two miles east of the VONGBOLK TOWNSHIP. That is where you expect to find and kill THE MAN.
Your inventory consists of a MASSIVE REVOLVER, a FALSE MOUSTACHE, and a POCKET-EDITION CIGAR BOX.
What will you do first?
Board the CITY BUS in hopes of reaching the man's dwelling.
>>630453
You make your way to the nearest bus stop, about 50 yards from your front door. While the CITY BUS is indeed reliable at most times, it could take a while for it to reach your locale, as your DISGRUNTLED ABODE is two miles away from the city center of VONGBOLK.
Will you wait patiently, or perhaps try walking down the sidewalk? Or something else?
>>630466
Put on the false moustache and wait patiently
>>630495
You don your CLEVER DISGUISE and stand casually at the BUS STOP, all the while a PALPABLE RAGE festers within your CONTEMPTIBLE CRANIUM.
The bus should be here soon. Perhaps you could do something to pass the time?
>>630523
Angrily smoke a cigar.
>>630535
You hastily suckle the receiving end of a SIZABLE STOGIE, puffing maddeningly as your lighter ignites the delectably flammable leaves within.
The taste and aroma does little to calm your roiling mind, seeming to only stoke the fires of your rage by reminding you of times when you weren't so fucking angry.
You swear you can hear engines in the distance.
Ask the bus driver for the nearest gun store....the plan must be set in motion.
>>630608
The CITY BUS pulls up without a hitch and you board it posthaste. You bring your GIGANTIC REVOLVER into the view of the bus driver, gesturing to it and explaining that you need to be taken to the nearest WEAPONRY CLINIC, as your trusty sidearm could use an upgrade or two.
He seems to understand quite well. All you have to do is take a seat. Will you sit in the front, middle, or the back? Or will you stand?
>>630622
sit in the front so you can point your gun at the driver and make sure he doesnt call the cops or do anything funny, also you are close to an exit.
>>630625
You position yourself a mere arm's length away from the driver, making sure to keep your MASSIVE FIREARM trained on at least one vital organ at a time. The bus pulls away from the stop, squealing and clanking like two skeletons making love in a tin coffin.
You scrunch up in the plastic seating, letting the rage that courses through your body warm your loins. This is only the beginning.
>>630646
survey the bus, what other passengers are there?
>>630851
And check if they are allies to THE MAN
Stop and think... Who is THE MAN and why do you want to kill THE MAN?
shoot the bus driver in his thigh so that he will drive faster.
he deserves it since he works for THE MAN
>>631691
You decide to calm down and reflect for a moment, considering the reasons and motivations for your current actions.
>>634076
...
>>634090
You have shot the bus driver in the leg.
The bus has veered off the road into a ravine.
What will you do?
>>634115
Jump off the bus and try to get a handhold in the cliff
>>634126
Your reflexes are surprisingly quick, and you burst from the emergency exit in the back of the bus to leap to the nearly out-of-reach cliff face. Dirty and sweating, you hoist yourself to the safety of terra firma. You have lost your SIZABLE STOGIE in the process.
You are still a mile from VONGBOLK TOWNSHIP. From here, you can either go to straight down the road towards the CHECKPOINT, or cut through the DEEP WOODS.
>>634159
The checkpoint! The tyranny of bureaucracy fosters resentment of The Man among even its most servile agents!
Go toward the checkpoint and shoot Every Living thing on your way
>>634316
There are sure to be a lot of plants on the way, anon, and I don't think there's extra ammo in our inventory, unless we get creative with cigars.
>>634316
Go toward the checkpoint, and shoot a baby for good measure.
THE MAN needs to know we mean business
>>634345
no.
Use the woods as cover to sneak close to the checkpoint then burst forth as the fulminating avatar of rage incarnate.
Use our furious (and apparently quite enormous) hands to snap the puny necks of THE MAN's border guards.
>>634351
Let's not discount the possibility of recruiting them.
>>634351
This.
But before going, check whats in your pockets
>>634351
You duck into the dense bushes along the road, ensuring that no individual of government alignment catches your scent. You sidle close to the SECURITY CHECKPOINT, wherein surveys an ERRANT CONSTABLE. You are most certainly hidden, ready to strike with whatever plan may be preferable.
>>634366
You hold a POCKET EDITION CIGAR BOX, a MASSIVE REVOLVER with FIVE BULLETS, and a FALSE MOUSTACHE.
>>634368
Conceal your MASSIVE REVOLVER in your pants and try to seduce him. When hes distacted use your anger for THE MAN to break him in two over your MASSIVE knee
>>634159
Cut through the DEEP WOODS, becoming a GRIZZLED SURVIVOR in the process
>>634368
Report the bus crash to the CONSTABLE then cross the checkpoint while he is running to help.
>>634368
Only one?! Excellent. Then there is no need to hide.
Stow the MASSIVE REVOLVER and force our mouth into the rictus grin of The Man Who Laughs then step forth toward the (imminently)DECEASED CONSTABLE.
Step in close and whisper to him with feigned terror and urgency. As he leans forward to listen we reach up, wrap our hands around his delicate neck and drag him out of his small box of false security. A small box that is a metaphysical representation of THE MAN's own choking grip around the spirit of THE PEOPLE.
We will drag this CONSTANTBLE into the glorious beautiful light of day just as our murder of THE MAN will drag THE PEOPLE into the glorious light of self-determination and true self-ownership
We are doing good good work here
And, eventually, as the CONSTABLE realises the prospect of escape has slipped away; as we feel the pulse in his neck grow faster and faster, yet weaker and weaker; the CONSTABLE will recognise this too.
For he who suborns his will and desires to the will and desires of the STATE; and not only that, but suborns the will and desires of his countrymen to that of the STATE, has given up his own freedom and stolen the freedom of his countrymen. To be deprived of your freedom is a moral and spiritual death.
This 'man' is dead by his own hand but we might still grant him redemption for the deaths he has inflicted on others.
>>634375
After a near inexplicable turn of events, you have torn the ERRANT CONSTABLE in twain, both of his halves dripping life's ichor as your FEARSOME WEAPON creates a PROMINENT TENT in your pants.
The CHECKPOINT is now UNKEMPT. How will you continue your approach to VONGBOLK?
search the CHEKPOINT for usefull items
>>634397
First, search the CHECKPOINT for signs of INFAMY and maybe weapons, ammo and whatever may be useful to our RIGHTEOUS FURY
Then, make our way to VONGBLOK with a determined swagger in our step
>>634408
>>634409
You rummage about the NUMEROUS OFFAL within the CHECKPOINT SHACK, most of which appears to be TASTELESS KNICK-KNACKS.
On the CONSTABLE'S HALVES, you snag an ILL-FITTING CAP, a THICK TRUNCHEON, and a CONSTABULATORY INTERCOM.
Before you press on, will you do anything to conceal the CONSTABLE'S DISHEVELED BODY?
throw the CONSTABLE'S DISHEVELED BODY down the ravine the RUNAWAY BUS fell into.That way people will think he was a passenger and not an officer
>>634425
Jam the THICK TRUNCHEON up your ass for concealment +2 and pain tolerance +5
>>634428
This
>>634450
This also.
>>634425
Use CONSTABULATORY INTERCOM to contact THE MAN.
>>634425
Consume the CONSTABLE'S DISHEVELLED BODY, You need that energy to take down THE MAN. why waste all that energy in hiding the body when you can just eat it?
Conceal the TRUNCHEON in your ASS