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You are Krolik, a punk living in the the futuristic city of Zail. You have a bag of drugs and a holoband. You wake up in a dark alley with bruises all over your body. You have no idea what happened. You stand up and see two men standing over you.
"Who the hell are you?" You ask. "What do you want?"
"You're very talkative for a junkie." One of the men says.
> You want your drugs.
You pull out your knife and lunge at the men. You manage to grab the bag of drugs, which scares them enough for them to run away. You head back home.
> You deadly want sleep.
You wake up, still in pain. Your body aches all over and you have a terrible headache. You open your bag and take out some pills.
> You street full a bastards! you wish kill them all. you got your shotgun.
You spend the rest of the day wandering the streets. You're in a foul mood and don't want to interact with anyone. Unfortunately, the people of Zail are very chatty.
"How are you doing?"
> You plug them with a savory shot from your shotgun.
You spend the rest of the night in a drunken rage, blasting the heads off of anyone that pisses you off.
> You i'm tired. i'm want to sleep.
You wake up in the morning, still hung over. You head to the closest drug store to get some painkillers. You have no money, so you simply steal a can of wine from the store.
> You gotcha!
You head to the nearest liquor store and steal a bottle of wine to take with you. You have a hard time walking and are getting very dizzy. You end up pissing yourself when you try to enter a shop.
> You down in puddle.
You stumble into an alley to finish drinking your wine. You pass out.
Hours later, you wake up in a dark room with people talking nearby.
> You say "Beeeeeeer"
"Heeeeeey, get up. You look like a sumbitch," a man says.
> You say "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer"
You are given a pill to take and fall asleep again.
Hours later, you wake up in a bed.
> You say "Hey? I want tomato juice."
You check your surroundings and realize you're in a hospital.
You reach for your shotgun, but realize it's not there. You realize you're naked and feel embarrassed.
Not finding tomato juice and drinking, I commit suicide according to all the precepts of Kurt Cobain.
