"Mmmph hmm hmah hmmm ffmmmm" (Your choice, just lemme go)
You mumble through the tape and he walks over to you. He rips the tape off your mouth. You wince and realize that you may never grow facial hair.
"You were saying?" he asks.
"Hey man you can do whatever you want!" you reply frantically.
"HA! No. I want to hear what you want me to do!" he says.
Theres no way he can magically fight the law and win, right? Advise surrender. Maybe the cops can interrogate him. But then again, he might bust out of jail and come for us...
You suggest that he surrender to the police.
"If I do that," he reasons, "I'm gonna go to jail for life. Do I look like someone who would spend time in jail??"
You decide not to answer that.
tell him to shoot himself. at least he'll be going out on his terms, seeing as there's no way out for him.
"Well you do realize if you fight, you're gonna lose, right?" you ask.
"Oh yeah, kid. I'm almost outta ammo."
"Well why not go out on your own terms and just knock yourself off?" you ask.
"You know, kid," he states, "That may not be such a bad idea!"
You sigh in relief.
"But I need to make a name for myself, ya know," he says.
You don't understand what this means.
"I'm gonna take you with me, boy. I'll have you tell Jesus that I've been a good man!"
Oh crap.
He raises the shotgun and aims at your face. You struggle around but can't really move.
"See you on the other side!" he shouts.
Suddenly, the door crashes open and you hear a deafening boom. The fat guy jolts a bit and a small grin spreads across his face. He coughs a few times and blood trickles from his mouth as the shotgun clatters to the floor. He falls face first just inches from your feet. His back is all bloodied and lined with shrapnel. Behind him, four SWAT members armed with shotguns and SMGs flood in the door that has been knocked over. They feel for pulses on the bodies and one of them shouts, "This area is secure!"
Two EMTs rush in and help untie you. They walk you outside and have you sit on a bench in front of the building.
"Are you okay, son?" they ask.
Status:Location: Lexington, KY
Time: 11:37am Sunday
Temperature: Unknown
Stamina: Rested
Hunger: Not Hungry
Local Heat (your apparent wanted level in a given area):
VERY HIGH*Wanted as a kidnapped child, Amber Alert has been issuedYou are now outside the brick building recovering from almost being killed.
Hygiene:
Shower status: Good
Amenities status (deodorant, body spray, cologne): Average
Mouth status: Very poorly
Clothing Status: Clean
Colon contents: Empty
Items:
One set of clothing on your back (sweater, shirt, jeans, underwear, shoes)
Keychain flashlight
Screwdriver
Poll