You decide to squad.

Suddenly, you are met with an idea. Probably an idea; maybe a prophecy. Maybe a legend.
oops i forgot the thing in the top right cornerThis legend; it shines it's light at you. You feel great.
Everything makes sense now. You now have the perfect plan. You bring your chin down.

You maintain eye contact, bring up your hands, and say you don't want any trouble.
You feel your body.

You bend. You flex.
You feel excellent.
You start to chant "wolowolowolo." You don't know what it means.
Now for your attack. You leap at the thug, and whap him in the jaw.

You feel perfect.
This gives you enough time to stab the other mugger. But where? So many choices. So many options. The most lethal area is the head, and the head speaks to you the loudest.
You lunge to his head, and insert your money knife directly into it.

You chant louder.
You feel legendary.
He falls to the ground. Clearly, you have perished this foe.

The other thug is still fighting back. He is going to hurl a box of beer at you.
You decide to retaliate.

You aim.

You shoot in the knee. Maybe the knee? Everything happens so fast, you are left clueless.
The box of beer falls and completely crushes the foe's left leg.
You feel astounding.
With the final bullet left in the magazine, you shoot him in the throat.

You look at your glorious creation.
You feel extraordinary.

You look to your right. A nearby police officer sees this shocking event, and aims his rifle at you.

He wants you to get on the ground.
YOU:Health:
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Strength:
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Sanity:
000000INVENTORY: 8/16Standard Clothes (Equipped)
Bottle of water (Full)
Wad of 100 $ Bills
Blood-soaked dollar bill
Bloody Money Knife
3 Medkits
Bandage (Equipped)
Beretta M9 (Empty)
Primary Objective: Leave the district
Secondary Objective: Get out of this sticky situation again