"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet."
steal every stop sign in the city and put them in your boss' office
die a person
Leave life and fight God
I'm all seriousness steal some things and leave them near your boss's stuff
Shove gun up your ass
Look around for any cops and try to lure them into an alleyway
stuff out literal gold

You attempt to evacuate your bowels
while trying to perform alchemy on the contents.

You strain yourself so hard that
you forcibly eject the majority of your digestive system.
You're a moron of the best variety: dead.
God also decides not to acknowledge you at all, for obvious reasons.

With the daydreaming out of the way,
you size up the nearest stop sign.
It's going to be difficult to steal these things.
Without the proper equipment, that is.

You return to your car
to retrieve your trusty shovel from yesterday,
which is actually quite bloody
considering the way it was used that day.

You repeatedly beat the base of the stop sign...

And you successfully dislodge it!
(Gravedigger perk acquired! 10% chance to +1 Skill Roll when using shovels.)
You do this several times around this city,
for as many stop signs you know will fit in your boss's office.

32 stop signs ought to send a clear message.
(Gravedigger perk improved by 9! Automatic +1 to Skill Roll when using shovels!)
This unfortunately takes up a large portion of your day.
14 hours have passed, to be exact.
You took care of the little things you usually worry about in between all the back-and-forth.

Feeling a vibration in your pocket,
you notice you've received a message.
It's from your underground boss.

He isn't very pleased that you didn't show up for your first night of work.
"YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION OR YOU'RE FIRED."
Whoops.

To relieve yourself of the stress,
you shove your unloaded revolver up your posterior.
You figure that's a good place to hide it,
but you fail to justify it at the moment.

Sure that you can explain yourself to your under-boss later,
you take a stroll around,
but you fail to see any officers.
Or any people at all, for that matter.
Where could they all be? Was your time worth it today?
Environment:Time:
11:46 PM, Sunday, 01/17/2027Exterior Temperature: 68°F
Interior Temperature: N/A
Weather: Mostly Cloudy
Inventory:-Bloody Shovel-Revolver (Unloaded)-Neat Clothes-v
--4 Credits
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Modded Handset, 58% charge--Overworld I.D.
-Backpack-v
--100 Rounds of AmmoInformation:Name: Clutch Powers, AKA "Evil"
Armor: 4
Skill:
1d6(-1)Movement: (15 studs) per action turn
Bonuses and Perks ---
Trichophagiac: Can survive on the nutrients in hair alone.
Charming: 20% chance of receiving +1 to Skill Roll when interacting with women.
(Improvable by 10% intervals with training)Catlike: 20% chance of receiving +1 to Skill Roll when performing maneuvers that require agility.
(Improvable by 10% intervals with training)Smooth Talker: 10% chance of receiving +1 to Skill Roll when conversing.
(Improvable by 10% intervals with training)Ghost: 10% chance of receiving +1 to Skill Roll when performing actions involving stealth.
(Improvable by 10% intervals with training)Powerhouse: 20% chance of receiving +1 to Skill Roll when performing actions involving strength.
(Improvable by 10% intervals with training)Gravedigger: Automatic +1 to Skill Roll when using a shovel.
(Improvable by 10% intervals with training)Status:Condition: Normal
Hunger: HungryBowels: LoadedLibido: LoadedEnergy: Very Tired: -1 penalty to Skill Rolls.Karma: -50
Overall Infamy: 10 (You streaked through the downtown area of a city, broke into an apartment, and assaulted the tenant)
Immediate Notoriety: 0
Schedule:(Underworld) Delivery Job:
Sunday-Saturday,
7PM-11PM(Overworld) Stocking Job: Monday-Saturday, 9AM-6PM