>>4872449
>look for food

>>4872449
>look for food

>>4872449
>look in the trash

>>4872449
>ask for change

>>4872454
>>4872456
>>4872497
>>4872505

You decide that its best to start looking for food early on before night comes down.

You get up, leaving behind the cardboard and the rest of the junk you've collected while you stayed here.

Walking around the inner city it's not hard to find places to eat, you spot a couple of places to eat but you fear that they won't even let you inside, god knows that you smell like roses that have been puke over.

Over the corner of your eye you see a small hamburger cart, you think saw this guy a couple of times pushing his cart at downtown around where you live. The sound of the sizzling meat against the grille is like music to your hears.

You check around to see if you have any cash on you but you have nothing but a few coins here and there. How in the hell are you going to get that food? You could try to talk him up, beg a little.. but he looks like one greedy fucker so your best bet might be grab the food and run fast.

There's also this fast food place, you can't to afford anything but the trash they throw in the back is pretty good, most the times the food is almost intact. You could catch a whole meal if you are lucky but if you aren't, you could catch a stomach sickness or worse.

Looking around you think to yourself that maybe is too much trouble, why not go to the old bridge just entering the industrial district. There is a camp of homeless, it's a long walk but hobos if they got a camp means they got food. Last time you where there was an old woman serving soup, old Sally's soup, hot and filling.


>Food cart
>Trash
>Hobo Camp

>>4872513
>Hobo Camp
Let's try to not give ourselves food poisoning 3 posts in the quest

>>4872513
Hobo Camp.
Head to the adventurers hobo guild!

>>4872513
Kinda want to see if we can distract the guy and nab some of his food off his cart. Not sure how we'd be able to distract him though.

>>4872513
>Trash

>>4872589
+1
Gotta love hobos diggin' thru trash

>>4872519
+1

hobo camp wins, more update tomorrow

>>4872513
>Hobo Camp

>>4872513
>>Trash
Let's fucking go!

>>4872513
>Trash

>>4872513
>Hobo Camp
misery loves company

>>4872519
>>4872546
>>4872555
>>4872589
>>4872632
>>4872640
>>4872721
>>4872736
>>4872915
>>4872919
>>4873547

You pick a random direction and you begin to walk.

After a couple of months of struggling to survive in this city, you've started to have a feeling on where's what, but you still have to check on maps every once in a while. Lucky there's plenty of tourist maps in the trash.

Although sometimes you wish you had a bike, it would make traveling through the city way much easier, hell even a shopping cart. But that often makes you a target for addicts looking to sell trash for a quick buck.

Walking by, you notice through the glass window of an electronics store, a pile of tv's of different sizes, new's channel is announcing more rain. It quickly passes to another reporter where he shows one of the factories at the industrial district burnt down, apparently there was a huge fire.

On another site they are interviewing a scientist about an upcoming celestial event, apparently there has been a lot of meteor showers but they fall apart too fast as soon as they get closer, it's almost impossible to see when it happens, except for last night.

They begin to show some strange photos their mega telescope picked up last night, you can't really tell what is going on but the scientist seems very excited about it. He then invites everyone to a main event at the museum, everyone is gathering to watch the meteorites.

It's mostly boring news and a bunch of nonsense, you want to continue watching but a light rain begins to start.

You decide to pick up the pace to the homeless camp.

By the time you arrive the rain has stopped but you are fully drenched. This is the second time the rain leaves you soaking.

The camp settled down a highway going to the inner city, near the edges of downtown.

There's a bunch of tents and chairs around the area, you look around for a fire to warm up. You spot a big line where someone is giving out some stew, so you make your way there.

You get a plastic cup with some yellowish stew and a piece of bread, simple but you can't really remember when you had a decent meal. It tastes alright, the best part is the warmness spreading across your body with each spoonful.

You take a seat on one of the lawn chairs.

The homeless camp seems quite friendly to strangers, they don't seem to mind you sitting near their fire, as soon as you end the soup. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, peacefully you fall asleep.

A honking sound wakes you up, you are sweating a lot, your skin feels very itchy.

Looking around, looks like everyone picked up their stuff already and move on with their day. Although a few of bums are still a round

You turn around to see a black SUV, it's stops on the streets near the fence gates. You squint your eyes trying to spy, a man in a suit comes out and opens the door for another much skinnier, he stays behind as the first man starts to walk towards the camp.
"Alright, which one of you wants to make a quick buck? My boss is looking for someone to slap around" he stops as pulls a roll of bills from his pocket and pulls a couple, he looks around and then turns to you.

"How about it? just let him hit you once or twice, you get these"

>I'm in
>I want the rest of the money and I'll do it
>No, thank you

>>4873729
>I'm in
>Block the fucker and slap his shit instead

>>4873729
>I'm in

>>4873734
Support he wanted a fight and if we lay down it always ends up they dont fullfill there side of the deal

>>4873734
+1, if they get pissed, feign confusion. Do we have an accent? If we do, play it up as much as possible, as long as it isn't british.

>>4873820
No what you need to do is fake being deaf and throw some sign language out.

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>>4873734
>>4873816
>>4873819
>>4873820
>>4873893

You take the money, it feels right.. with this amount you could buy booze.. drugs.. food.. anything you wish for at least a week or two. You waste no time to put inside your pockets.

You follow the man to the car, the skinnier steps forward.

"Thank you for this" he gives you a forced smile

"Uh Huh.. rough day?" you ask

He backs away, he starts taking out his jacket carefully laying it on top a shopping cart and then his watch too. He produces two plastic gloves from his pocket and wears them.

"Oh like you wouldn't believe" he says dropping his smile, in an instant he is almost unto you, rushing you with his right arm.

He throws a strong jab directly at your face, you manage to block it with your forearms but he takes a step forward to throw and land punch right at your left side. You caught and drop your guard.
You are not fit nor healthy, but you still throw a haymaker towards him, he dances around it with a surprised look

He clenches his fist and almost runs at you, throwing punch after punch, you defend yourself as best you can, you block as best you can. The majority of the jabs land on your face and ribs.

You drop your guard and then throw a punch using your shoulder and it strikes him in face

He grabs his nose and then looks at his hand, his nose is bleeding.

"You shouldn't have done that" he says going back to his car and then inspecting his face with his phone.

Something grabs your collar from behind, it's the bigger man, his bodyguard.

He delivers a fist to your guts, you quench and lose your breath, you want to defend yourself but its useless, he throws you around and you fall to the floor. You want to run but the skinnier man kicks you to the ground.

You are struggling to breathe, as the skinnier man begins to stomp you.

''No.. no more! I'm done! I'm do-''

You beg, but he swiftly answers by kicking your head, you fall to the cold pavement. He climbs on top of you and grabs your by the throat, he begins to squeeze harder and harder, his face red with small veins starting to form but he smiling showing teeth

"Sir.. Sir!" the bodyguard taps him in the shoulder trying to stop him

"Shut up!"

This man is killing you.
The world goes black, you fall unconscious.

You wake up, your entire body is in pain.

Something turns you around, as you start to stand, you realize that people are digging through your pockets. You yell, they run away once they realize you are not dead.
When you finally regain your senses, you can see that there are more homeless other than you, their faces are smashed in, blood pouring out their mouths. They don't move.

You struggle to get up, dragging yourself on the floor then using a wall as support you make your way to the camp hoping someone can help you.

Your are hurt all over the place but you at least have money.

What now?

>Go to your hideout
>Buy booze or drugs for sleeping and the pain
>Buy food
>write in

>>4873978
>>Buy food
Did our fellow bums try to save us and get merc'd? We're gonna have to kill a rich bitch.

>>4873978
>Buy booze or drugs for sleeping and the pain

>>4873978
>Buy food

>>4873978
>buy shotgun
Hobo with a shotgun

>>4873978
>Buy food

>>4873978
>>4874579
+1
We can collect food for protection.

>>4873978
>Buy food

>>4873978
>write in
buy a glock

>>4873978
Buy food.

>>4873978

>write in

Go and find an (drunken) martial art master who can teach us how to fight because our fighting skill sucks.

sorry for taking so long with the update, I'll continue posting tomorrow as soon as possible

>>4874202
>>4874347
>>4874360
>>4874579
>>4874703
>>4874761
>>4875232
>>4875272
>>4875655
>>4875819

You begin to walk back to the city, you still could use some food for the night.

You turn around to see the rest of the other homeless, that rich guy probably beat them up for money, but you doubt they ever got to even hold the bills in their hands before getting their shit kicked in.

As you walk you realize, your are very thirsty and you feel something inside of you moving but you are not sure if it's a broken rib or something else.
It doesn't take look to reach a commercial area, you start to think on what to eat, there's a few good places but honestly, you are just too tired of eating bland stuff. You need a filling meal.

Which means fast food, fries, burger the thing just for you.

Eventually you find a place called Hurgie's Burgies.

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Lucky, there is not a lot of people inside yet, its easy to just walk inside. You've try to peek through the window to check if there's a line for the food, but there is none.. for some reason you feel very nervous about entering.

You walk past the glass window and to the main doors, you can already smell the burgers.. the fries.. you are so hungry that you feel the taste of them in your mouth.

Both doors automatically open, you get caught by surprise you enter the building quickly.

You swear that it looked smaller on the outside, you are getting nervous.

There's a girl behind the register line with a smug smile chatting with people on the back through a kitchen window.

"That stupid rain.. I almost got late because of it" she says.

"I am more worried about that fire from last night, all that smoke, I got a cousin working there" a voice responds from the kitchen.

You awkwardly cough to get the girl's attention, she turns around with her smile quickly disappearing as her eyes examine you.

"Hello! Welcome to Hurgie's can I take your order?" like a switch, she present a new smile

Looking through the menu you decide to go with a much with a classic one nothing fancy.
While you wait, you go to the bathroom and take a few gulps of water straight out of the sink, cool and very refreshing but you still feel.. a strange feeling almost like thirst but not.

Your order doesn't take long, you were expecting to eat inside but the girl prepared you a brown bag with your food in it without even asking you.

You start walking the streets, taking bites out the burger and sipping on your soda.

Life is not so bad, you think to yourself, your body is hurting all over and you can get rid of the feeling in your throat but it is all in the few moments of happiness. Although you are itching for some booze or a little something to raise your mood, but that might be more expensive than the food.

You throw the paper bag on a bin, you grab a handful of fries when you stumble with someone on the other side of the street corner, its as if you hit a moving wall. Then you realize.. Your fries! They are on the ground!

"Hey! Watch it!" you complain.

You quickly start to pick the fries off the ground and put them back in a package.

"Fuck!" the black man gets up yells "Ayo! Hey! Come back here!"

Another guys come running chasing after the one who stumbled on you.

"Fuck! that lil nigga is fast"

"This dumbass motherfucker made me fall, the fuck do we now?"

"I donnu' nigga, call the boss"

You stare at the two men for a few seconds, your chest hurts, like something heavy. You notice have backpack pressed on your chest. Opening reveals multiple objects covered by paper, they are heavy and medium sized

>Make a run for it
>Return the bag
>write in

>>4879416
>>Make a run for it
They made us drop our fucking FRIES man, and therefore violated our hobo NAP. The bag is rightfully ours.

>>4879416
>Make a run for it
>Attempt to unpack one of the objects
THE NIGBAG IS BELONG TO US

>>4879512
>>4879720

You run into the streets.

The two black guys realize what you are carrying and chase after you.

Through a series of alleys you think you lose them.

You open the backpack and pull one of the covered things, pulling them off, it reveals a shine that you know very well. Gold.

Actual pieces of gold.
They shine bright, polished even, and they feel heavy on your hand. You pull another wrapped in paper, the same thing. Gold.

Each shape is different, one is not bigger than a pebble, other is almost looks like a stick, eventually you pull the biggest wrapped object, it looks like a phone but completely solid.

You cannot believe it, even if it's not solid gold and just a paint job, it is still has to be worth something, finally this could be your chance to get out of the streets. Hell to get out of the city.

"Yo! fucker!" the voices keep coming closer.

You run, with nowhere to go or hide, its best if you go to your hideout at the downtown.

It's a shit hole of a district, filled with buildings about to fall and dozens of homeless. Perfect place for people on the run, drug addicts and gang members.
Downtown is closer, and there has to be a pawn shop somewhere for sure, quick money for sure

Or.. you could try to leave the industrial district and head to inner city, find one of those fancy gold shop. It might take you longer but.. it will pay good.

What now?

>Try to find a pawnshop at downtown
>Head to the cleaner districts and find a buyer
>write in

>>4879720
Supporting. I wish to see the nigbag's contents.

>>4879853
>Head to the cleaner districts and find a buyer

>>4879853
>Head to the cleaner districts and find a buyer

>>4879853
CUM

>>4879853
>Stash the gold away, nobody will think gold given by a hobo is legit
We'll just get in trouble. Need to get some cash first, then get clean and buy some clothes before we go to a gold shop.

>>4879853
>Stash the gold away, nobody will think gold given by a hobo is legit

We will need a good stash

>>4880452
>>4880539
They are going to under deal us most likely

Tie!

>>4880546
>>4880601

>Stash the gold

>>4880452
>>4880539

>Find a buyer on a nicer district

>>4880544

>>4879853
>Stash the gold

>>4880602
Not like a pawnshop would give a better price, lmao.

>>4880776
Can we do a coinflip?

>stash the gold

sorry for the radio silence, my sleep schedule is pretty fucked. I'll try to make post tomorrow a big update.

>>4885752
Don't worry about it. Just please try to keep us updated when you know you won't be posting.

>>4880807
>>4881022
>>4884589
>>4886022


You decide that its best to stash the gold until you knows what to do with it.

Trying to sell it to the wrong person might bring a lot of attention to you... maybe even in trouble if you don't play your cards right.

The good thing about the downtown area is that most of the place here are vacant lots or abandoned buildings, you pick one of the houses and you decide to stash the backpack behind a loose brick. You mark the house to remember.

The sun is going down.

You then start to think on a place to spend the night. Living on the streets is not easy for the body, so anywhere is better than being out in the open.

You start to walk. Most of the pain is almost but the thirst sensation often coming and going, it is a strange feeling.

As you walk you realize that you are closer to another homeless campsite on a yard below a highway, last time you were here you had a good time passing a bottle around with other people, tasted like hell but it got you drunk pretty fast. You didn't stay too long with them since a police car was making rounds nearby, hoping to fill some quotas.

They welcome you with open arms. But then its clear one by one started to tell you some sob story, clearly they are asking for some money

You throw them a couple of bucks for letting you stay, just a few smaller bills so that they don't wise up and try to rob you while you sleep.
You pick a mattress and drag it inside a tent. You try to get some shut eye.

You open your eyes.

You are still in the mattress, its still dark and someone is going through your pockets. You try to stand, but you are soon overwhelmed by two people.

"Heh sorry partner, don't mind us!"

"You fuckers! Come on! I don't have anything," you yell as they drag you out of the tent.

You try to fight them off, but you get nothing but a punch in the stomach and another in the face.

They throw you on the ground, your face its the ground, you cough and wipe your face off. There is a tall man in front of you, wearing a suit.

"Here you go boss, now." the hobo opens his hand.

The suit man hands him a roll of bills.

"Pleasure, sorry kid," the homeless guy says as he leaves quickly with the others.

You try to stand, but the man in the suit grabs you, he almost lifts you off the ground as he throws you into the streets.
The impact knocks the air off your lungs.

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"It took me a while to find you..." his voice is rough "So this is you huh? I was... expecting a little bit more, you know?"

You continue to cough, you try to crawl away but the man kicks you right in the stomach.

"Gotta say.. this is really pathetic"he says as he kicks you again "All this time... Trying to find you... And here you are... a little nothing"

He punches you in the face, then grabs you and throws you against a wall. Blood pours out of your mouth. You almost get on fetal position trying to protect your head from the blows.

The man starts getting closer and closer. You can barely hear of what he is saying... your heart is pounding as you feel... some warmness in your body spreading, you think that your ribs are broken but its different. You can't even feel pain, just this heat inside of you growing and growing.

You feel like your boiling. This guy is just another deadbeat trying to beat you up for money.

"Sorry, that was just payback..." you hear him as you hear the opens his jacket "I wish I could take my time with a shit like you... But I am running out of time here."

Your hand, you can feel all the pressure and heat directing themselves to your hand. Your hand is glowing, you see your veins and all of sudden you know exactly what to do.

You stand and then turn around on a single move to throw haymaker at him.
You don't even realize what you are doing, your body is almost acting on its own.. it wants to live.

The man is holding a gun at you, but he doesn't even get a chance to react as your fist gets closer to his face and goes right throw him.

You can hear it shattering bones and scattering blood on a single direction, his jaw cracks and tears his skin almost dislodging itself from the skull.

The impact launches him in the air and makes him crash against a rusted fence.

The preassure in your arm is gone.. you don't feel anything but relief. You walk to the man but he is no longer there. You look again but its as if he never existed.

You take off into the night.

You are not sure how long it passed since you fought that man.

After running you started to feel exhausted to the point you crashed in a random spot.

You feel thirsty.. much than before, but your throat is not dry, the feeling is much deeper now. Not alcohol and not drugs, something else.

The morning comes up and you are up and walking around looking for a quick breakfast at a corner store. Not even water makes the feeling to go away

You pay and barely make it a few blocks down the streets when you stop at a pawnshop, more tv's showing different news channels, the city has been suffering a lot lately. Uncountrolled fires, gang shootings and even a unknown sickness is making the reporter nervous.

what now?

>Ask around for money
>Look for a job
>Trash Pillaging
>write in

>>4889387
>>Trash Pillaging

>>4889387
>Look for a job.
Let's surround ourselves with people who might care a little about us staying alive for the day.
If we fail, get some time alone to try and figure out how we punched a guy into another dimension, and see if we can call upon that sensation willingly. Take any advantage we can get.

>>4889387
>Try to recall who sold us out
Do we know him? Do we know where to go to remind him that snitches get stitches?
>Look for a job.
Capitalism, boss.

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>>4889387
>Look for a job

>>4889387
>Look for a job

>>4889387
Angry at the hobos that threw us to that man

>>4889626
Support

>Look for a job
>Look for medical treatment

>>4889387
>write in
Assault a random woman, kill her, slit her throat open, and drink her blood in an attempt to quench your thirst.

>>4889393
>>4889612
>>4889626
>>4889707
>>4889712
>>4889780
>>4889791
>>4889809
>>4891966

You are still a bit confused about what happened last night, you are not sure if you killed a man or if he killed you and you are in purgatory.

An idea starts to form in your head as you walk.

What if you get a job? You tried to do gigs here and there, but your main income was stealing or pawning off junk.

With some money in the pocket, you could buy new clothes... go to the doctor... but what you need right now is a shower, it's been months if not a year you took a shower.

You walk down the street when you brush past a woman and of all sudden, you lock eyes with her... you have never been concentrated like this before, there are no noises but your own heartbeat. You want to jump at her and tear her apart, but you don't want to kill her... you want what she has inside of her, you can feel something almost floating inside of her.

The woman barely notices you and continues to walk. She was different, you are not sure how but she was different than everyone.

Regardless, you could try to find a more honest job but you know that they aren't going to pay you shit and most like push you around like a mule boy.
You need something that pays... and in your world, the bigger the risk the bigger the pay.

Drug dealers are always looking around for people to make deliveries and what not, if yesterday's night showed you anything was that maybe you could work as muscle for a gang.
Or... you could join other homeless and ask around for a job.

>Ask drug dealers for job
>Scout the hobo network for jobs
>Ask around if anyone needs muscle
>write in

>>4892348
>Ask drug dealers for job
Let's like actually make some money. Then we can find an actual job and cultivate our newfound vampirism without looking like a hobo.

>>4892348
>>Ask drug dealers for job
ponder about
>Try to recall who sold us out

>>4892348
>write in
>Try to remember our education, working experience and hobby skills.

>>4892348
>Ask drug dealers for job

>>4892348
Drug deal plus remembering what we were good at, if anything.

>>4892348
>Ask drug dealers for job
Get money, eat women's hearts later.

>>4892364
>>4892422
>>4892441
>>4892812
>>4892996
>>4893109

You go to the best spot in the city for drugs that you know off, the apartment blocks. Rows and rows of failed city projects, housing gang members and poor families.

The closer you get, the more drug addicts you encounter, you even manage to single out a few, the bums who sold you out to that man with the gun. They look stoned out of their minds, a plastic syringe and a belt on one of their arms, tells you everything they you need to know.

You want to kick the shit out of them but, something tells you that they might not even wake up from this heroin trip, they are barely moving at all.

You find the drug dealer's house, and you knock a couple of times.

"Watchu want nigga? You want dope go to the corner if you want wee-"

"No, I am looking for a job actually?"

He looks confused and almost about to laugh,

"Ah job? Nigga this ain't no job office and shit"

"Come on.. I really need this, I'll do anything, you gotta have something you need help with right?"

He stops smiling and takes a look at you "Man, you look like shit... but alright, you know what? I know this nigga, man... he has a package on his house, if you can get it, I'll give you some dope or some money, you in?"

He tells you the address, its actually not too far just a couple blocks down the street.

Alright... how are you going to do this? You could try to talk to the guy as far as you know he might even expect you... Or you could try to sneak in...
There's also... That fist... It felt so real... And it was so strong but looking at your arm, it's amazing how it didn't blew up. Its full of small bruises and some veins even ruptured.

>Smooth Talk
>Try to call your power?
>Sneak and break inside

>>4895158
>Sneak and break inside
In a pinch try to summon the power, but don't risk exploding our arm just yet.

>>4895158
>Kick the trash who sold us out in the head
>Sneak and break inside
>Try to call your power if things escalate

That guy just trusted a bum he never saw in his life to secure a drug package. We're about to march straight into a hornet's nest.

Alright so, sneaking inside while also keeping our power on hold incase anything happens wins

1d20 please

>>4895184
>>4895177

I saw someone roll a 5 and delete the post, I'll just continue posting with that dice if there is no roll

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4895298

>>4895421
pffft maybe stick with the 5?

Luckly the adress leads you to a poor housing project, a bunch of houses next to the each other. Back at the drug dealers you felt at ease, in this place, you feel nervous.

As soon as you locate the house, you try to go around and jump the fence into his backyard. But you end up stumbling and causing noise, you hope that no one heard as you continue to sneak inside looking for an easy entrance.

You are lucky enough to find that the glass door of this backyard is half open, you sneak inside and you see a mess of a room, a half lit joint on a coffe table surrounded by garbage and cans. Next to the table is sofa and a tv on top of a smaller table.

You look over both furniture it trying to look for the package the drug dealer told you about.

You crouch to look below the coffee table when all of sudden something taps you in the back of the head

"Punk ass nigga!"

You turn around to see the owner of the house holding a gun on his hand, you slowly stand.

"Watchu you in here for fool? Who the fuck are you?"

>Try to talk it out
>Use your power (do x, etc)
>Wrestle with him
>write in

>>4895446
>write in
Try to play both sides and make even more money.

Tell him you came here to warn him that the drug dealer down the way has been robbing him and he's hired a couple of drugged out hobos to try and steal a package, but you overheard them and decided to try and sneak in here and warn the owner, and hopefully make a couple of bucks.

>>4895446
>Use your power
Act like we want to talk to him, then power punch him.

>>4895567
support

>>4895446
>>4895768
+1 punch the nigga

>>4895567
>>4895768
>>4895998
>>4896557

we got a tie

>get closer and try to use the fist power
>Scam him telling him more, bums are outside

>>4896614
>>get closer and try to use the fist power
I Think that woman we met might be a super

>>4895768
>>4895998
>>4896557
>>4896668

Can I get one 1d20?

>>4896700

>>4896835
you messed up it, has to be dice+1d20 in options.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>4896700

>>4896835
>>4896871

>Act like we want to talk to him, then power punch him
>11

You slowly raise your hands and try to get as close as you can.

You try as best as you can you summon your fist, you can feel the energy moving across your body, its very faint and dispersed, it takes you some time to accumulate it and redirect it to your arm.

"So?! Speak nigga!" he smacks you across the face and takes away your concentration.

Your arm trembles, and a jolt of pain spreads as the energy disperses across your arm and disappears into nothing.

"I am sorry I just.. I came here to warn you! I swear!" you plead to him

You try him that the drug dealer who sent you here was actually trying to rob the guy by sending drugged out hobos. You are hoping to make him believe that you heard them talk about it and you decided to warn the owner for a couple of bucks.

He interrupts you a couple of times to smack you around to get you to hurry up.

"Why the fuck would he be sending crack heads to.. You lying punk ass bitch!" he then walks to the door "Get the fuck out of here 'fore I-"

All of sudden, you hear glass crash and a flame rushes right in front of you and explodes on the man's face. Fire spreads on his clothes as he rushes to put it out.

More bolts of fire fly across the room some landing very close to you.

>Try to find the package
>Run away
>Wrestle for the gun
>write in

Tired of my tripcodes changing.

>>4898068
>write in
Intentionally catch our shirt on fire, start screaming "oh fuck I'm too late shit!" while looking for the package.
If we can, grab the package and a towel or something to put the fires out, keeping it over the dudes face to hide the fact that we have the package (stuff it in the back of our pants or something), and try to escape out the back with the dude.
"Shit! Where's a safe place to run to?!"

>>4898068
>Try to find the package

>>4898068
>Try to find the package
Do not light ourselves on fire tho, that's tarded

>>4898761
If we light ourselves on fire a little bit we can gain this dudes trust. War buddies and whatnot.

>>4898068
>Try to find the package

>>4899172
Excuse me, but that is a retarded idea.

>>4898162
>>4898202
>>4898761

The gangster screams and takes off his hoodie trying to put the fire out, no longer aiming with the gun, you take advanage to look for the package.

You run into the kitchen of the house, you go through every drawer that you see.

You didn't realize at first, but you feel a little you are starting to feel almost dizzy and weak. The feeling of thirst is gone, but it got with a constant reminder, almost like withdrawal symptoms when you didn't had a drink or a nice dope trip.


You finally find a very neatly wrapped up box with tape. You hear a huge crash followed with a scream.

You don't even need to turn around... you can feel something itching inside of you, similar to the woman in the street but its much more intense.


A mental image of particles take up a human form, they slowly begin to walk and getting closer.. closer into the house.

You turn around and you see a gangster running into the kitchen stumbling to the ground, one of his shoulders has a nasty burn. Clothes melted into the flesh.

"Please man! I swear! Let me go! Please!" he begs.

A Hispanic man creeps up into the kitchen, standing over him, he covered with tattoos across his arms and a clean shaved head.

"now you see... now you respect me, but you though I was bitch and now.. psst.. you gotta pay up" the tip of his fingers are almost red, like heated metal and a small flate at the tip.

"Come on Ricky! Man, please! I'll pay! You know I'm good for it! Chainz knows this man! Co-"

"Fuck this.."

The hispanic guy, Ricky, suddenly grabs the gangster's face, you can smell the skin burning up instantly. He screams but its cut short again as Ricky bashes him in the head with a fist.

"Fucking bitch..." He turns to look at you

"And who the fuck are you?"

"I-"

"Shit.. didn't even had to look" he notices you holding the package "Give me the package before I fuck you up" he says slowly getting close to you.

>Hand over the package
>Run away
>Fight
>Use your power?

>>4901081
>Use your power?
Act like well hand it over to him, then surprise power punch. It can't fail twice, right?

>>4901081
>Use your power?

>>4901081
>Use your power?

>>4901675
>>4902008
>>4902262

>Use power

1d20 please!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>4902264

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>4902291
>>4902639

Ricky gets closer, you can feel the heat of his hands and the smell of burning the flesh.

You would be pretty disturbed, but you are getting anxious.. excited even.. The closer he gets, the closer you can feel it.. the same energy you felt when you tried to use your fist.. Almost as if it was a copy of your body right in front of you.

He reaches for the package, his hands don't have fires anyway and without realizing, you punching him in the head but he blocks it just in time. A jolt of pain makes you clench your teeth, a strong heat forms from your body to your arm.

Your arm glows very briefly, Ricky gets blown across the room crashing into the table and the kitchen's cabinets.

"Ah FUCK!" he grunts "You motherfucker!"

You look to run but a sharp pain coming from your chest stops you. There's nothing in your body, you feel empty.

You want to move, you want to run away with the package.. But you are just.. so thirsty.. so hungry.. and so exhausted. You can't hear anything else but your own heartbeat. You stare at Ricky as he struggling to get up again.

You can feel it before it happens, the sudden burst of energy inside of him, spreading from inside of his chest to his hands.

The fingertip from both of his hands release a spark and a flame comes out

"Now you fucked up.." he smiles

>Give in
>Resist and run away with the package (1d20)

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>4902939
>Resist and run away with the package (1d20)

>>4902939
>Resist and run away with the package (1d20)

>>4902939
>>Resist and run away with the package (1d20)

>>4902939

>Resist and run away with the package (1d20)

>>4903131
>>4903219
>>4903963
>>4904952

I should've specify to roll with your vote, if anyone disagrees I can roll with the 19

>>4905104
Depends on whether you'll pick crit 1 over 19 or not.

>>4905122
well since this time is my bad, I'll go with the 19 which is pretty much a success. I'll post an update in a moment

>>4905124
Kek, we gotta iron out the kinks.

>>4902939
New york and such cities are not worth living in that deserves to burn down

>>4903131
>>4903219
>>4903963
>>4904952
>>4905122
>>4906114


Ricky lashes at you with both hands open but you dodge out of the way just fast enough.

For a few moments, he is inches away from you barely touching, everything moves slow. You've felt this before, a sudden impulse to get high or drink, regardless of the money for food that you knew you couldn't spend but still... something that you know that its bad but you still wish for it.

Blood rushes your ears, and your heart beat starts to become louder. You want to tear him apart.

Your thirst... Your hunger and your dizziness can all go away if you just kill him and you don't know why or how. Like a whisper telling your body what to do.
Without realizing the energy of your body is going to your arm to blast him apart but somehow... You stop and wake up from the stupor.

Ricky misses you and both of his hands touch the wall leaving a black mark and melting the pain around it.

You dash into the hallway and run through the house for the exit.

Small fire bolts rush past you but you manage to dodge them just in time. When You are in the street, you stumble with a bunch of homeless with the package still pressed against your chest.

Ricky gets out of house and starts blasting his fire into the homeless and random. He loses track of you as everyone on the street begins to run in panic.
You jump a fence and continue running until you find a broken vacant house.

You stay hidden until the sun starts to fall.

The skies are filled with smoke, you think that Ricky a paid a visit to every drug dealer in the entire block. Ambulances and fire trucks alarms must be all over the district.

It can't be just Ricky, and there's even helicopters flying around. The city is changing.

You feel weak and nasseous. You fall on top a broken couch trying take a nap but it was a struggle, consciousness comes and goes same with the strange withdrawal symptoms. You need to find a doctor.

The package got a little burnt, a pice of tape melted and left the box open.

You find an incredible amount of cash inside, rolls of money tied together and there is a paper note, that you would read if you didn't felt so dizzy.

This is a lot of money on your hands if you don't return the money to the drug dealer. You think back on why exactly hired you, maybe he though you were a heroin fiend willing to do anything hoping for a quick fix.

Another though comes up.. Your powers are real... and you are not the only one. Using them is taxing, the more you use, the weaker it is... and the more you use the more withdrawal symptoms you feel.

But at the same time, the more you use it, the more easy it is to picture the energy floating in your body and give it a direction.

You fall into the couch, and the ceiling's pain is scratched and the walls are rotten.

The few times you briefly get to sleep you can't stop but to think of Ricky and that woman you crossed pn the street, not on their faces but what they carried within them. A bright almost blinding energy coursing through their veins.

You close your eyes and begin to wander.

The weaker and thirsty you are, the easier it is to... sense the strange energy particles.

Your mind continues wanders off the city, the farther you begin to look the more bright lights you see distributed all over.

You decide to spend the rest of the night trying to sleep.


>Thread end

>>4906866
Thanks for running man

>>4906870
no worries, I'll see if I can get another thread up this week. hopefully more planned out and more pictures

>>4906872
The descriptions are good enough and i wonder if those gold stuff was just bars or like a costume or artifact? And it seems like this is the first time we seen super stuff is this the change supers? Like did not get how well well of a idea how common supers are?

>>4906903
The gold was real but there is a catch, it has to do with a power. no one knew powers existed except a few

>>4906913
Ah curses and gold costumes is a classic