Nah, unless his second target was Zipped he should have had 2 clears. I think killing LP will look bad. He did nothing today so killing him encourages the status quo and I don't want any push back against that.
Ouro being killed is also predictable but that's more of a case of scum not having much choice. I can handle Gorlak, hopefully LP wasn't keeping quiet for any good reason.
Post by Hyperactivity on Aug 25, 2016 14:15:31 GMT -8
Hyperactivity paced in circles around his desk. It was midnight, and he and Hpper couldn't get train tickets for the entire group to get to the GAFIA meet up he and the head of the Brotherhood of Bears had been organizing. Another 48 hours until they could get 8-9 tickets only? What about today?
Suddenly, a vortex opened up next to the desk. Hyper and Roy flew in, sliding onto the floor in a mess of crash landing. Roy shook Hyper's body off of him, heaving and sighing insults at Hyper the entire time:
"Damn, you are way heavier then the last time I picked you up Hyper! Did you put on a few pounds?"
He then shrunk from his giant winged thing form into an owl, and took off into the skies, breaking Hyper's favorite window by his desk. Hyper stood up, fumbled around in his pockets, and then pulled out something. It was a small box, with a giant red button on the top.
"I was told to give you this."
Before Hyperactivity could say anything, Hyper took off down the stairs, yelling "WAIT ROOOOOY!".
While he did so, Hpper had gone off to wake the rest of the group up. Whatever was happening, he was sure had to do with what they were doing today, even if they started a little early. Unfortunately, a sleeping Gorlak isn't the easiest thing to safely wake up, so this all took some time.
Hpper gathered the town with Hyperactivity, took the box, and pressed the button. Whatever this did would have to do, he had only just gotten over his fever.
Suddenly, the group was in the same room, but older. How they knew, odd, flavor is hard guys. Suddenly they heard sniffling sounds coming from behind them.
Hpper cried at his desk. Ourobororo had told him such uplifting stories about how they were going to escape the horrors that the drug cartels had wrought upon their upended city of Torreón. Her husband died while crossing the street, simply trying to collect a toy that her daughter, Timeaisia, had lost, gunned down by a roving band of gamg members who wanted nothing more than to cause havoc. After burying her husband in the nearest cemetary, among the very few friends and family she had left, she strengthened her resolve for freedom. She gathered what articles of clothing, food, and money that she had and stole into the night with her daughter...towards the border of the United States. She was able to catch a ride here and there from some unscrupulous characters, some of which desired such a form of payment that she forced her daughter to close her eyes and ears and hum the soft tunes her mother had sung to her as she was coddled to sleep as an infant. It took eight days, but finally she had reached the border, herself and Timeaisia nestled in the back of a pickup truck, hidden by a series of tarps and toolboxes. They held their breath - their hearts raced as they could hear the customs officers mumbling to themselves. With a little luck, and a lot of prayer, they made it across the border. Freedom had never felt so grand. Over the next few months Ourobororo worked various jobs as a cleaning lady for an elderly couple, a dishwasher for a local Texan Mexican restaurant, and even selling flowers that she managed to steal from a local garden from time to time. Life was difficult, but it wasn't dangerous. And at least Timeaisia would grow up without knowing the pain and suffering that had been left behind. Timeaisia eventually turned five years old and was able to attend kindergarten. Thankfully undocumented children were allowed to attend public school in this wonderful country. She even came home from time to time with pictures she had drawn of herself and her mother standing next to the American flag. Ourobororo was so proud of her daughter. Ouroborro tried desperately to find better work though, even deciding to go by a more American-sounding name, "Ourobolus." While slowly learning English she managed to get some slightly better work providing cleaning for people who were a little more well-off, it was still mostly just enough to get by. She even managed to get the paperwork for full citizenship started, and was planning to move to Seattle for a new job with a group called ISIS (the agency, not the terrorist group). One day, while she was out on her front porch watching Timeaisia play on the sidewalk, a large black SUV pulled up in front of her home, and out walked several Immigration officials. Frightened, Ourobolus took Timeaisia in her arms as the men walked closer. "Ourobolululufjgs ...or should I say, Ouroborororotoro?" "No, that's not it" "Hmm, then... Ourobolous, ...or should I say, Ouruburu?" "Still not there" "FINE, Ourobolus, ...or should I say, Ouroboro?" "Y...yes?" "We're here to escort you to the border. You've been living off of the taxpayer's dime for too long. You are here illegally, and we are here to fix that." They grabbed her arm, while another officer scooped Timeaisia into his arms and carried her to the SUV. "No, you can't do this! We just wanted to come here and be free!" Ourobolus shouted. "Mama!" Timeaisia squealed, as she was shoved into the vehicle. The ride was sullen. Ourobolus weeped into her sleeves, despondent over the loss of what could have been a bright future for her and her daughter. As they pulled up alongside the nearest border station, they were pushed out of the SUV and onto the street. In front of them, a group of GOP candidates stood, wringing their hands together gleefully. "You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you?" They grinned. Ourobolus looked across the border. Coming over the horizon were a group of vehicles that suspiciously looked like they belonged to cartel members. The same vehicle that had killed her husband long ago. "Please, don't do this. I even applied to be a citizen!" "It doesn't matter. You can wait for the paperwork to finish back where you came from!" They shoved her and Timeaisia menacingly toward the border. "Get going," they sneered. Ourobolus and Timeaisia were brought to tears once more as they began to walk towards the oncoming vehicles. Unsure of where to hide in the middle of the desert, they desperately tried to find somewhere...anywhere. The convoy grew closer. The GOP members, satisfied that they had secured the country once more, hopped into their vehicles. "It's hot out...roll down the window, would ya?" One of them prodded the other. The windows rolled down, and the car began to drive away. In the distance, they heard a gunshot. A scream. A second gunshot. ...silence. "I'll be taking my citizenship papers now, thank you very much"
Suddenly, the group was back. Hpper and Hyperactovity looked around, counting heads to see if they still had the same number of people. "4, 5, AAAAND 6. Alright, that's everyone isn't it?" "Same amount as at the beginning" said Hpper "But that doesn't sound.... wait, Hpper, did you wake up Ourobolus?" "..."
Ourobolus managed to escape from the GOP AND game!
You are an Documented Ordinary Citizen.
You are aligned with the USA USA USA
Sorry man, but you didn't always exist...on paper. You couldn't even vote! Even though you're not big on them, the GOP needs their numbers so if you are investigated you will show up properly as “USA.” However, you only win if the rest of the town, regardless of citizenship, wins. While you're gone though, you don't really have to worry about voting and scum hunting!