https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JVKJv963tM&list=PLfzW_wEeYxk595syaBbIyl_KkEUiCXl_a&index=2Yeah, you can’t ignore that grumbling in your belly for any longer. While Sammy’s still in the shower, you slip on your coat, tucking your double shoulder holster underneath it with both your pieces. Just for precaution, you gently slide your trusty knuckledusters into your pockets, positioned just so, so they can be worn at a moment's notice. Right before you walk out the front door, you yell to Sammy that you’re stepping out for a minute, then you’re outta there.
Walking the streets of Sammy’s neighborhood, you can’t help but notice that her’s is a bit more upscale than your own. Guess it pays better to soothe hearts than to crack skulls. As you walk you can’t help but notice that even this part of town isn’t entirely free of crackheads, but luckily for you, they’re eyeing up a mark other than you this time. Sitting on a bus stop a couple yards away from the crackheads lounging on the stoop is a bookish young man, his bespectacled face buried in his seemingly brand new smartphone with two gold rings on each hand and two of those expensive bone white wireless earbuds in both ears.
As you pass by, you quickly cast a glance back and see that, yeah, two larger than usual thugs are ambling over to the kid, who couldn’t be any more oblivious. Part of you wants to just let nature take it’s course, your reptilian brain reasoning that you’ve played the hero more than enough lately. But…
But…
>Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’ve turned around and started approaching the kid and the thug, your hands unconsciously fingering your knuckledusters. Time to bust some heads.>Nope, the kid needs a lesson that he should always keep his wits about him, and what better way to learn than a nice and easy mugging? Just carry on your way ‘til you find a cafe that looks halfway decent. Besides, part of you knows that if you keep feeding your addiction to playing the hero, it’ll get you killed one day. 