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I guess that makes you a [u:lit]<span class="mu-s">Cyberpunk Clone Cannibal Chef</span>[/u:lit]. Hooray.
Alliterations aside, you have no customers lined up by the time everything's set up, around <span class="mu-s">0400</span>. It's not raining, which is normally what most people think when they think of the aesthetic. Normally, people will try and hide under your tarp to get out from under the acid-cloud dump, which means you can charge them.
That's less work for you- for the moment, at least. It's early, which means that anyone who isn't working remotely is going to show up... if they show up. You've had days without a single customer, which is rare but depressing. Normally someone is desperate and hungry enough to eat, even if they're a crackhead keeping you awake at 3 AM battering at the roller door.
Well, there's no point in just staring out into the street- there's only taxi drivers and psychos out there. Sometimes taxi driving psychos. Those eat a lot, and take perverse enjoyment in the source of your meat. Blech.
>>What now?
>Get up to date on the local news.
>See if you can find someone willing to work for cheap.
>Make something to eat for yourself.
>Look through your late mom's records to see if there's any secret inheritance or way to get out of the contract.
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