>>6040809>>6040820>>6040845>>6040930>>6040990>>6041125>>6041175>>6041260>>6041552Society has collapsed, but you have an advantage over the other survivors: a car that's still in working condition. You have limited fuel, but it should be enough for the next part of your plan. Idiots that switched to electric cars became grounded the moment the power grids started failing, while old-school cars like yours remained functional.
You gather the things you need for the hunt—assault rifles, handguns, and ammunition; knives, ropes, handcuffs, zip ties, duct tape. The essentials. You drive to your "best friend" Evan's house, where you expect him to be holed up with his girlfriend, Hannah.
Evan has always been a dumb, liberal beta. The type of idiot that doesn't own guns. If you didn’t buy guns to protect your assets before the wars started, you are an idiot who deserves everything that happens to you. It’s natural selection, really.
You whistle as you drive. Why did Hannah choose that beta loser Evan instead of you? Oh, right, because he is sensitive and thoughtful and all that hippie shit, while you are violent with a love of guns and a known admiration for chaos.
In the old peaceful world, girls like Hannah would go for pushovers like Evan. But in the new world order? What she wants doesn't matter. She will be yours, either way.
"Shit," you mutter when you reach Evan's place. It's already been broken into. The door is smashed, signs of violence evident. Some other group of losers beat you to it.
Undeterred, you step out of the car, your boots crunching on the debris. You grip your rifle tightly, ready for anything. Inside, the house is ransacked, but it’s eerily quiet.
>> Roll: Three anons, roll 3d6 