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You were a pretty good runner in high school, good enough that the gym teacher wanted to recruit you for the track team. You decided it was worth a shot to get past these two guards. Judging from their size, they don't seem to be all that agile. Suddenly an idea struck you. You stopped in your tracks, bent down and removed your shoes. As the two guards rapidly closed in on you to less than 20 feet away, you viciously hurled them at your pursuers' head with a loud grunt. | You were a pretty good runner in high school, good enough that the gym teacher wanted to recruit you for the track team. You decided it was worth a shot to get past these two guards. Judging from their size, they don't seem to be all that agile. Suddenly an idea struck you. You stopped in your tracks, bent down and removed your shoes. As the two guards rapidly closed in on you to less than 20 feet away, you viciously hurled them at your pursuers' head with a loud grunt. | ||
| - | It worked, the two guards lowered their chins and threw their arms overhead to avoid getting hit in the face by the sudden projectiles. You took this opportunity of distraction and quickly darted between the two men. Now that | + | It worked, the two guards lowered their chins and threw their arms overhead to avoid getting hit in the face by the sudden projectiles. You took this opportunity of distraction and quickly darted between the two men. Now that your shoes are off, you can actually accelerate with more ease. |
The lankier of the two men caught a glimpse of your movement from the corner of his eye and reacted. He stretched back with one hand as you raced past him and grabbed a corner of your upper garment. | The lankier of the two men caught a glimpse of your movement from the corner of his eye and reacted. He stretched back with one hand as you raced past him and grabbed a corner of your upper garment. | ||
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No he didn't. You twist your shoulder furiously and smash your elbow into his outstretched arm before pushing forward. You could hear a "pszzzz!" as the fabric of your top half tears in his clutch. You keep running without looking back, leaving the man and his colleague behind with a handful of your torn outerwear. | No he didn't. You twist your shoulder furiously and smash your elbow into his outstretched arm before pushing forward. You could hear a "pszzzz!" as the fabric of your top half tears in his clutch. You keep running without looking back, leaving the man and his colleague behind with a handful of your torn outerwear. | ||
| - | Once outside, you | + | Once outside, you dash across the parking lot, weaving between parked cars to throw off your pursuers. As you reach the opposite side of the lot next to the main road, you stop to catch your breath and glance back. The guards are nowhere in sight. They probably didn't want to be seen chasing a young woman with a ripped garment. |
| - | You took a moment to inspect the damage to your "dress to impress" outfit. The top fabric has been torn off, exposing your bare shoulders and smooth cleavage. You | + | You took a moment to inspect the damage to your "dress to impress" outfit. The top fabric has been torn off, exposing your bare, silky shoulders and smooth cleavage. You throw your arms across your breasts in an attempt to cover up the exposure. There's no way you can take the bus home in this condition. |
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| + | You reached into your pockets for your cellphone, but it was nowhere to be found. Uh oh, it must have fallen out while you were trying to get away from the guards. | ||
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| + | How will you get home now? | ||
[[Try to hitchhike.]] | [[Try to hitchhike.]] | ||
[[Try to hail a taxicab.]] | [[Try to hail a taxicab.]] | ||
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| + | [[Try to walk home.]] | ||
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[[Category: New World Survival]] | [[Category: New World Survival]] | ||
Current revision as of 05:09, 10 November 2017
You were a pretty good runner in high school, good enough that the gym teacher wanted to recruit you for the track team. You decided it was worth a shot to get past these two guards. Judging from their size, they don't seem to be all that agile. Suddenly an idea struck you. You stopped in your tracks, bent down and removed your shoes. As the two guards rapidly closed in on you to less than 20 feet away, you viciously hurled them at your pursuers' head with a loud grunt.
It worked, the two guards lowered their chins and threw their arms overhead to avoid getting hit in the face by the sudden projectiles. You took this opportunity of distraction and quickly darted between the two men. Now that your shoes are off, you can actually accelerate with more ease.
The lankier of the two men caught a glimpse of your movement from the corner of his eye and reacted. He stretched back with one hand as you raced past him and grabbed a corner of your upper garment.
"Gotcha!" He hollered.
No he didn't. You twist your shoulder furiously and smash your elbow into his outstretched arm before pushing forward. You could hear a "pszzzz!" as the fabric of your top half tears in his clutch. You keep running without looking back, leaving the man and his colleague behind with a handful of your torn outerwear.
Once outside, you dash across the parking lot, weaving between parked cars to throw off your pursuers. As you reach the opposite side of the lot next to the main road, you stop to catch your breath and glance back. The guards are nowhere in sight. They probably didn't want to be seen chasing a young woman with a ripped garment.
You took a moment to inspect the damage to your "dress to impress" outfit. The top fabric has been torn off, exposing your bare, silky shoulders and smooth cleavage. You throw your arms across your breasts in an attempt to cover up the exposure. There's no way you can take the bus home in this condition.
You reached into your pockets for your cellphone, but it was nowhere to be found. Uh oh, it must have fallen out while you were trying to get away from the guards.
How will you get home now?
