Slit his throat?

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You slide the cold blade across his fat neck. A spray of blood warms your chest and turns your white t-shirt to a violent crimson. You stare at the dead man for a moment as he writhes and gurgles his last breath. Your adrenaline haze is broken by a cry of "Holy shit!" from one of the thugs that snaps you back into the moment. You look up in time to see the thugs beating a hasty retreat back down the alleyway. The girl quickly picks herself up and takes off toward the main street brushing past you as she runs by. You look down at the bloody knife in your hand and again at your bloodstained shirt. You hear the familiar cry of police sirens in the distance. Should you:
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''You slid the cold blade across his fat neck. A spray of blood warmed your chest and turned your white t-shirt to a violent crimson. You stared at the dying man for a moment as he writhed and gurgled his last breath.  
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''Your adrenaline haze was broken by a cry of "Holy shit!" from the other, lankier thug.  That snapped you back into the moment. You looked up in time to see him beating a hasty retreat back down the alleyway.  
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''The girl quickly picked herself up and took off toward the main street, brushing past you as she ran by. You looked down at the bloody knife in your hand and again at your bloodstained shirt. Didn't look good.
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''You heard the familiar cry of police sirens in the distance.''
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Did you:
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*[[Run After The Thug]]
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*[[Run after the girl]]
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*[[Ditch your bloody shirt and knife]]
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*[[Wait for the cops so you can explain what happened]]
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{{DrugStatus|Equipment='Pocket Knife' 'Vodka'|Health=95|Ammo=0|Level=10}}
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[[Category:Druglord]]

Current revision as of 14:45, 7 May 2007

You slid the cold blade across his fat neck. A spray of blood warmed your chest and turned your white t-shirt to a violent crimson. You stared at the dying man for a moment as he writhed and gurgled his last breath.

Your adrenaline haze was broken by a cry of "Holy shit!" from the other, lankier thug. That snapped you back into the moment. You looked up in time to see him beating a hasty retreat back down the alleyway.

The girl quickly picked herself up and took off toward the main street, brushing past you as she ran by. You looked down at the bloody knife in your hand and again at your bloodstained shirt. Didn't look good.

You heard the familiar cry of police sirens in the distance.

Did you:

Status
Ammo 0 Equipment:

'Pocket Knife' 'Vodka'

Health 95
Level 10
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