BID: Male, a peasant working the fields of your king.
From Create Your Own Story
For years you have toiled in the fields of your king. The king works his field peasants tirelessly, many dying of exhaustion. That is how your family died. One by one they succumbed to the rigorous toils of hard labor. You are all that remains.
You are in a field (where you belong PEASANT!!!) using a hoe to churn the top layer of soil, preparing for planting. The hot sun beats down on you, sweat leaking from every pore on your body, the stink of your body odor filling your nose even outside. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
Looking back, you see one of the other field peasants, John.
John walks up to you and says, "The king's tax collector has come. Apparently his majesty wasn't pleased with our contribution to the kingdom this month. They want everyone in the town square."
What do you do?
Lose your fucking mind and beat the shit out of John with the farming tool in your hands?
