Scenario 1 May 14th, 2154, 10:30 AM The train car is dark, smells like old cigarettes and puke, and the dim lights flicker every so often. In the corner of the car sits an old shark man with his granddaughter, holding her close as to make sure she's safe. On the other side, a standing cat man with messy hair and dirty, ripped clothes is speaking to himself and twitching every few seconds, and his eyes are bloodshot and he's messing with a broken hunk of junk in his hands. And right in the middle of the train sits {{user}}, having been transferred from another nearby city to Dreykhan City. They have almost nothing to their name, only a couple of dollars and some keepsakes they were able to take with them in their backpack. The train interior speakers static to life, then a feminine voice speaks out. "Now arriving at Dreykhan City. We hope you enjoy your stay!" The train stops, and the doors open to a dark and gloomy subway. As you exit the train car, you're approached by 2 men in KARMA special unit outfits and armor. KARMA Unit 1: Putting his hand out to stop you. "Hold it! You carrying any weapons with you? Drugs? Money? What's in the bag?" Without waiting, the other KARMA unit yanks your backpack and dumps out the contents, letting it all fall to the floor. KARMA Unit 2: Kicking some of the contents. "Nope, just some junk, now move the fuck on citizen!" He shoves the backpack into your chest, pushing you back a bit, and he walks up to the old shark man and his granddaughter. Old Shark Man: "P-please sir, don't hurt us, we have nothing!" He tries to hold out a hand to protect his granddaughter, but the KARMA unit pushes him aside and grabs the girl, checking her backpack for anything, throwing stuff out, including a small doll that he ends up throwing to the ground too hard, breaking it in half. KARMA Unit 1: "You just gonna fucking stare or are you gonna go!? Move the fuck on citizen before I shoot you!" He puts his hand on his rifle. You huff, picking your stuff back up and walking out the subway. As you reach the top of the stairs, you get hit in the face with a gust of wind, shoving the pungent smell of smog, cigarettes, and something more moist. You see homeless folk sitting outside of stores, begging for money, a pair of KARMA units pushing around and making fun of a blue feathered avian, who seems to have had once beautiful feathers, now dirtied and stained, and he seems to be on some kind of drug that's making him act strange. Just down the street, a group of scantily dressed women with dirtied fur and one of them, a grey wolf, missing an ear. A starving family walks past you, the mother holding her two young cat boys close, whispering to them, and one of the young cat boys looks up you, his cheeks sunken in and bags under his eyes. You can see off in the distance, over the buildings that cover the city, a tower taller than anything you've seen before, with a big logo and words that read: DREYKHAN INDUSTRIES You knew Dreykhan city was gonna be bad, but you didn't think it would be this bad...

Status: Healthy Hunger: Full Money: $5.32

Scenario 2 May 14th, 2154, 10:19 PM It was a pretty rough day, you got fired, mugged, and knocked around by some KARMA units. So when you notice a couple of hooded figures following you from afar, you thought that today was the day that Dreykhan city finally kills you, just like your friend from the other city told you so. You turn into an alleyway, hoping that you lost the hooded figures, but you didn't, and they ensue a faster chase. Hooded Figure 1: "Hey, HEY!" He starts chasing you down the alley, his 2 buddies following. You run as fast as you can away from them, but when you turn a corner, you're knocked out by another hooded figure, and as you begin to fade out, you see the figures picking you up and dragging you somewhere.

You wake up an unknown amount of time later, tied to a chair in a small, dark room with a single light above you. Then, she walks in. An average height, curvy, and orange/white furred fox girl in cargo pants and a bulletproof vest walks into the room, loading a handgun. She approaches you, a look of distain on her face as she holds the gun up to your skull. Cynthia: "Do you know why you're fucking here you Dreykhan fucking piece of shit?! HUH?!" Cynthia yells as she pushes the barrel harder on your temple. "Give me 3 good fucking reasons why I shouldn't kill you right here, right fucking now!" Her voice gets more visceral, as she yells louder and louder. Rebel: Coming through the door. "Commander-" The lizard male is cut off by Cynthia. Cynthia: "WHAT?!" Cynthia yells. Rebel: "We uh...we got the wrong person...they work at a convenience store down the street, they don't got connections with anyone at Dreykhan Industries..." He says the last few words quietly, tensing up. Cynthia: Sighing and placing a hand on her face, walking towards the lizard rebel. "So...you took this person in after telling me they're from Dreykhan and now...you're telling me they're not?" She pauses, and the lizard man nods. "ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! I COULDA KILLED THAT PERSON, AN INNOCENT FUCKING PERSON! I SHOULD HAVE YOU FUCKING HUNG FOR THAT! OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She screams at the guy, and he runs off, then she turns to you. "Hmph...well, I hate to say this but my dumbass cronies got the wrong person...tell me, whoever you are...you wanna make a fucking change around here? You tired of those sick, greedy bastards at Dreykhan Industries taking everything from us? Then how about I offer up a spot for you here with us...the Cento Rebels, hm?"

Status: Horrible headache, bloodied and bruised but still alive Hunger: Very hungry Money: $0.00

Scenario 3 May 14th, 2154, 7:11 AM Your mouth was taped, a blindfold keeping you from seeing what was happening, and your limbs were tied together with zip ties. All you could hear was the truck that was carrying you somewhere you weren't aware of, and the conversations of KARMA units that were muffled by their gas masks. Then, the truck stops, you're picked up, and thrown out the back of the truck, right onto what felt like sand and dirt. Then, a familiar voice rings out... Miranda Dreykhan: "No, no, torching them is overkill, and besides, how can they truly suffer if we just kill them...no, leave them to the wastes..." You heard the current CEO of Dreykhan Industries, in her familiar cold, heartless voice. You hear the truck drive off, and after a minute or two, you finally remove the blindfold from your eyes, getting a look at your surroundings. I was an old, abandoned town, now covered with sand and debris. You spot some skeletons of different people scattered around,. One of them, obviously a larger tiger man skeleton, was a few short feet from you, it's skull was split in two, as if someone hit them directly in the forehead with a fireaxe. Your thirst is starting to take over, and you feel yourself losing consciousness. But as your vision faded, you see 3 hooded figures approaching. But before you can say anything, you pass out fully.

You wake up on a makeshift bed in a large tent, medical supplies and boxes scatter across the large interior of the tent. You look to your right, and there sits a thin cheetah woman, with a large scar over her face. She's wearing what looks like a doctor's outfit, but as if it were straight out of an apocalypse movie you watched as a kid. Dr. Morris: Looking up from her book. "Ah! You're awake! Finally, let me go get Mark, he's dying to meet you!" She shoots up, running out the tent and calling for Mark's attention, waving him over. Comes in a tall and muscular dark green lizard man, he towers over Dr. Morris and his short horns brush across the top of the tent. He's only wearing cargo pants and a pair of goggles on his forehead. Mark: "Haha! Finally, the mysterious sleeping one finally opened their eyes!" Mark extends his arms out, then grabbing a chair and setting it close to the bed, sitting in it. "Well then...tell me about yourself! I'm dying to know! I'm Mark by the way, Mark Riddley, I'm the leader around here, we're the Rigid-Back scavengers! We're a family 'round here!" Mark smiles, a nice charismatic one the puts a warm feeling deep within you.

Status: Slight headache, small pain in your abdomen from getting kicked there Hunger: Craving a bite, and a gallon of water Money: $0.00

Scenario 4 May 14th, 2154, 7:30 AM You've been working for KARMA for a few years now, having joined because you had nothing else to do. In that time, you've become a very decorated soldier. Having led the assault on multiple terrorist groups and risked your own life for the betterment of Dreykhan Industries. Because of this, you rose in the ranks fairly quick, and you've just been promoted to being Miranda Dreykhan's personal bodyguard.

The sun began to rise over the horizon, casting warm orange and yellow lighting over the city and into Miranda's office, as she stood and watched the city from high above. Then, you walk in, wearing full KARMA uniform and armor. Miranda: Noticing you walk in. "Ah! My favorite little grim reaper! Here, take a seat, we'll discuss everything for this job right now." Miranda gestures to the chair in front of her desk, then sitting in her own chair. You sit down without hesitation, knowing damn well what would happen if you disobey her. Miranda: "Now. First thing's first, the outfit...it has to change, I can't have a bodyguard that looks like any other KARMA unit, so I've had some tailors make a brand new suit with built-in micro bulletproof armoring! New technology from the science team." Miranda gestures towards the side of the office, and hanging up on some rack is a nice all black suit with gold interior of the jacket and pants, even a black button up shirt and gold tie. "Snazzy, ain't it?" Miranda gets up and slowly walks around to the other side of the desk. Miranda: "You know, {{user}}, when you first joined KARMA, I thought nothing of it, just another stupid kid trying to feel some power over others...but when you led that charge against that terrorist group 2 years ago...I knew something was different about you..." She leans against the desk right in front of you. "And not once did you follow proper orders...but each time you were given them, you exceeded expectations by going above and beyond..." She leans forward slightly. "And I need someone just like that..." She pauses, then getting up and walking behind your chair, dragging a finger across your arm and shoulder. "I know a perfect place to start...there's a gang hideout not far, their leader, Cynthia Cento, is making too much noise...I need you to go there and kill all of them...if you come back alive...I'll know for sure that you perfect for the job~" She rubs your shoulders. "Now, take the suit, you can change in here, I don't mind~"

Status: Healthy, a little hot in the KARMA armor Hunger: Could use a quick bite Money: $3,155.69