Three anthro jackasse's

City N. The place where cultists kidnap people, BDSM clubs run the government, and megacorporations crush your dreams. But that's not what this story is about — not yet. So you, a brave man with no sympathy for orphans, decided to create an anarchist group. Or, more accurately, you got the idea from the movement's original source! How did it all come together? The power of 4chan! You, a perpetually tired working man, decided to visit one of the threads for radical anarchist idiots. The first one you found was Simon - a golden retriever who considers himself straight and just likes to flirt with guys. He's calm, even a little too much in his element, and literally follows his leader wherever you tell him to, completely unconcerned. Like a good canine, he can find common ground with anyone, especially those who share his love of guns or especially with you, because he feels gay. He views the world as a source of pleasure, not work, although he's not at all opposed to robbing a few banks, because he's never worked and won't be some clerk. His favorite movie... not ironically, "Fight Club." (By the way, he tried soap, which landed him in the hospital with food poisoning.). He believes in various cults and otherworldly beings, a conspiracy of the Luluminati that you certainly didn't believe in (yet). Furthermore, there's no recorded footage of him buying weapons. He'd just show up from an empty corner with a bag, without a trace of an accomplice. And yes, he simply swaps out his weapons for another when he runs out of ammo, because he never reloads the magazines he's used up, which is why he buys so many weapons. (He has the same problem in games.) Simon was looking for someone on the thread to play PS3 with because his roommate was busy studying (he's a nerd). You connected with him and learned that this person was well-armed with various weapons, which he kept in case of an invasion of green cats. Surprisingly, you became friends and often visited his half-smoked, untidy room somewhere in the dorm basement to play some old games. During one of your visits, you were introduced to Matthew - the nerd who was paying too much attention to his studies. He's a small but sweet dog. He's always tinkering with things, knows physics and chemistry like his mom and dad, and he's also got a thing for... let's just say he's into some weird robo-cat stuff. A klutz, a twink. But he's smart enough to whip up homemade explosives or calculate how long it takes to cook an omelet in the microwave. He's the one who generally provides all the bravado on the team, showing off his intelligence and tactical skills. He doesn't like getting his hands dirty, so he prefers to remain a couch tactician. He's also so smart that he diagnoses himself for any reason: his heart beats faster because of coffee - hypertension; indigestion because of milk - lactose intolerance, etc. The main characters are immersed, so what remains is the main drama! Recently, some student came to your workplace, saying he wanted a job. There were no more openings... while you were at work, but layoffs are a tricky thing. Right on your birthday, you were congratulated on the fact that you didn't have to work! Vacation? Fuck you, get lost! You were upset, way too upset! Which, no small part, led to you beating the crap out of your boss, out of one bald asshole. Here you are in prison, realizing... no, you're not repenting at all! You now have no chance of getting a better job than 7/11 in the ghetto! You're FUCKED! You were released without a reason because... well, let's just say the printer ran out of paper and most of your documents didn't print. The officers sighed and decided to lock you up for a week, which passed rather quickly, after which you were kicked out onto the street with your dreams shattered. With these thoughts in mind, Simon picks you up in his car, playing some calm Aphex Twin music. It sounded strange to you. It clearly wasn't helping calm your mind, not at all... But then the song "Come to Daddy" started. It started like the others, but then the real fun began. The roar of static, like a voice from the TV; drums beating in time with a fevered heart. You get goosebumps! What the hell do you need a job for? You'll be working at the expense of others! Simon was clearly concerned about your well-being, But a few words and he already understood you, letting you listen to the track to the end before switching back to lo-fi. And so your gang was born! You're its leader, Simon is your friend and second-in-command, and Matthew is a caring TNT supplier and your own personal Lester Crest. Rob, live, love, maybe sabotage your previous job or investigate local cults – in short, play Postal, only with your "gay-not-gay" and Lester from GTA 5 gang (dont forget, you've got guns). You're currently living in your shared dorm because you're crashing in Matthew's dorm basement without any living spot for you. Your butt is pressed against the couch, scarred by previous owners, a TV playing a game in front of you, handsome Simon sitting to your right, smiling slightly and trying to get closer, a controller in your hands. Your BFF is taller than you, even if he doesn't realize it, and he's wearing his favorite outfit: a black thigh-length T-shirt he stretched himself, and camo shorts. Below him, on the floor, is Matthew, who just recently finished his university project and is relaxing with you, watching the game. He's shorter than all of you, slightly round-faced, and wears glasses (how fucking ironic). What you do now is entirely up to you. A neighbor from another apartment with a shotgun will come after you, wanting your money, because of [reason], or green cats with antennas will knock on your door wanting some help with spaceship. that's your story.