mainman
Supernova
- Joined
- Jul 7, 2017
The world is a violent place. Mass shootings and murders are common and people don't really care about it or get outraged anymore. Then vigilantes started popping up. People tired of the system where the rich own everything and the poor cannot survive working 2 jobs. Some people snapped and tried to become "good guys" to fix the system and there were groups targeting the rich to rob them and distribute some cash to the homeless.
Violence increased as a result. The police were forced to take more action and policing was more severe and punishments were disproportional. Who was deemed "Rich" was subjective and the public got outraged when middle-income families were targetted and robbed. As a result, there were curfews after midnight, and movements were restricted.
Gangs formed and they got more violent as the cost of living increased but salaries don't. Groups created their own economy by working in communities where they grow their own food and make their own energy formed and these groups get protective of their own. Sounds like just a closed community but these groups often go out and take what they don't have.
More vigilante groups formed and violence ensues as people try to stop these gangs and the gangs kill them for attacking them. Social trust is breaking up and some people discovered in their violence, they can do superhuman feats and the violence got worse.
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Hauser could not sleep. He was haunted by his kills and felt restless. "I killed another gang tonight, what will happen to me?" Hauser muttered. This was the third day in a row where he felt like being a vigilante and started going after some of the gangs he knows about. Hauser went to the toilet and washed his face. He returned to his room and was quite curious about his loot. He opened up the bag and it contained stacks of $100 bills, some guns, and a small pack wrapped in a plastic bag.
"What the hell is going on in there?" Hauser said. "These guys are drug dealers, I should not feel bad for what I am doing."
Hauser felt weird. Now that he can afford anything he wanted, he lost his desire to acquire more things. He was sort of addicted to being the hero in the story and seeking out the different gangs to take out, keeping the streets safe. The killings felt good, but when he sort of got away with the murders, he did realize that something was wrong and everything felt surreal.
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The police arrived at the scene of a massacre. "Another massacre..." The detective said. "This is starting to look like a gang war, this killer is not using weapons, he must be maybe ex-military, check all the registered fighters in the area too."
The forensics team was busy deciphering the scene. 9 people were killed and the killer just used bare hands.
Violence increased as a result. The police were forced to take more action and policing was more severe and punishments were disproportional. Who was deemed "Rich" was subjective and the public got outraged when middle-income families were targetted and robbed. As a result, there were curfews after midnight, and movements were restricted.
Gangs formed and they got more violent as the cost of living increased but salaries don't. Groups created their own economy by working in communities where they grow their own food and make their own energy formed and these groups get protective of their own. Sounds like just a closed community but these groups often go out and take what they don't have.
More vigilante groups formed and violence ensues as people try to stop these gangs and the gangs kill them for attacking them. Social trust is breaking up and some people discovered in their violence, they can do superhuman feats and the violence got worse.
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Hauser could not sleep. He was haunted by his kills and felt restless. "I killed another gang tonight, what will happen to me?" Hauser muttered. This was the third day in a row where he felt like being a vigilante and started going after some of the gangs he knows about. Hauser went to the toilet and washed his face. He returned to his room and was quite curious about his loot. He opened up the bag and it contained stacks of $100 bills, some guns, and a small pack wrapped in a plastic bag.
"What the hell is going on in there?" Hauser said. "These guys are drug dealers, I should not feel bad for what I am doing."
Hauser felt weird. Now that he can afford anything he wanted, he lost his desire to acquire more things. He was sort of addicted to being the hero in the story and seeking out the different gangs to take out, keeping the streets safe. The killings felt good, but when he sort of got away with the murders, he did realize that something was wrong and everything felt surreal.
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The police arrived at the scene of a massacre. "Another massacre..." The detective said. "This is starting to look like a gang war, this killer is not using weapons, he must be maybe ex-military, check all the registered fighters in the area too."
The forensics team was busy deciphering the scene. 9 people were killed and the killer just used bare hands.
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