Wait downstairs with the gun drawn, ready for anything
From Create Your Own Story
| Chimpout-Human Edition|| (WIP- Don’t Edit)
Like Paul Kersey in a modern update of the Death Wish franchise, you stride into the middle of the street. The children crowded around the ice cream truck get one look at you and scatter. You stand in the middle of the street, with the AK butt balanced on your hip. You shout "Want some, niggers, get some!!!!"
The niglet appears from around the corner, bringing a miniature flashmob of niggers, five or six deep. Most are shirtless. One is in a wifebeater. Their pants sag from their behinds, exposing checkered boxers. They wear their hats to the side, or backwards. They are covered in gaudy jewelery, tacky sunglasses. Most of their mouths are open, and they remind you of primordial apes with their sloping foreheads. You see the one in the lead, the biggest one covered in jailhouse tattoos, is holding a nickel-plated .380.
His little brother points at you, and the nigger shouts. "What's up, patnah? We got us a problem, nigga?" Do you:
