Yes. I'll start my own. Go ahead Kikkin 

"Today a man knocked on my door. I opened and he said that he is part of the local police force and that some gangs are causing problems, looting stores and killing people. He asked if I could volunteer to help the law enforcement deal with taking out one of their hide-outs. Apperantly they heard about me taking out those militia men. My leg was still pretty badly wounded, but I accepted. I grabed my Spas-12 I got from the milita and go to the hide-out. We exchanged fire for a few hours, before the gang surrendered. One of the police men came up to me and handed 70KI to me as payment for helping them.

As soon as I got the money, I went to the hospital to get my leg treated. It cost me 50KI, but I can run again after they stiched me up. Today was also the pay-day for my job, but apperantly our company wasn't doing well since the militia attack, so our boss had to half my pay, from 500KI to 250KI."

Current bank account: 738KI

I vote we continue.

We continue.

"I restarted in the same place. I was not destroyed but I got my hard earned machinegun stolen and because I was such low status, I couldn't report this. The law highlighted that your status was reinforced by your wealth. I strongly disagreed because it is unfair to buy yourself authority. But how could I suggest my ideas?

Suddenly, out the brown-haze appeared 6 huge security androids with gatling guns and violently escorted me to a massive spaceship, knocking me out on entrance. The moment I regained consiousness, I found my self magnetized to a chair, on Moon Base 1, far away from everything I ever new."

By the way I'm a cyborg now. SORRY, I'M JUST TRYING TO FIX MY MISTAKES.

"Today, I saw the same guy I gave 30KI to at the lab I worked. Fallowing him a little, I realized he worked at the External Administration Branch, right next to the BioMechanical Engineering Branch, where I work. Being on my ciggarette break, I went up to him and we had a chat with him. I tell him my name and he told me his, Kiliari. After a chat where I explained what heppened to my leg, since I was on a break, I decided to give him a tour of the facility. He seemed like a cool guy, and he told me that he wanted to get a new house. I tell him that if he needs any help, I can give him a hand.

Meanwhile, while walking home from work, I see two thugs harrasing a mother and child. One grabbed the child and had a knife at his throat, the other was grabbing the woman by her hair and they were both yelling things like:

I got you now sweet lips!

Give us what we want or there goes the child!

Things that still disgust me to this day.

Everybody around them was either to scared to do anything, or too un-caring, the moment I saw one of the two morons throw the child to the ground and put his boot on the kid's back I lost it. I grabbed one of the bricks of a construction site next to me and, with one good shot on the head, the guy holding the woman was out, as he falls to the ground, the guy with the kid jumps back and lets the kid go. He pulls out a handgun and points it right at me. He fires one shot, but his hand were so shakey he missed, he fires a 2nd shot, he misses again, because I'm running straight towards him, he fires a 3rd shot...

3rd time's a charm, I guess...

As I feel a burining pain in my lungs, I look down and notice a gaping bullet-hole through my abdomen. I could do little more than clench my wound and fall down in pain. Then, as people begin getting involved, another guy tackles the thug to the ground and the woman calls the ambulance, for me, and the cops, for the 2 thugs.

The medics arrive and put me in their car. The last thing I remember is a few surgeons putting me on a table, before drifing off into a deep sleep.

Apperantly they had to stich up the hole and do some other stuff with my lungs, because I was bleeding everywhere. Once they were done and I woke up, the woman and the kid entered the room and thanked me thousands of times for helping them deal with those guys. They payed for the surgery for me.

I apperantly even made it on the local news, on the radio. :D"

"As I am sitting in my lab, doing the finishing touches on my titanium arm, I hear a loud police siren in front of my house. As I look out the window, I notice the same officer that asked me to volunteer on clearing out the gang hideout. I open the door and the officer asks if I could volunteer yet again on helping clear out some bandits from the District C apartments. He also wishes to use my home as a safe zone for the refugees of the raid.

Apperanlty I made quite a good reputation with the police after the hideout clean-up and the thug beatdown. I accept, grab my trusty Spas-12 and go with the man.

On my way, I'm thinking, District C? That sounds very familliar.

That's where my friend Kiliari lives! I have to help him!

As soon as I arrive, I rush with one of the squads to the 2nd floor. I open one of the doors to the apartments, nothing, another one, nothing...

As I begin to lose hope on finding my friend, I hear a loud voice coming from the room next to me.

You tw*t think you can kill one of our buddies and get away with it?!

Imma mess you up!
I knock the door down, and one of the two bandits rise their gun at me, but I beat him and get my spas-12 faster than him. As I line my sights towards him, I pull the trigger. What happened to his head I could only describe as it turning into a crimson flower-shape, with glistening pieces of skull flying around. The guy with the knife then suddently dropped to his knees and began begging me to let him go... But before I could decide a cop entered the room, patted my on the back and took the thug with him.

I then begin to look at my friend, noticing his messed up arm, I take him to my house, where the "safe shelter" was established. I hand him over to some aid-workers, and they say he'll be OK."

@CeeJayBee (View Post)

Well at least this game has a pretty nice storyline.