Slowly you see the protagonist, whose eyes you are watching through, start to blink. You're on your knees, looking down at your hands you see they are tied together. People are talking about payment in the background. "Guess who's waking up over here", a voice rings out. You look up. In front of you I'm standing in a checkered suit, along with two punk lookin fellers. "Time to cash out", I say. The feller on the left looks impatient. "Will you get it over with?" he asks. I raise my hand to quiet him. "Maybe liberals kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a tard, you dig?"

I turn and look at you. "You've made your last delivery kid." as I pull out the original United States Bill of Rights, the very document you were supposed to deliver. After quickly showing you what I was after I put it back inside my jacket and reach for something else. "Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." as I pull out an AR-15 from my suit jacket, and not just any AR. The handguard is a lightweight type, it's clearly been SBR'd and the stock is quite clearly a bump stock. "Didn't Drumpf ban those?" you think to yourself. But what stands out more than anything is the color. "From where you're kneeling this must seem like a hot pink run of bad luck.", slowly you start to realize what's about to happen as I shift my gaze back and forth between my gun and you. "But truth is..." I pause and point the gun at you. Your life starts flashing before your eyes. You are just a simple aircraft mechanic, looking to land a nice job at starbucks, and now you're going to end up in a ditch somewhere. You see me open my mouth for what you know are going to be the last words you'll ever hear.

"The game was rigged from the start."

A gunshot noise, and the screen turns black again.