Earlier that day an entire warehouse and its contents disappear. One moment Murphy's back is turned as he directs a driver, the driver gasps at the wondrous bullshit that happens behind him, and he turns to observe an empty space.
By now he knows, he's just been hanging with it because he doesn't particularly have the want to bother with it. It was an easy ruse to play along with, but this is too much. It's that that makes him drop his clipboard and barcode scanner right there on the concrete and just walk off. He's done! He's out! Bye bye!
By the time he finds someone on the sidewalk, he's in back in the trappings of a black suit with a red shirt, his theme being fully on. "Look, I've played along with some powerful dick's bullshit before? But I know when to get out. This is 'getting out' time."
LET LOOSE
There's a whole flock of bipedal ostrich things with snake heads, and he is not about it. Nope nope nope. He's not had to run like this since bounty hunters were after him.
He runs into a corner store to get away from them, shoving a magazine rack in front of the door. Then backs away slowly as the bipedal snake headed whatsits gather outside, looking in through the window menacingling.
Murphy stares through the window, before spreading his arms and shouting a dramatic, "The fuck?!"
"...Wait are you the guy from the podcast?" whispers a mortified teenager from behind the register, glancing between him and the window. "Big fan."
"....Thank you?!" replies Murphy, before he starts looking for weapons that he can improvise. This is what he gets for not just having his sword cane on him.
Wildcard
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Alvin Murphy | Z Nation | Red Team
By now he knows, he's just been hanging with it because he doesn't particularly have the want to bother with it. It was an easy ruse to play along with, but this is too much. It's that that makes him drop his clipboard and barcode scanner right there on the concrete and just walk off. He's done! He's out! Bye bye!
By the time he finds someone on the sidewalk, he's in back in the trappings of a black suit with a red shirt, his theme being fully on. "Look, I've played along with some powerful dick's bullshit before? But I know when to get out. This is 'getting out' time."
He runs into a corner store to get away from them, shoving a magazine rack in front of the door. Then backs away slowly as the bipedal snake headed whatsits gather outside, looking in through the window menacingling.
Murphy stares through the window, before spreading his arms and shouting a dramatic, "The fuck?!"
"...Wait are you the guy from the podcast?" whispers a mortified teenager from behind the register, glancing between him and the window. "Big fan."
"....Thank you?!" replies Murphy, before he starts looking for weapons that he can improvise. This is what he gets for not just having his sword cane on him.