Utterly Mad

It is the 1970s, the sun is shining and the clouds are side are thick and as white as snow. Redbone's "Come And Get Your Love" plays on the vinyl player in the living room, the best that money can buy it doesn't skip and the quality is near perfect. You work as a US Federal Agent, you work all week except on Sunday's where you attend church for about two hours a day. Today is Tuesday, but instead of going to work you decided to stay home. You haven't been feeling yourself at all this week and you can feel something inside you churning, like you're changing.

You're now sitting in the living room watching your colored TV, you have a pistol in the end table upstairs, some water boiling for tea in the kitchen, not to mention a lot of various 'things' sitting around your house.

What you do is up to you.


((Going to try to do this thing again, only instead I'm letting people decide the backstory, you can do anything you want (within reasonable terms) and if you die you start a new life in a different period of time in which the title will change. To earn "points" I'm going the 'Everyone is John' route, doing really dangerous stupid shit will net you points, playing as a character will net you a few less points unless you actually impress me with your elite RP skills, and if you manage to survive your antics then you net points.

OH! And one more thing, you can't cancel actions, even if they contradict each other. So if Player 1 says, "I RUN INTO BILL'S BACKYARD AND BEGIN TO BITE OFF HIS DICK!" Player 2 can't say, "No he goes and gives him a nice pat on the back". If players do that a certain number of times, they'll begin to lose their "voice". (AKA: You don't get to control him like everyone else, your commands just become suggestions until you become nothing but a quiet whisper, to be ignored for the rest of time).))

If that's the case let's remember that the Loli wife should be returning from the super market with grocery's for tonight's dinner. The reasons are numerous for why we may feel this way but it's mostly because of the monstrous things the FBI have done; that we've done. We must use our skills to destroy the monster we are apart of. We will put the pistol in our under coat holster and then wait for the wife to return and tell her that we're going on a business trip. After that, we must acquire more guns, bigger guns.

You decide to sit around a while longer for your wife to return, you're not sure whats on the TV right now some news program covering the war in Nam' and how the peace movement is getting bigger by the day. You don't know how long its been, you check the clock to see nearly an hour has passed, something is going on.