Head home and sleep

It had been a full day of excitement for Jamey and the time had come for him to head home. He starts up the car and makes his way back to his ratty Broker apartment. Parking in the residential lot by the street, he plods his tired body up to the elevator and jams his fist into his floor number. As soon as he was through the door of his humble abode, he makes for the bed and passes out completely, ignoring the loud noises of someone fucking quite noisily above the ceiling.

You ponder the events of the day. Your boy had been quite industrious and lucky. He understood the concepts of the game and how to play out each situation to his advantage so far. However, he had too little concern for the consequences of his actions. His ignorance might become a problem later on, but it would be interesting to see how his story continues to unfold come tomorrow.

For example, it would be interesting to see what was in the two unopened and unnoticed letters scattered by the front door. They were not there when Jamey left this afternoon.

Account Name: Jamey Cum-A-Lot

Health: 100/100
Stamina: 5/100

Ranks:

• Combat 1 (Puny as fuck)
• Sex Power 2 (Little fucker)
• Endurance 1 (Feeble as fuck)
• Prestige 1 (Broke as fuck)

Reputation: Nobody
Cash: $630
Owned Properties: Broker Apartment
Contacts/Allies: None
Items: 9mm Pistol (2 clips ammo), Stolen Esperanto, x2 Stolen Credit Cards, Stolen Smartphone