Justice is Black

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<img src="img/general/logo.jpg"/> <div class="text">An ex-special forces operative comes back to his home country to discover a dystopian authoritarian far-right society. He joins the resistance after his brother is imprisoned and takes revenge by seducing women of various henchmen. Also, he's black.</div> <div class="text">DISCLAIMER: This game contains heavy pornographic content, all characters are 18 years old or older. And so should be you to play it. All encounters are consensual even in this setting. Consent is sexy.</div> [[Start|Intro1]] [[Skip intro|The hideout]]

Variables Character: Money Physical (strength etc) Theory (intelligence) Energy (Limits number of actions before sleep) <<set $energy to 10>> <<set $money to 80>> <<set $physical to 50>> <<set $respect to 0>> <<set $theory to 1>> <<set $eat_today to 0>> <<set $ella_stage to 0>> <<set $community_quest to 0>> <<set $library_progress to 0>> <<set $foreman_help to 0>> <<set $gym_assist to 0>> <<set $gloryhole_ulocked to 0>> <<set $target1 to 0>> <<set $construction_rep to 0>> <<set $manpower to 1>> <<set $heat to 0>> ====Version1==== Organization: Manpower (both number of loyal men in resiatnce and their quality) Heat (attention from state) Respect (how much local population supports you) no calendar/daytime system for now

<img src="img/general/hideout.jpg"/> <div class="text">Your safe house, a hideout from the outside world - only Jamal knows you are here. <<if visited() == 1>>It is a grim, claustrophobic room above a run-down corner store. Viewed from above, it's a bare rectangle of cracked plaster walls and peeling paint. A single, grimy window offers a view of the alley below, its blinds permanently tilted at odd angles. A thin mattress lies on the floor, pushed against one corner, covered by a worn, mismatched blanket. Besides this, the only furniture is a metal chair and a rickety folding table. The table holds a cheap lamp with a flickering bulb and a scattering of odd items - a half-empty water bottle, a pack of smokes, a lighter. The door is reinforced with a thick bolt lock, the kind that screams desperation over security. In another corner, a small pile of canned food and a dented electric kettle sit on the floor next to an outlet with exposed wiring. The faint hum of the city leaks through the walls, a reminder that the world outside is no safer than this cramped refuge.</div><div class="req">You have a safe place to live - not it's time to explore. Look for ways to earn some money and gain the respect of the people of this neighborhood.</div> <<else>> <<linkreplace "Look around again">><div class="text">It is a grim, claustrophobic room above a run-down corner store. Viewed from above, it's a bare rectangle of cracked plaster walls and peeling paint. A single, grimy window offers a view of the alley below, its blinds permanently tilted at odd angles. A thin mattress lies on the floor, pushed against one corner, covered by a worn, mismatched blanket. Besides this, the only furniture is a metal chair and a rickety folding table. The table holds a cheap lamp with a flickering bulb and a scattering of odd items - a half-empty water bottle, a pack of smokes, a lighter. The door is reinforced with a thick bolt lock, the kind that screams desperation over security. In another corner, a small pile of canned food and a dented electric kettle sit on the floor next to an outlet with exposed wiring. The faint hum of the city leaks through the walls, a reminder that the world outside is no safer than this cramped refuge.</div><</linkreplace>><</if>> [[Sleep]] <<if $eat_today == 0 >> <div class="text">You are able to sustain yourself, but from time to time you need to get hands on fresh vegetables and fruits to stay healthy.</div> <<linkreplace "Buy some healthy food">> <<if $money >= 3>> <<statchange "energy" 2>> <<statchange "money" -3>> <<statchange "physical" 1>> <<set $eat_today to 1>> You have a good, balanced meal. <<else>> You don't have enough money for fresh food. Don't worry, you can survive on cheap cans and ramens no problem. <</if>><</linkreplace>><</if>> <<if $respect >= 50 && $target1 == 0>> <div class="text">A manila folder is on the floor near the door - thin enough to slip over the threshold.</div> <<linkreplace "Open it">> <div class="text"><span style="font-style: italic;">Burn after reading I've heard you made a name for yourself among the locals. It means we can trust you with real work now. <img src="img/savannah/husband.jpg"/> Attached is the photo of a police sergeant, Nikolas Bond. While low-level, he appeared on our radar because of allegations of running the torture chambers in the city police department. Iraq vet, he seems to enjoy utilizing so-called advanced interrogation techniques to get confessions from suspects - no matter whether they are innocent or not. Anyway, what matters for you personally is that this sadist got his hands on your brother before he was transferred to the state facility. No photos have been released to the press since that; I strongly suspect they wait until his torture-inflicted injuries are healed. I get why you would probably want to kill this bastard right now - but imagine how you would utterly destroy him by fucking his wife. Meet Mrs. Bond, Nikolas's trophy wife. He thinks her bombshell looks elevate his status - the harder would be the fall. <img src="img/savannah/wife_potrait.jpg" width=80% /> We had started working on the bored housewife before you appeared on our radar, and we believe she is ready to be blacked. Our hacker-for-hire, Adriana, will tell you the details; you will also need to make a second payment for her service - a negotiable 200$. Her address is on the card. Good luck, soldier.</span></div><<set $target1 to 1>><</linkreplace>> <<else>><div class="req">Jamal asked to gain respect, 50 would be enough</div> <</if>> <<if $target1 == 3>> [[Fuck the police(man's wife)|Target1]] <</if>> [[Go out|The Hood]]

<img src="img/general/neighbourhood.jpg"/> <<if visited() == 1>> <div class="text">The neighborhood is a desolate grid of cracked asphalt and crumbling concrete, where rusted streetlights flicker weakly, casting pale pools of light that do little to dispel the gloom. Far away, you can see the blue lights of a police roadblock that guards people outside from those living here. Boarded-up storefronts with faded graffiti line the streets, their broken windows like hollow eyes. Trash litters the sidewalks, swirling in the occasional gusts of wind. The air smells of oil, damp brick, and something faintly metallic like blood long dried. The few people outside move quickly, heads down, avoiding eye contact; you expected this to be a black hood, but no, it's just a place where poor people live. Very poor.</div> <<else>><div class="text">The neighborhood is still as ruined as it was at your first visit. Cracked asphalt, flickering streetlights; most of the windows are boarded up, with an exemption for a neon-green bar down the street. The few people outside move quickly, heads down, avoiding eye contact.</div><</if>> <div class="text"><<nobr>><<set _event=random(1,20)>><<switch _event>> <<case 1>> A police car cruises slowly down the street, its engine barely audible, as officers inside scan the sidewalks with cold, practiced stares. You dash into the side alley before you're seen. <<case 2>> A pickup truck packed with armed militia roars by, their shouts and laughter cutting through the tense quiet like a blade. Several shots are made, hopefully in the air. <<case 3>> A beggar sits slumped against a wall, clutching a faded cardboard sign that reads, "Will work for food," his eyes avoiding yours. <<case 4>> Overhead, a surveillance drone hovers silently, its blinking red light tracking every move below. <<case 5>> A small group of teenagers spray-paints over hateful graffiti, glancing nervously at every passing shadow. You nod to them. <<case 6>> A stray dog sniffs at a trash can, its ribs visible under matted fur, before darting off at the sound of a distant shout. <<case 7>> A man in a stained coat leans against a lamppost, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands, his eyes darting to every passing vehicle. <<case 8>> A militia checkpoint materializes at the corner, a makeshift barricade of sandbags and armed men waving cars to a stop for "random inspections." Simple racketeering, nothing serious. <<case 9>> Two neighbors argue in hushed tones near a boarded-up store; their voices tense, but they fall silent as a patrol car approaches. <<case 10>> A drunk stumbles out of the bar, swearing loudly at no one in particular, his shouts echoing eerily through the empty street. <<case 11>> A single flickering streetlight goes out completely, leaving half the block in shadows as footsteps echo ominously from somewhere unseen. <<default>> It's quiet here today. Nothing unusual happens. <</switch>><</nobr>></div> <<if $community_quest > 0>>[[Library|Community Center]]<</if>> [[Gym]] [[Bar]] [[Look for work]] <<if $target1 == 1>>[[Go meet with the hacker|Target1]]<</if>> [[Go to hideout|The hideout]]

<<switch $community_quest>> <<case 1>> <<linkreplace "Explore">> <img src="img/general/community_stage1.jpg"/> <div class="text">The small building of the community library stands as a gutted shell of its former self, its facade marred by scorch marks and shattered windows. Inside, the air smells of ash and damp decay mingled with old smoke's faint, sour tang. A charred pile of books lies in the center of the main hall, their pages curled and blackened, a grim monument to what was lost. The walls are smeared with hateful graffiti, crude symbols, and slurs scrawled in spray paint. Shelves sag under the weight of neglect, their contents looted or ruined by fire and time. The main structure remains standing but feels hollow—an echo of the community it once served. You need to come back later and plan the work.</div> <<statchange "energy" -3>> <<set $community_quest to 2>> <</linkreplace>> <<case 2>> <<linkreplace "Assess the damages">> <img src="img/general/community_stage2.jpg"/> <div class="text">You start by assessing the damages. The fires were put out quickly, causing only minor damages and keeping the concrete structures of the building intact. Exceptions include the roof and wooden floors. First, a major cleanup is required, followed by roof fixes. Only then can you put up new windows and work on the interior. This will take a lot of time, effort, and, more importantly, money. You can do that alone, but would it be nice if someone familiar with construction helped you?</div> <<statchange "energy" -3>> <<set $community_quest to 3>> <</linkreplace>> <<case 3>> <img src="img/general/community_stage3.jpg"/> <div class="text" style="font-size: 1.2em; font-weight: bold;">Renovation progress: $library_progress%.</div> <<if $money >= 10 && $energy >=5 && $library_progress < 100 >> <<linkreplace "Get to work">> <div class="text"><<nobr>><<set _event=random(1,6)>> <<switch _event>> <<case 1>> As you toss the debris into a growing pile outside, you haul out the charred remains of books and furniture. The smell of burned paper and wood clinging to your clothes. <<case 2>> A rusted hammer in hand, you pry loose warped and blackened boards from the windows, letting in pale sunlight for the first time in months. <<case 3>> Despite you scrubbing at the hateful graffiti on the walls, the paint barely fades, leaving faint scars of words you'd rather forget. <<case 4>> You drag in salvaged shelves from a nearby thrift store; each piece mismatched but sturdy enough to hold what little you can restore. <<case 5>> With a borrowed broom, you sweep layers of ash and dirt from the floors, each stroke revealing warped tile and memories of the library that once was. <<case 6>> You patch gaps in the roof with tar and plywood, each hammer strike echoing through the empty shell of the library. <</switch>><</nobr>></div> <<statchange "money" -10>> <<statchange "energy" -5>> <<set $library_progress +=10>> <<if $foreman_help > 0 >> <div class="text">Thanks to the help from the foreman, you're able to progress faster.</div> <<set $library_progress +=10>> <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $library_progress >= 100>> <<set $ella_stage to 2>> [[Complete the renovation|Ella Hughes]] <<else>> <div class="text"> You need at least 5 energy at 10 money to work on the renovation.</div> <</if>> <<case 4>> <img src="img/general/community_stage4.jpg"/> <div class="text">The library feels alive again, its modest shelves holding salvaged books like treasures, while faint laughter and quiet conversations echo softly between the walls. The scent of paper and fresh wood mingles in the air, a fragile but defiant symbol of hope in a broken world.</div> [[Find Ella|Ella Hughes]] <</switch>> [[Go outside|The Hood]]

<img src="img/gym/gym.jpg"/> <<if visited() == 1>> <div class="text">You used to exercise regularly during your service and decided to look for a place to lift some weights to get into your routine. You end up in a basement gym that feels like a relic from another era. Rusted weight machines creak ominously with every rep, their padded seats cracked and leaking stuffing. Free weights, mismatched and coated in a thin layer of grime, sit piled in haphazard stacks along the walls. The stale air is thick, tinged with the sharp tang of metal and the sour musk of bodies long gone. A single flickering fluorescent light casts an uneven glow, throwing jagged shadows across faded posters of muscle-bound heroes from decades past. It's a far cry from the polished facilities you once knew, but it's enough.</div><<else>> <div class="text">The basement gym smells of mildew and stale air. Old, cracked free weights are piled haphazardly, their surfaces coated in grime. A flickering fluorescent light casts uneven shadows, illuminating faded posters of muscle-bound icons from a forgotten era.</div><</if>> <<linkreplace "Exercise">> <<if $energy >= 3>> <<set _randomimage = random(1,5)>> [img["img/gym/training_" + _randomimage + ".gif"]] <<print either("Feels good", "Lightweight, baby!", "Great workout today.", "Could be better.", "You feel alive again.")>> <<statchange "energy" -3>> <<if $gym_assist == 0>> <<statchange "money" -5>> <</if>> <<statchange "physical" 2>> <<else>>You don't have enough energy to workout! Get some rest first.<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<if $gym_assist == 0 && $physical >=60>> <<linkreplace "Gym owner wants to talk with you">> <div class="text">The gym owner, a grizzled man with a thick mustache and hands like gnarled tree roots, leans against the counter, eyeing you up and down.</div> <<speech "Gym owner" "You've got the look of someone who knows their way around a weight rack.">> <<speech "Gym owner" "Train here for free—on one condition. You help out with the rookies now and then.">> <div class="text">You shake hands, and the old man's grip still almost crushes you.</div> <<set $gym_assist to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>><div class="req">Ask about help in the gym - 60 physical required.</div><</if>> <<if $gym_assist == 1>> <<linkreplace "Train rookies">> <<if $energy >= 3>> <div class="text"><<set _event=random(1,5)>><<switch _event>> <<case 1>>You guide a scrawny teenager through his first set of bench presses, your firm encouragement keeping him steady as the bar wobbles in his grip. <<case 2>>A middle-aged man struggles through push-ups, and you drop down beside him, counting each rep aloud until he finds his rhythm. <<case 3>>You adjust the stance of a woman at the squat rack, her determined nod showing she's ready to push past her limits. <<case 4>>A young boxer shadowboxes awkwardly in the corner, and you step in, showing him how to throw a proper jab with power and precision. <<case 5>>You spot a beginner struggling with a deadlift and step over to correct their form before they hurt themselves. <</switch>></div> <<statchange "physical" 1>> <<statchange "energy" -2>> <<statchange "respect" 5>> <<else>>You don't have enough energy for that.<</if>> <</linkreplace>><</if>> [[Return|The Hood]]

Hacker, who can help you get to the target either for money or for respect(buy data)

Chemist who can sythesise drugs for sale or help advance on target. Eother for money or Heat/Manpower (steal chemicals from facility)

<div class="text"><<if visited() == 1>>You need money - something that wasn't a problem for you during all your military years. You ask around and end up on the outskirts near the highway exit, where a line of weary men desperate for jobs wait for an occasional pickup truck looking for some workers. In the current economy, this is your best chance at making some buck. <<else>>No matter when you come here, there is always someone waiting for the opportunity to exchange hard manual labour for some cash.<</if>></div> <<linkreplace "Wait in line">> <<if $energy >= 5>> <<set _constructionAvailable = (random(1, 100) <= 60)>> <<set _warehouseAvailable = (random(1, 100) <= 60)>> <<if _constructionAvailable or _warehouseAvailable>> Choose your job: <<if _constructionAvailable>> Nearby constuction side needs some extra hands today. [[Go work on construction site|Construction work]] <</if>> <<if _warehouseAvailable>> Marketplace warehouse looks for cheap labour. [[Go work in warehouse|Warehouse work]] <</if>> <<else>> No opportinity appeared. You feel exhausted after hours waiting... <<statchange "energy" -2>><</if>> <<else>>You don't have enough energy to work! Get some rest first.<</if>><</linkreplace>> [[Go back|The Hood]]

Manage your operations Your second in command, helping you with managing the org Regular ops: Heist (monyey+, heat+) Assault? After accepting crime jobs: Manage prostitutes Drugs Unique ops: Main missions for NTRing the spokesmen of the state

<img src="img/general/bar.jpg"/><div class="text">The familiar bar where you met with Jamal still reeks of beer and piss. Lights are dim, as always, and all surfaces are disgustingly sticky. Despite apparent neglect, it seems there are always at least a handful of patrons sipping their drinks in an effort to forget about the outside world. </div> <<linkreplace "Buy a drink and look around">> <<if $money >= 5>> The beer here is slightly better than piss. <<if random(1, 100) <= 50>> <div class="text">You talk with locals over a beer. Some connections are made.</div> <<statchange "respect" 5>> <<statchange "money" -5>> <<else>><div class="text">You sip your beer in solitude.</div> <<statchange "money" -5>><</if>> <<else>><div class="text">You don't have enough money! Get some first.</div><</if>><</linkreplace>> <<if $community_quest > 1 && $community_quest < 4 && $ella_stage == 1>> <div class="text">You notice Ella in her familiar place - only this time, she has been drowning her sorrows for much longer than usual. [[Approach her|Ella Hughes]]</div> <</if>> <<if $community_quest == 0>> <div class="text">Sitting on the high bar chair, one visitor looks foreign in a place like this. A young, attractive woman who looks too good to be in this shit hole sips her beer, protected from advances by an aura of deep sadness emitting from her. You're no stranger to that, so why not approach her? Meet [[Ella|Ella Hughes]].</div><</if>> <<if $respect >= 20 && $gloryhole_ulocked == 0>> [[Ask bartender about the backrooms|Gloryhole]] <<elseif $gloryhole_ulocked == 1>> [[Gloryhole]] <<else>> <div class="req">You need at least 20 respect to ask batrender about the suspicious backrooms.</div> <</if>> [[Go out|The Hood]]

<<if $physical < 0>> <<goto "Game over">><<else>> <<if random(1, 100) <= 95>> <div class="text">You lie on the uncomfortable mattress and quickly fall asleep - a good habit you picked in the military. Your energy is restored.</div> <<set $energy = 10>> <<else>> <img src="img/general/ptsd.gif"/> <div class="text">The dream comes in flashes, fragmented and disjointed. Sand and smoke fill the air, choking your lungs as gunfire crackles like distant fireworks. You're running, boots sinking into uneven ground, the weight of your gear dragging you down. A face - young, terrified - appears in front of you for a split second before disappearing in a deafening explosion. The screams are muted, swallowed by a ringing in your ears that grows louder until it's all you can hear. You wake with a start, drenched in sweat, the echoes of the battlefield still pulsing in your chest. Your energey for the day is halved.</div> <<set $energy = 5>> <</if>> <<set $eat_today to 0>> <</if>> [[Wake up|The hideout]]

Money: $money Energy: $energy Physical: $physical Respect: $respect

<div class="text">You board a pickup truck and join a company of sturdy, seasoned men. Driver, also the foreman, takes you away from the city to some distant community, where the wealthy build themselves palaces to indulge in vanity. On the positive note, the air is fresh, the sky is clear, and you feel almost reunited with nature - before starting the long shift of heavy work.</div> <<set _randomimage = random(1,2)>> [img["img/construction/background_" + _randomimage + ".jpg"]] <<linkreplace "Break the sweat">> <<set _results to random(0, 100)>> <<if $physical < 35>> <<set _base to 3>> <div class="text">You've grown too weak for this kind of work, and your earnings are lowered.</div> <<elseif $physical < 60>><div class="text">Your body can handle heavy labour.</div><<set _base to 5>> <<else>><div class="text">With your strength, you're able to perform more work than others, and thus earn more.</div><<set _base to 8>> <</if>> <<statchange "energy" -5>> <<set $construction_rep += 1>> <<if _results < 50>> <div class="text">It ain't much, but it's an honest work. When boarding the truck back to the city, you feel good about yourself - your hands created something today that may last longer than you live, even if that's some rich prick summer house.</div> <<statchange "money" _base*2>> <<elseif _results < 75>> <div class="text">You injured yourself and barely did any work. The pay is lowered, not to mention the effects on your health.</div> <<set $money += _base>> <<statchange "money" _base>> <<statchange "physical" -5>> <<else>><div class="text">Today, you've made so much progress that the foreman gives you a bonus! Unbelievable, I know.</div> <<statchange "money" _base*4>> <<set $construction_rep += 2>> <</if>> <<if $community_quest == 3 && $foreman_help == 0>> <<linkreplace "Ask foreman for help with comminuty library">> <<if $construction_rep > 5>> <div class="text">You speak with the foreman about the community library. He thinks briefly before agreeing to lend you the tools and maybe even check out the site himself. Now, the renovations should progress faster!</div> <<set $foreman_help to 1>> <<else>><div class="text">You need to gain foreman's trust before asking something like that.</div><</if>><</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<if random(0,100)>50 && $money > 5 >> <div class="text">The foreman proposes that all workers hang out after a day of good work - it seems like a local tradition. To join, you need to chip in for a beer.</div> <<linkreplace "Join the hangout">> <<statchange "money" -5>> <<set $construction_rep += 2>> <<if random(0,100)>=50>> <div class="text">Sipping cold beer after a day of hard work makes you forget about the outside world. You share some stories and get to know each other better.</div> <<else>><<set _hangout_vids to either("img/construction/hangout_1.webm","img/construction/hangout_2.mp4")>> <div class="text">This time, you have collected enough money for a beer, and the extra goes on hiring a prostitute, a girl foreman seems to know. The blonde slut enjoys the fuck train, and you bond while waiting for your turn.</div> <<video _hangout_vids >> <</if>><</linkreplace>><</if>><</linkreplace>> [[Go back|The Hood]]

<<set _randomimage = random(1,3)>> [img["img/general/warehouse_" + _randomimage + ".gif"]] <div class="text">The warehouse is a sprawling, fluorescent-lit labyrinth that hums with the constant churn of machinery and exhausted bodies. Rows upon rows of towering metal shelves stretch endlessly, packed with goods waiting to be processed, packed, and shipped. The air is stale and heavy, the faint smell of cardboard, sweat, and industrial cleaner lingering like an unwelcome guest. Your shift begins with a scan—a barcode reader strapped to your wrist, chirping with orders that demand you move fast, faster, always faster. Each task is timed down to the second, every delay is flagged by an algorithm that doesn't care if you've worked ten hours or if your feet ache so badly they might give out. Supervisors prowl the aisles like vultures, their eyes darting between workers and tablets, tracking everyone's "efficiency." Breaks are few and fleeting, barely enough to gulp water or shove a snack into your mouth before the system demands your return. Conversations are rare, drowned out by the roar of conveyor belts and the relentless robotic voice calling out new assignments over the intercom. By the end of the day, your muscles burn, your back screams, and your mind feels hollowed out from the monotony. But the quotas keep rising, and the paycheck is barely enough to justify the grind. As you clock out under the unfeeling gaze of security cameras, you can't shake the thought that you've been processed just like the products you've spent all day moving.</div> <<statchange "money" 40>> <<statchange "energy" -5>> <<statchange "physical" -2>> [[Return|The Hood]]

<div class="text" style="font-size: 1.5em; font-weight: bold;">Democracy is Dead.</div> <img src="img/general/intro_1.webp"/> <div class="text">You've been gone for years, serving your country in far-off lands, fighting battles whose purpose blurred even as you fought them. The troubling news from home - protests, crackdowns, and corruption whispers - was easy to ignore. You didn't care about the unfair elections, biased media landscape, and rapid drop in the standards of living. From where you've been stationed, the chaos felt distant, unreal, just another storm you could avoid by looking the other way. Coming back wasn't your choice. Your younger brother, Jeremy, the idealistic kid with more ambition than caution, decided to serve justice as he saw it. He assassinated the CEO of a major defense contractor - a man whose name was synonymous with weapons deals and influence-peddling.</div> <img src="img/general/intro_2.jpg"/> <div class="text">When they caught your brother at the scene, the state descended on him with everything it had. Domestic terrorism. Conspiracy. Murder. A show trial designed to terrify anyone else who might dare. You were his only relative, and they made sure to remind you of it. Your career ended overnight - general discharge, a one-way ticket back to a homeland you barely recognized. Your savings were drained on the only lawyer bold - or reckless - enough to defend Jeremy in court. And the CEO? Sure, he got his punishment, but he also became a martyr - an innocent man who died at the hands of a terrorist. The public quickly forgot that it was his "less-lethal" creations employed by the police force during the last election controversy - some say last elections that mattered - caused the hundreds of deaths and thousands of injuries across the country.</div> <img src="img/general/intro_3.jpg"/> <div class="text">The country you returned to has changed perhaps irreversibly. People walk with their heads down, shoulders hunched against a tide of fear. The air hums with unease, a sense that something worse is always around the corner. Neo-Nazi gangs and paramilitaries roam freely, searching for scapegoats - minorities, immigrants, anyone who doesn't fit their mold.</div> <img src="img/general/intro_4.jpg"/> <div class="text">During your time in the military, you almost forgot that you are black, thanks to a sense of comradery between brothers in arms. Now, you are too often reminded of your true identity by a leer here or a slur there, as if segregation never truly ended. The democracy you once swore to protect is a hollow shell, hijacked by a cabal of oligarchs who wield power like a bludgeon. Elections are a farce. The press has been bought or silenced. Protests are met with brutal force, and the world pretends not to notice.</div> <img src="img/general/intro_5.webp"/> <div class="text">There's no future for you here. You know that. But there's no going back either. Then, the unexpected: an offer. One of your brother's old contacts has reached out. A meeting. A bar. You don't know what you're walking into, but one thing is clear: you're done standing on the sidelines. Jeremy's fight might have ended, but yours is just beginning. You make sure no one follows you and [[go to the bar|Intro2]].</div>

<img src="img/general/bar.jpg"/> <div class="text">Even from the outside, the bar reeks of spilled beer and stale cigarette smoke. The flickering neon sign above the entrance bathes the cracked pavement in a sickly green glow, casting jagged shadows that crawl like rats. Inside, the air is heavy, the dim light barely strong enough to highlight the peeling wallpaper and sticky floors. A jukebox wheezes out a forgotten tune, and the handful of patrons hunch over their drinks like they're hiding from the world. You settle into a scarred wooden booth at the back, the vinyl seat sticking to your jacket. The bartender watches you briefly, then looks away with the indifference of someone used to strangers passing through. Minutes tick by before the man arrives. He slides into the seat across from you with a quiet, predatory grace. Mid-thirties, wiry, dark skin drawn tight over sharp angles and a permanent five o'clock shadow. His hoodie is pulled low, but it doesn't hide the restless flicker of his eyes, darting like a trapped animal's. He calls himself Jamal - though you doubt that's the name he was born with. His voice is low and rough, as though it's been dragged through gravel. </div> <img src="img/general/jamal.jpg" width:/> <<speech "Jamal" "Glad you showed. Figured you might not.">> <<speech "You" "I don't have a lot of better options. Cut the crap - you knew my brother, Jeremy?">> <div class="text">Jamal snorts, shaking his head.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "Knew him? Shit, man. Jeremy's a goddamn idiot.">> <div class="text">Your jaw tightens, but you bite down the retort.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "Hey, don't get me wrong. He's brilliant. But the kid couldn't keep his temper. Thought he could take on the world all at once. Now he's rotting in a cell, waiting for the state to put a needle in his arm. And your fancy-ass lawyer? He ain't gonna change that.">> <div class="text">You finally snap.</div> <<speech "You" "Did you really bring me here just to shit on my brother?">> <div class="text">Jamal smirks, the kind of grin that doesn't reach the eyes.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "Relax. I'm here to give you an option to get even with the assholes who put him there. Maybe, just maybe, to save Jeremy in the process.">> <div class="text">You scoff, rising to your feet.</div> <<speech "You" "I'm not some one-man-army motherfucking Rambo. And even if I was, your fight's a lost cause.">> <<speech "Jamal" "Wait.">> <<speech "Jamal" "We might've found a way. No killing. No blood.">> <div class="text">You hesitate, lowering yourself back into the seat.</div> <<speech "You" "What are you even talking about?">> <div class="text">His grin widens, this time with a predatory edge.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "We're gonna cuckold every corrupt motherfucker in power." "jamal_happy">> <div class="text">For a moment, the absurdity of the sentence freezes you. </div> <<speech "You" "Are you insane?">> <<speech "Jamal" "I know how it sounds, but hear me out!">> <div class="text">He clears his throat, the sound rasping like sandpaper, and leans in close.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "These fascist fucks we're dealing with? They're obsessed with power. Patriarchy, status, control - that's their whole game. And in their world, the worst humiliation a man can face is losing his woman to another man. Especially a Black man. You know they have outlawed interracial porn, do you?">> <div class="text">You stare at him, unable to tell if you're more horrified or intrigued.</div> <<speech "You" "And you think that'll… what? Topple the system?">> <div class="text">Jamal leans back, the grimace of a smile on his face.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "We expose some of them as beta males, and they lose their posts; others we keep as assets to serve us in the right moments. After we infiltrate the government we can do what we can to bring back the rule of the people.">> <<speech "You" "And the women? No 'greater good' justifies rape.">> <<speech "Jamal" "No shit. That's not what this is about. This has to be consensual. Genuine. We're not monsters - we're giving them the choice, and believe me, they'll take it. The easy part is that modern society is filled with racial prejudice - white people believe every black is a lazy chicken-eating gang member with a monster dick, dreaming of breeding a white girl. They think so much about big black cocks they practically want it. We just need to give them a little push.">> <div class="text">Your silence stretches between you, heavy and uncomfortable. The logic is twisted, sick, but part of you can't help but see how it fits.</div> <<linkreplace "Who's 'we'?">> <<speech "You" "Who's 'we'?">> <div class="text">Jamal chuckles.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "I don't know how to put it better, but the less you know, the safer you are. I don't know much either - a guy here and a contact there, and I know there are many of us out there.">><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Have you done it already?">> <<speech "You" "Have you done it already?">> <div class="text">Jamal grins, and his hand pulls out something from his jacket.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "I'm glad you asked. Want to see the reason State Senator Mason resigned?" "jamal_happy">> <<speech "You" "Who?">> <<speech "Jamal" "Oh boy, where to start? For the purposes of what I show you now, enough to know that thanks to his scheming, taxpayers paid for his wife's new tits.">> <div class="text">You look at what Jamal shows you - a small tablet playing a video of a mature but sexy redhead with an impressive bust. However, the more important feature of this clip is the massive black dick inside of her pussy.</div> <<speech "You" "I see money well spent.">> <<video "img/misc/janet_mason_1.webm" >> <<speech "Jamal" "There's the whole archive of this shit that we sent to his colleagues. So far, this is our biggest takedown.">> <div class="text">He swaps on another video - the senator's wife gobbling a black dick so big it barely fits inside her mouth. Yeah, that would make the husband's life complicated.</div> <<video "img/misc/janet_mason_3.webm">> <<speech "Jamal" "And all this was consensual, as you can see. There is a lot of prep for that, but a lot of those rich wives are so bored they are ready to have a black experience just for the fun of it - thankfully, they don't ask their husband's opinion.">> <<speech "Jamal" "It would actually benefit us more if we could blackmail the senator with this, but his wife was getting so addicted to black meat, it was getting harder and harder to hide.">> <<video "img/misc/janet_mason_2.webm" >> <div class="text">Another clip demonstrates just how well this milf can handle monster cocks.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "Her name's Janet. You should meet her one day...">><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "I did not expect any of that...">> <<speech "You" "I did not expect any of that...">> <div class="text">Jamal sighs, sensing your hesitation. He slides a folded note across the table, along with a key.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "Look, I know this is a lot. Just… sleep on it. In the meantime, go the address. It's a safe house. Your motel's bugged. Stay there, get to know the neighborhood, and gain some respect. If you're still interested, I'll find you again.">> <div class="text">You sigh, staring down at the note.</div> <<speech "You" "I've got nothing better to do. Might as well.">> <<speech "Jamal" "Good. And remember - we never met.">> <div class="text">With that, he's gone, disappearing into the shadows of the bar like a ghost. You sit there for a long moment, the weight of the conversation pressing down on you, before finally pocketing the key.</div> [[Go to the hideout|The hideout]]<</linkreplace>>

<<switch $ella_stage>> <<case 0>> <div class="text">You slide onto the stool next to her, offering a nod. She glances at you, her tired eyes briefly scanning your face before returning to her drink. <<speech "You" "Didn't expect to see someone like you here.">> <img src="img/ella/first_meeting.jpg"/> She smirks faintly, though it doesn't reach her eyes. <<speech "Ella" "Yeah, well, I didn't expect to lose everything, either.">> That sounds like an invitation for a conversation - and it seems she craves someone to listen. Her name is Ella. She used to run the community library a few blocks over - the heart of the neighborhood, she explains, until a far-right militia torched it during the last neighborhood raid. <<speech "Ella" "I'm trying to rebuild it... But I can't do it alone, and everyone fears the militia will retaliate again.">> The way she looks at you, there's no mistaking the ask. And something about her determination, despite everything, makes it hard to say no.</div> <<set $community_quest to 1>> <<set $ella_stage to 1>> <<case 1>> <div class="text">You tell her that you started working on the community library.</div> <<speech "Ella" "Whaaaaaat, get out, dude... This is fucking awesoooome! I'll have a job again!">> <div class="text">Ella leans closer to you.</div> <<speech "Ella" "You, like... want me to suck you off? Like a, thank-you blowjob?">> <img src="img/ella/stage1.jpg"/> <div class="text">She reeks of booze, and there is no way you are using this to your advantage. At the very least, she is closer to puking or falling asleep than to performing sexual favors.</div> <<speech "You" "Listen, you can always thank me later. How about I get you home? You look like you need some rest.">> <<speech "Ella" "Meeee, cmooon... well, I guess you're right.">> <div class="text">Convincing her was easier than you expected. You asked the bartender to call for a trusted taxi driver and get Ella inside the cab. You make sure the driver realizes that in case anything happens to her, you will find him - and you will kill him. You get back in the bar only when you are assured that Ella will be driven home safely and even escorted to the door. The bartender nods you respectfully. You nod back.</div> <<statchange "money" -5>> <<statchange "respect" 10>> <<set $ella_stage to 2>> <<case 2>> <div class="text">The library stands reborn, a patchwork of old and new. The charred walls have been scrubbed clean, though faint scars of the fire still linger as a testament to what it endured. Shelves, cobbled together from scavenged wood, line the walls, sparsely filled with books salvaged from the ashes. The bumpy floor gleams faintly under the dim light of repurposed fixtures. A handmade sign above the entrance reads, "Community Library: Open Again," painted with uneven strokes but brimming with pride. Ella steps inside, her footsteps echoing softly. She runs her fingers along a shelf, pausing to pick up a book whose edges are singed but pages intact. Her eyes glisten as she looks around, taking in the quiet resurrection.</div> <<speech "Ella" "This... This is more than I ever thought possible. Sure, some books are destroyed, but now we have space to conduct community meetings and workshops. This could be a beating heart of the neighborhood!">> <div class="text">She continues, with her voice catching:</div> <<speech "Ella" "Sorry for the strong words, but you didn't just rebuild the library - you gave people something to hope for.">> <div class="text">Her smile, tired but radiant, says everything words cannot. There is nothing else left in the world but to hug Ella. You embrace her tiny body and feel how she melts in your hands. For some beautiful time, you stand in the middle of the renewed library and enjoy the moment - until Ella reaches up, and your lips connect. This is sudden but also expected - you return the kiss.</div> <<video "img/ella/first_kiss.webm" >> <div class="text">It interrupts when Ella murmurs to your ear:</div> <<speech "Ella" "Do you think I'm able to consent to kiss that big hard thing in your pants, mister High Morals?">> <<speech "You" "You have a green light on that, miss.">> <div class="text">You chuckle and exchange one more kiss before Ella kneels before you.</div> <<video "img/ella/first_reveal.webm" >> <<speech "Ella" "HOLY SHIT, fuck, I mean, I did not expect anything less, but...">> <<speech "You" "Shhh. Remember why you're down there.">> <<video "img/ella/first_blowjob.webm" >> <div class="text">Ella gently kisses the tip of your dick before attempting to go deeper on your shaft. Her tiny mouth is not made for accommodating something big as your black cock, but her continuous tongue work on your glans makes that unnecessary. This - and the sheer passion and tension build up between you.</div> <<video "img/ella/first_facial.webm" >> <<speech "You" "Hey, I think I'm... Let me...">> <div class="text">Feeling your orgasm approaching, you take matters into your own hands and finish on Ella's face, spraying your thick cum all over her. A few drops land on her tongue, and she satisfyingly licks it all up.</div> <<speech "Ella" "Promise me that next time your cum will be inside of me - one way or another, will you?">> <div class="text">You nod, still catching your breath. Just now, you realize that while having sex, you haven't been intimate with someone for a very long time. With Ella, there is some connection. You like it. You like her.</div> <<set $ella_stage to 3>> <<set $community_quest to 4>> <<statchange "respect" 100>> <<case 3>> <img src="img/ella/stage3.jpg"/> <div class="text">Ella is busy bringing the library back to life.</div> <<speech "Ella" "Hey, good to see you - but let's talk later, OK? I have so many things to do here...">> <span style="font-style: italic; color: red;">This is the end of content with Ella for now.</span> <</switch>> <<return>>

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<<switch $target1>> <<case 1>><div class="text">Finding the hacker's lair feels like stepping into a different world. The address leads you to a forgotten industrial district, where abandoned warehouses loom like silent sentinels. One building stands out - a crumbling structure with boarded windows and graffiti marking its walls. You knock on a rusted side door, and after a tense moment, it creaks open just enough for a single wary eye to appraise you. Inside, the air is thick with the hum of machinery and the faint ozone tang of overheated electronics. The space is dimly lit by a patchwork of monitors casting shifting glows of green and blue onto concrete walls. Wires snake across the floor like tangled veins, leading to makeshift workstations cluttered with keyboards, circuit boards, and empty energy drink cans. One corner of the room, in contrast, is well-lit with a daylight lamp and provides the impression of normalcy, with some salvaged furniture and bright-colored walls. The hacker is younger than you expected, with sharp eyes that flick from screen to screen like a predator assessing prey. Her fingers drum impatiently on the desk as she sizes you up.</div> <img src="img/adriana/meeting.jpg" width=80%/> <<speech "Adriana" "So you're the new Jamal toy... Let me guess, ex-military?">> <div class="text">You prefer to ignore her questions. But... new toy?</div> <<speech "You" "You know why I am here.">> <<speech "Adriana" "I love it when men go straight to business. Happy to tell you that your target is ready, hope you have the rest of the payment in cash?">> <<speech "You" "Hold on for a moment. Can you please tell me what exactly you have done?">> <<speech "Adriana" "Oh, with pleasure.">> <div class="text">Adriana describes the process as perfected by repeated applications. Usually, it starts by infecting the target's devices with malware to gain remote access and show porn pop-ups, social engineering targeting social network profiles, and so on, aimed at showing as much interracial porn as possible to spark interest.</div> <img src="img/adriana/popup.gif"/> <div class="text">Now, the goal is to provide the curious soul with materials to explore. Delivery of forbidden interracial porn through VPN. Anonymous forums, where fake users describe their blacked experience. One-day deliveries of realistic black dildos. And when the target starts craving the real thing - it's time for you to step in.</div> <img src="img/adriana/popup2.gif"/> <<speech "Adriana" "Mrs. Bond turned out to be very susceptible to the attack. Everything indicates that when faced with something big and black in real life, her fidelity to Mr. Bond will become history.">> <div class="text">All that is left is to make the last payment.</div> <<speech "Adriana" "$100 now; alternatively, I can give you a $50 discount if you do a little service for me - beat up a kid who was shitting on my gaming skills.">> <<speech "You" "Are you serious right now? Beat up like... threaten?">> <div class="text">With an angelic smile, Adriana corrects you.</div> <<speech "Adriana" "No-no, I want you to fuck him up properly. Let him bleed. And tell him, write it down, 'unicorn_pussy69 sends her regards'.">> <<if $money >=100>> <<linkreplace "Pay in cash">> <div class="text">You throw Adriana a wad of cash - impressive looking but made from small denominations.</div> <<speech "Adriana" "Nice! Let me get you everything.">> <<statchange "money" -100>> <<set $target1 to 2>> [[Proceed|Target1]] <</linkreplace>> <<else>>You don't have 100$.<</if>> <<if $money >= 50 && (($respect >= 80 && $physical < 50) || ($respect >= 40 && $physical >= 50))>> This will damage your reputation... <<linkreplace "Do muscle service">> <div class="text">You wait outside the kid's school and compare leaving teens against the photo Adriana gave you. Finally, you have a match.</div> <<speech "You" "Hey kid, does the name '14domination_fan88' tell you something?">> <div class="text">By the frightened pimply face of this skinny white teen, you confirm that he is the one you look for. Before he starts running, you knock him down with a punch to his nose.</div> <<speech "You" "Unicorn pussy sends her regards... or something.">> <img src="img/adriana/beat_up.gif"/> <div class="text">You kick the shit out of him in front of the school, in the eyes of his classmates and friends, until he stops screaming. It's not pretty. You run from the scene but have no doubts you are recognized.</div> <<if $physical < 50>> <div class="text">You have fallen out of shape, failed to control your strength, and thus caused more damage than needed. The kid will live, but recovery will take some time. Your reputation plummeted.</div> <<statchange "respect" -80>> <<else>> <div class="text">You made sure not to injure the kid, and he recovered quickly. While still damaging to your reputation, this episode can be quickly remediated.</div> <<statchange "respect" -40>> <</if>> <<speech "Adriana" "Haha, what a loser! Come to my place, I'll get you everything.">> <<statchange "money" 50>> <<set $target1 to 2>> [[Meet the phycho|Target1]] <</linkreplace>> <<else>>You don't have 50$ either, or enough reputation to beat up kids on the street.<</if>> <<linkreplace "Take some time to think">> <<speech "Adriana" "Sure. Don't make Mrs. Bond wait too long, though!">> <<return>> <</linkreplace>> <<case 2>> <div class="text">She hands you the address of Bond's house, video cameras, and instructions on how to get in her house. There is also a suggested visit scenario, a psychological profile, and a timetable for both Mr. and Mrs. Bond. You'll have an opportunity to study everything in your hideout one last time.</div> <<speech "Adriana" "Now, before you go... I spend so much time looking at black dicks on my screens I guess I got curious myself. How about you practice your blacking skills on your nerdy hacker?">> [[Why not?|Adriana]] <<link "I have a job to do" "The hideout">> <<set $target1 to 3>> <</link>> <<case 3>> <div class="text">You once again read the suggestions from Adriana and Jamal, and still can't believe what you're about to do. But it's too late to back down now. Taxi drives you to a wealthy neighborhood: massive pools in the backyards, emerald-green lawns, useless marble columns, all this kitsch. You feel alien in here and cross the distance between the road and the entrance gate as fast as you can before neighbors call the police about some suspicious black man in their segregated area. Your heart races as you ring the telecom.</div> <<speech "Savannah" "Hello, are you from the water company? Please come in. The pool is from the right.">> <div class="text">With a buzz, the gate opens, and you step on the premises. At least Adriana crafted a believable notification from the local water provider - this is your legend for today. Still, how are you supposed to do... what you need to do? Even if Mr. Bond did some horrible things, this doesn't automatically make his wife a bad human being.</div> <img src="img/savannah/portrait_base.jpg"/> <<speech "Savannah" "Oh! Why would the company send a nigger?">> <div class="text">Nevermind then.</div> <<speech "You" "I'm sorry, ma'am. Shortages of the workforce, and this was an important matter.">> <<video "img/savannah/pool.webm" >> <<speech "Savannah" "All right... well, here's the pool. Do what you need, and be quick about it.">> <<speech "You" "Sure, ma-am.">> <div class="text">You come to the pool and take some water samples, trying to look as professional as possible. Mrs. Bond is looking over your shoulder, probably in case you steal some of her water.</div> <img src="img/savannah/pool.jpg"/> <div class="text">Just what you needed. Pretending you have to maneuver between her voluptuous body and the pool, you make a clumsy move and fall into the water. Splash!</div> <<speech "Savannah" "Sir, are you all right?">> <<speech "You" "I'm fine, ma'am. I'm soaked, though. Can I have a towel, please?">> [[Proceed|Target1-2]] <</switch>>

/* <img src="img/adriana/pose.jpg"/> */ <<speech "Adriana" "Fuck, I'm all wet just thinking about what you could pack down there in your pants...">> <div class="text">Somehow, Adriana has already lost most of her clothing except for overly sexy lingerie and is now seductively showing off her slender body. You feel blood starts pumping down in your manhood.</div> <<video "img/adriana/blowjob_1.webm" >> <<speech "Adriana" "But you should know that I'm a nice girl, and nice girls don't fuck with someone they just met. So it's only a blowjob today.">> <div class="text">Her hands gently caress the visible bulge forming on your pants. You don't feel particularly attracted to the weird, out-of-your-world hacker, but you can't deny she's seductive as hell; you can agree to a lot of things as long as she keeps squeezing your dick.</div> <<video "img/adriana/blowjob_2.webm" >> <div class="text">Adriana kneels and slowly pulls off your pants, revealing your semi-hard dick. Even in its flaccid state, it impresses the girl; everything seems tiny compared to your massive, gargantuan cock. Adriana takes some time to worship it: squeezing, sniffing, kissing. When her lips finally wrap around your shaft, you're ready to melt.</div> <<video "img/adriana/blowjob_3.webm" >> <div class="text">Adriana gives her best, trying to please you, but you're just too big for her tiny mouth. She's excellent at sucking your glans, and you can't deny her tongue work is pleasant, but you want to go deeper.</div> <<video "img/adriana/blowjob_4.webm" >> <div class="text">Your hand grasps the back of her head and pushes Adriana deeper on your big black cock. It repeatedly hits her throat, and you manage to face-fuck this slut for some time, to the surprise of both of you. One day, she'll be ready for bbc deepthroat, but not today. It's time to finish.</div> <<video "img/adriana/blowjob_5.webm" >> <div class="text">You take matters into your own hands and jerk off your cock while Adrina plays with your balls, warming up the semen that is about to be unleashed on her face.</div> <<video "img/adriana/blowjob_6.webm" >> <div class="text">You wanted to give Adriana a facial, but the girl practically begged you to feed her some cum by sticking out her perfect tongue - that's where you aim when you finally reach your orgasm. You unload right into her mouth, and Adriana, faithful to her nice-girl demeanor, swallows every last drop.</div> <<speech "Adriana" "~Looking forward to working with you~">> <<speech "You" "That's mutual.">> <<if $target1 == 2>> <<link "Now, I have a job to do" "The hideout">> <<set $target1 to 3>> <</link>> <<else>><<return>><</if>>

<div class="text">Five minutes later, you find yourself inside the house. Since the very moment you took off your shirt, Mrs. Bond stared at your body.</div> <<speech "Savannah" "I must say, I'm terrified by the thought alone that my husband finds out I was in the house alone with a nig... a black man.">> <<speech "You" "What's the problem with that, ma'am?">> <<speech "Savannah" "Oh, my husband is a very jealous man as is. But with black men - come on, you know how you are.">> <<speech "You" "Tell me, ma'am.">> <<speech "Savannah" "Well... So masculine. So raw and dominant. And... big.">> <<speech "You" "That's true, ma'am. That's I am.">> <div class="text">No more words are needed. Whatever you say next, Mrs. Bond is determined to try big black cock - today or never. </div> <<video "img/savannah/reveal.webm" >> <div class="text">She's almost scared to see your dick. But it's just like she imagined, pleasuring herself while looking at blonde girls fucked by massive dicks like yours...</div> <<video "img/savannah/worship.webm" >> <div class="text">It's not the same Mrs. Bond that was rude to you outside. This slut is fully ready to be blacked. You hope the hidden camera in your bag, right across the sofa, catches that transformation; if not, Adriana can access CCTV in this house to get some juicy shots.</div> <<video "img/savannah/blowjob.webm" >> <div class="text">When she tries to suck your cock, you don't hesitate to help her go deep and rough. Holding her neck so she won't pull back, you slam your dick deep in her throat, and even her gagging sounds like moans of pleasure.</div> [[Let's get this slut blacked|Target1-3]]

<div class="text">For what feels like a sweet eternity, but probably is just shy of an hour, you were ruthlessly pounding the policeman's wife.</div> <<video "img/savannah/rough.webm" >> <div class="text">Was it her deeply suppressed desire, a taboo that nested within her for years, that you and Jamal helped to fulfill by accident? Would she snap at some point anyway, sooner or later, and has her marriage been doomed? There are so many themes for an after-sex cuddle talk, but there won't be one. </div> <<video "img/savannah/doggy.webm" >> <div class="text">It's not about Mrs. Bond, anyway. You fuck this gorgeous woman not because you wanted to - although you can't deny the attractiveness of her buxom body. No, you pound her because her husband wronged you and many other people. In fact, an argument can be made that if you think about this man while having sex with Mrs. Bond, your sex is pretty gay. Enough with this shit. It's time to wrap up.</div> <<video "img/savannah/creampie.webm" >> <div class="text">You don't even ask Mrs. Bond where you should cum, or if she is on a pill (she's not). You just claim her pussy and breed this snow bunny, filling her insides with your thick cum. She does not object - this is the happiest moment of her life. You move away to make sure your hidden camera gets a shot of Mrs. Bond's ruined, cum-leaking pussy for the future audience of Mr. Bond and his white colleagues. You own this wife.</div> <<linkreplace "Should you pee on her?">> <div class="text">To further establish your domination over Mrs. Bond, you command her to kneel. She does that without hesitation, empty-minded, still euphoric from a series of orgasms you gave her during the last hour.</div> <<video "img/savannah/piss.mp4" >> <div class="text">You empty your bladder at her. Initially, you just wanted to give this girl a golden shower to humiliate her further, piss all over her big tits and stupid face; but Mrs. Bond eagerly opens her mouth to the stream of yellow liquid and, with loud gulps, drinks everything you gave her, bathing in your piss. Amazing slut.</div> <</linkreplace>> <div class="text">There's nothing left to do here. You call a taxi and pick up your things as Mrs. Bond lies on the sofa, still in bliss. Part of you feel sorry for her - her life is going to be changed forever, for better or worse, when your little sex tape is released. You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.</div> <<set $target1 to 4>> [[Later|Target1-4]]

<img src="img/general/bar.jpg"/> <div class="text">Your meeting with Jamal takes place in the familiar bar, in the same sticky booth where you first met.</div> <<speech "Jamal" "My maaaan, you are a natural. Adriana distributed your achievements on the web, but we ensured the first to know was Mr. Bond and his colleagues in blue.">> <div class="text">You sip the shitty beer. You still haven't decided on the morality of what you do, but curious about the results anyway.</div> <img src="img/savannah/husband.jpg"/> <<speech "Jamal" "Police Sergeant Nikolas Bond is suspended from duty without pay - imagine that! The official reason states something about behavior unworthy of a policeman, but basically, he's a pathetic loser, and they want to dump this bastard as soon as possible.">> <<speech "You" "Wow. Indeed, if Bond were killed, he would be immortalized as a hero. And now, his own are trying to eliminate him.">> <<speech "Jamal" "That's right! And also, the heat from killing a police officer would be unbearable. Still, you'd better lay low for a while, just in case. We don't have the next target ready anyway.">> <<speech "You" "Roger that.">> <div class="text">Jamal gets up and disappears as mysteriously as the first time. It's time for you to leave as well.</div> [[Leave|End note]]

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Jamal wants you to gain respect in the neighborhood. Look around, and you can find people who need your help. Two repeatable actions can give you an incremental increase, and one storyline rewards you with enough respect to proceed with the main quest. The main stats you need to balance are self-explanatory money and energy, and physical - a combination of your health and strength. Investing in your physical stat is beneficial in the long run, and you have to keep it above 0. <<return>>

<div class="text" style="font-size: 1.5em; font-weight: bold;">Democracy is Dead, and now you too?</div> <div class="text">Your physical stat has dropped below zero, meaning you should not wake up the following day. However, at least at this stage, you get a second chance. Please pay more attention to your physical stat: eat more, hit the gym, touch the grass.</div> <<statchange "physical" 20>> [[Try better|Sleep]]

<<if visited() == 1>> <div class="text">Another habit from your service that is hard to shake off is to note every door in every room you're in. And since you've started visiting this bar, you kept thinking about the purpose of one unremarkable door behind the bartender. Occasionally, suspicious men were seen coming in and out; could it be a gang hideout there? You decide to ask the bartender.</div> <<speech "Bartender" "Gloryhole, kid. Want your dick sucked? Throw me a fiver and keep your mouth shut.">> <div class="text">Oh, that explains a lot. Not that you really want to put your genitalia in a hole in the wall, but you need to inspect the building - to spot possible escape routes, etc. You find yourself in a small room, more like a closet or a booth, with a screen that shows you the feed from the other side of the wall. There, a well-groomed brunette is waiting for a dick to appear. She does not look like someone who sucks cocks for a couple of bucks, but who are you to judge. Anyway, let's not keep the lady waiting...</div> <<video "img/bar/first_1.webm" >> <div class="text">You push your big black cock through the hole in the wall and straight it into the lady's mouth. The poor girl is flabbergasted! She did not expect to be chocked by a black monster tonight, it seems.</div> <<video "img/bar/first_2.webm" >> <div class="text">Nevertheless, she quickly gets her shit together and starts intensively sucking your cock. She's really good, definitely not a novice at the gloryhole duty.</div> <<video "img/bar/first_3.webm" >> <div class="text">Your expectations are surpassed when the lady switches from her mouth to her pussy. Now THAT we're talking! Her tight pussy is so good you just close your eyes and unload your cum inside the stranger behind the wall... *** On your way back, the bartender returns you the money.</div> <<speech "Bartender" "It's free for you, kid. With your natural gifts, the girls should pay you.">> <<set $gloryhole_ulocked to 1>> <<else>> You put your impressive manhood through the wall and relax. For the next short time, you are going to be pleased by anonymous white girls with BBC fetish - a good way to unwind after a long day. <<set _randomvid = either("img/bar/glory_1.webm","img/bar/glory_2.webm","img/bar/glory_3.webm","img/bar/glory_4.webm","img/bar/glory_5.webm",)>> <<video _randomvid >> <</if>> <<return>>

Sandbox is still in early stages, so feel free to help yourself. <<button "Add 200 Money">> <<set $money += 200>> <</button>> <<button "Add 100 Physical">> <<set $physical += 100>> <</button>> <<button "Add 100 Respect">> <<set $respect += 100>> <</button>> <<return>>

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