You were just strolling down the street, nothing special on your mind. The town was its usual chaotic self mess everywhere, the same tired scenes on repeat: someone getting mugged, someone else relieving themselves in public. Typical.

“Hi there, would you like to sign my petition?”

You turned to see a newcomer in town, a man in a red-and-black checkered suit, holding out a clipboard with a confident smile. This was… different. Still, you just wanted to keep to yourself, so you declined.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.”

His expression snapped from confident to irritated in a heartbeat. "Look, just sign this stupid petition. I've got stuff to do.” He shoved the clipboard toward you, practically forcing you to take the pen from his hand.