Leaving out many of the more interesting particulars, we'll say for this point of interest that, for whatever reason, NZ's finest wants you to pull over to the side of the road.
You have chosen to ignore their polite request, because fuck it, you got knee down on the track. Once. Dispatching these assholes should be a piece of cake right?
WRONG.
They've decided that your deeds are cartoonishly mischievous enough to warrant calling in a police helicopter. Well, fuck. What's your next move? Is there no running from the eyes in the skies? Or do you have a place to run to where you think they won't see you?
What comes now then, ye heroes of KB?
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