I have a few shekels I got from the last nosy creep who tried to steal my keg.
You check your pockets for the last of your shekels and find 8 dollars in ones. As you are pulling out your money you here a loud pounding on the door.
Roll a perception check
3
You are Tyrone, son of Shaniqa, and no one was ever going to accuse you of being intelligent. You walk over and fling the door wide open to reveal several armed police officers on a prostituion sting.
You stand there 9mm in hand as the chicken you were nawing on falls from your open mouth. The police officers glance behid you at the dead hooker with the crack pipe protruding from her anus and open fire.
You have died
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