Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20190110121633

You’re an Order “heretic” who stole bread and money from the slums to try to survive in the hellish enviroment of the Order Lower-Class District. As a punishment, they chose you for a top-secret attack.

You’ve been fitted with wrist shackles inbuilt with extendable razors, and a metal collar with a high-powered explosive device. These have been wielded into your skin and a neural scanner has been put into you so any action made to remove the collar or shackles causes the shackles to slit your wrists, promising a slow painful death.

You have a remote. This activated the collar, which will pulverise everything in a ten-meter radius, and has silver shards to slice into any demonic foes nearby.

You’ve been kicked from a plane, and thanks to a remotely-activated parachute, landed right on top of the city hall, where the leaders of the country are. A powerful Incubus husband, and an equally powerful Lilim wife. They are the targets of your bombing. You don’t care about the odds. You saw what the bombs did to the testing laboratory. Nothing will stop them from dying should you decide to press the button on the remote. You have a way in through the skylight, but only there.

A voice crackles out from the collar.

“Thirty seconds.”

WWYD? 