Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33305666-20190705060355/@comment-36855838-20190706070543

I pull out my own phone and start tapping away, triple-checking the guy's license plate numbers.

Within mere moments, my bots are altering databases so he has hundreds of outstanding tickets.

A quick glance at the Hakutaku's phone shows her social media account, and from there it's just a short two minutes to inundate her wealthy family with fines, fees, and high interest debt.

The shouting match outside is getting louder, and so I make conversation with the gremlin.

"So, what do you want to d-"

"I've got lota of lovely toys to try on you!"

I quickly hammer out twice as many fees, with any luck she'll have to sell them all.

The lilim fusses with her perfect hair, apparently one strand was out of place.

Dissatisfied with something, she wipes her hand across her face and her freckles rearrange.

"You do that often?"

She shoots me a confused look, as if I've spoken greek, and then returns to her excessive preening, removing nigh invisible imperfections with all the focus of a child in a business conference.