Innkeeper
You can't stand running this increasingly run down piss hole anymore; you're selling the place. You figure you should be able to get enough money to finish your schooling.
Unfortunately "piss hole" is too correct of a word for what it goes for. Sure it's a business, and it's in adequate shape, but the city generally doesn't give out that much money for "adequate".
You get just enough money to probably cover a couple semesters, not nearly enough. That's when you get the idea to improvise.
Learning the lesson in cutting corners at the inn, you enroll back at Klyton University and set up a small lab like you did with the still but this time you decide to make drugs instead. Cloud rock is easy to make and you figure you'll be able to support yourself and if you get a part time job on campus, you should be able to swing it. The inn money will help you in the beginning months while you get settled.
Things initially go good for you, just like you thought, but when the inn money runs out that's when crunch time starts and you're not quite as prepared for it as you thought.
Classes get increasingly harder, which means you need to study a lot more, combining that with your two jobs is rough and eventually you're not getting enough rest and one of them has to go. Not surprisingly you quit your regular job as the university's bookstore assistant since it pays less and you figure you can easily make up the money just by selling more drugs which you've become frighteningly good at.
After one more semester, you figure why bother with college at all? You could just sell Cloud Rock all day make as much money as a low level physician might and not bother with studying, because really what has this college business gotten you? A lot of wasted time that's what.
So that's what you do.
It doesn't need to be said that such a path rarely leads to a good end, but you do have your fun while it lasts which is probably a little longer than you thought it might be.
As you lay dying because you pissed off some other criminal for whatever wrong or perceived wrong you might've done to him, you think back to where it all went wrong and all you can think about is:
"That damn inn."
Unfortunately "piss hole" is too correct of a word for what it goes for. Sure it's a business, and it's in adequate shape, but the city generally doesn't give out that much money for "adequate".
You get just enough money to probably cover a couple semesters, not nearly enough. That's when you get the idea to improvise.
Learning the lesson in cutting corners at the inn, you enroll back at Klyton University and set up a small lab like you did with the still but this time you decide to make drugs instead. Cloud rock is easy to make and you figure you'll be able to support yourself and if you get a part time job on campus, you should be able to swing it. The inn money will help you in the beginning months while you get settled.
Things initially go good for you, just like you thought, but when the inn money runs out that's when crunch time starts and you're not quite as prepared for it as you thought.
Classes get increasingly harder, which means you need to study a lot more, combining that with your two jobs is rough and eventually you're not getting enough rest and one of them has to go. Not surprisingly you quit your regular job as the university's bookstore assistant since it pays less and you figure you can easily make up the money just by selling more drugs which you've become frighteningly good at.
After one more semester, you figure why bother with college at all? You could just sell Cloud Rock all day make as much money as a low level physician might and not bother with studying, because really what has this college business gotten you? A lot of wasted time that's what.
So that's what you do.
It doesn't need to be said that such a path rarely leads to a good end, but you do have your fun while it lasts which is probably a little longer than you thought it might be.
As you lay dying because you pissed off some other criminal for whatever wrong or perceived wrong you might've done to him, you think back to where it all went wrong and all you can think about is:
"That damn inn."
