The Amanda Anderson Collection: Breaking the Bank
Amanda Anderson stood by the wall of West Mesa Bank. She hated how it had come to this, but she had run out of options.
Life had grown extremely difficult for her lately. It had only been three weeks after she was accepted by the Harvey Girls that both her parents were killed by a drunk driver, and the local authorities swiftly whisked her off to a nearby orphanage. Now after something that devastating you would hope that someone would take her in to fill the void her parents left, but alas, this is a cruel world, and that someone never came. Not only that, but a good number of the children at that orphanage turned out to be less than accepting of her identity as trans.
Upon turning 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage, having reached the age of adulthood. She found her old home abandoned and was able to eke out a meager existence, working at a small restaurant for money. But her troubles didn’t end there, and not four weeks after she started working there the restaurant went bankrupt. Amanda knew now that she did not have much money left, and without money she couldn’t get food, so she decided to search for cash.
Her search had led her to West Mesa, to the west of Harvey Street, and its bank. She knew she would be considered a criminal for what she was about to do, but it was either that or starve.
“Okay, I’m here.” the trans girl muttered to herself. “Now I just need to break inside the vault. Perhaps I could reach into hammer space for something to use...” She reached into the hammer space behind her back and began searching around.
---What does Amanda pull out?---
Life had grown extremely difficult for her lately. It had only been three weeks after she was accepted by the Harvey Girls that both her parents were killed by a drunk driver, and the local authorities swiftly whisked her off to a nearby orphanage. Now after something that devastating you would hope that someone would take her in to fill the void her parents left, but alas, this is a cruel world, and that someone never came. Not only that, but a good number of the children at that orphanage turned out to be less than accepting of her identity as trans.
Upon turning 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage, having reached the age of adulthood. She found her old home abandoned and was able to eke out a meager existence, working at a small restaurant for money. But her troubles didn’t end there, and not four weeks after she started working there the restaurant went bankrupt. Amanda knew now that she did not have much money left, and without money she couldn’t get food, so she decided to search for cash.
Her search had led her to West Mesa, to the west of Harvey Street, and its bank. She knew she would be considered a criminal for what she was about to do, but it was either that or starve.
“Okay, I’m here.” the trans girl muttered to herself. “Now I just need to break inside the vault. Perhaps I could reach into hammer space for something to use...” She reached into the hammer space behind her back and began searching around.
---What does Amanda pull out?---