Hard Times

You will have to look into junk, beg for money, escape corrupt policemen and citizens maniac about decorum. You will feel hunger and cold. You will suffer in the long rainy nights and be glad when you can get a decent meal.

You will have to learn to build your own tools by yourself, craft and recycle objects to gain resources. You will make artifacts of all kinds, including furniture, work benchs, kitchens, beds, cardboard boxes, storage containers for your little treasures and much more.

You will probably have to give up your innocence to survive. Small thefts and looting will become a gesture of self-preservation, beyond any moral judgment. You will know the thrill of introducing into an abandoned property to take possession of it.

You can choose whether to become a squatter and build your base in the city, live in a homeless camp or move your stuff daily with a cart to sleep every night in a different place.

You will be hunting for rats and fishing radioactive fish to cook them in the live fire of an old rusty bin. You will contract illnesses, use drugs and experience on your skin as cold and indifferent the great metropolis can be for those who live Hard Times.