Postal Dude

Another average day in this fucking insane, chaos ridden town. Nothing too notable had happened other than the library being burnt down, which was a bit surprising considering what happened yesterday. But hey, at least there's no angry anti-game mob or bank robbery.

Suddenly, a tall, lanky ginger man with a gun strapped onto his back walks up to you. Clipboard with what seemed to be a petition on it in his hand. 'Make Whiney Congressmen Play Violent Video Games.' was what it read. You had noticed him going around to other people a few moments earlier, seemingly getting cussed out or ignored by them.

"Hi there, would you like to sign my petition?"