[ WP ] A mob kills the main character in a video game , becoming the new best equipped character .

``... Holy shit, this guy is loaded.'' 
 
 Flipping the corpse onto his back, I looked at all the materials he had. Weapons, munitions, money, food - who was this guy, Mr. Scrooge? Looked like it, wearing some sort of fancy armor plating. Never seen armor like that, polished and plated with iron. I pulled out my carry bag, and began taking the pistol from his cold dead hands, stuffing it into my small pouch. 
 
 I did n't mean to kill him. I only wanted to get some money so I could get a place to stay in the nearby cities. But as soon as I pulled my pistol out, ( unloaded, as I did n't want to waste any bullets ), all hell broke loose. This guy, whoever he was, began firing out of nowhere, bullets whizzing by me. I threw myself behind an abandonded car, and after loading my precious ammo, I began firing. I was n't the best sharpshooter, and my bullets flied wildly around. But whoever this guy was, by god he was precise. Picking up his weapon, it looked like a revolver with a high powered scope, and modified to carry extra ammo. Jesus, this guy fought hard. He did n't even hide behind cover! This crazy fucker was standing out in the open, firing extremely close to me. A few bullets only missed me by a inch. Finally, I was left with one bullet. This guy did n't even seem to reload. He just kept firing, and some damn radio was blasting from a weird mounted thing on his wrist. Looting the corpse, it looked high-tech. I unlatched it, and attached it to myself. Whatever it does, it seems to be analyzing me. 
 
 The guy never stopped trying to kill me. Never stopped to reload, never dove behind cover - he was like one of those synth things, the ones with inner-body armor. Guy was n't a synth though, now that I noticed, as there's no chip on him. Thank god. I do n't want someone kidnapping me in the night. 
 
 Finally, I had enough. We fought for about a hour now. I had one bullet left, and my hands were shaking. I tried shouting, to try and calm him down. Maybe I could've made him think he made a mistake. 
 
 `` LISTEN MAN, YOU GOT THE WRONG DUDE! I WAS ONLY ASKING FOR DIRECTIONS!'' 
 
 The guy did n't seem to stop. I tried again. 
 
 ``... I GOT A FAMILY, MAN! A WIFE, TWO CHILDREN! I JUST WAN NA FEED THEM!'' 
 
 I did n't, though. I lived on my own. Still, I thought it could work. Nah. Fucker was out for blood. He did n't care if I was a family man - he wanted to see my corpse. My nerves were shot beyond what I thought capable. 
 
 I decided that I was n't gon na die here. I'm no coward. I was n't gon na die to some guy with a taste for bandit blood. 
 
 It was time to end it. 
 
 I jumped from cover, my hands shaking, throwing off my aim. I had one bullet left. If I wasted it, i'm just a walking corpse. I pulled the trigger, shutting my eyes in fear. Suddenly, I heard a moan, and something falling to the ground. My eyes opened. The guy was laying on the floor, still as a stone. I was alive. My god, I was still breathin'. The guy was a corpse now. Looking at it now, it looks like I shot him in the throat, as the guy was n't wearing a helmet. Dumb bastard. 
 
 Finally, I finished looting the corpse. Guy was only wearing his armor now. I tried wearing it, but it was too big for me. I'm pretty skinny, but this guy was built. Like, muscle bulging built. Either this guy liked his chems, or he's some sort of walking tank. Either way, did n't matter. What did, was the loot I got. 
 
 He had two guns on him. One was that pistol he tried shooting me with. The other - I ca n't even describe it. Imagine a decorated silver shotgun, long barreled, and held eight bullets before reloading. I've never seen one of these before. Thank Jesus he did n't try this one on me. 
 
 He had some chems, which I took quickly. I'm no druggie - I would rather not die while high. Still, it'll be useful for selling. This guy was loaded with money. Hundreds of caps were stuffed in his pocket. This guy was rich, maybe even more then that. Maybe he was a caravan leader. Or a owner of a chem business. Maybe I could track down the source for more money. Maybe. 
 
 I heard a beep from the machine that I looted. Glancing at it on my wrist, it seemed to be done with analyzing me. A menu opened, listing my health and other stats. Noticing a small adjuster, I clicked downwards to see the other stuff this thing held. It showed my inventory, some other stuff. I found the radio menu, but I decided not to turn it on. Do n't want to attract attention. Finally, I found another menu: a log. Some notes seemed to be written down. I was n't good at reading too much, but ma taught me some skills before she died to a chem overdose. I decided to try and read it. 
 
 The guy seemed to be from some settlement, west of here. He was gon na go find his son or somethin', while building up his house. Guy seemed to be an ass, as he mentioned a few times about shooting people for loot, or robbing people. I kinda felt glad now, taking his stuff. 
 
 Something caught my eye, though. The mentioning of a settlement. There could be money there. If this guy showed me anything, is that more of his stuff is there. Maybe I could get rich. Maybe i'll have a house for once, not camping out in the woods. This is my chance to strike big! 
 
 I got up from crouching, dusting my pants off. Out west somewhere, was my chance to get big. Somewhere that'll get me lucky. A home to call my own. 
 
 I began stepping forward, leaving the guy's corpse behind. This was a fresh start for me - and I intended to use it.
