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Carlton Marks: An Idiot's Guide To Communism

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It hadn't even been an hour in the city.

That was how long it took for trouble to find Carlton, fresh off a plane from Kentucky to arrive with a quarter grand in his pocket, as he stepped into the city proper. It had been a cry of help from nearby as he arrived at the DMV, from a nearby hospital. Hearing an opportunity to help his fellow man, Carlton found two men, one in a state of disrepair, his clothes bloodied. "We've been in an accident, and we can't find a doctor." was all he needed to hear, as he let himself into the hospital in the dead of night, dodging the few nurses still on staff to try and locate some bandages. Sadly, it seemed they went their separate ways after mentioning a stash of painkillers, but Carlton took it as having done his good deed for the day. Still, now he was hungry, and he still needed to find a job...he'd gotten that tip from his old buddy about some mining jobs with lax background checks, maybe that's where he'd start looking.

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This is a different approach at a character's beginning. Hope you've been enjoying the server!

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Mining is hard work. Especially when you don't have a union to protect you, or really even a formal contract written up. 

The next few days, Carlton learned anew the depredations of capitalism, as he carted around heavy rocks mined from a nearby quarry in a truck that he needed to put down a $2,000 deposit to even drive. Still, he put himself into it with his usual gusto, and thus he'd spend all day, every day, driving from the quarry, to the washer, to the smelter, all on his own dime for fuel. Further, he had to directly sell his goods, at a fixed price, with no potential for bargaining. Yet, it paid, and if he got lucky he might actually come out ahead. 

That was, until his truck disappeared. 

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Hours later, sitting in the hot sun of the Senora Desert, help would finally arrive in the guise of an Uber driver, Carlton having refused to use the app for it's exploitation of workers until he realized no one else was coming. It had been an auspicious encounter. His driver struck up a lively conversation, and Carlton told of his story thus far in the city. Before arriving at their destination, Carlton inquired about getting into the weed business, and to his fortune, the driver(who will remain anonymous for now) supplied him with a connection to someone who could indeed help.

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Waving him off as he stepped into the mining office, Carlton smiled as he told his boss to get stuffed, and walked out hoping to never wear that vest again. He'd have to walk home until he could find a way to the dealership, but he walked with a sense of pride. Soon he'd be able to move outside the stultified systems of capitalism, into an economy of needs, and out here, everyone needed something. 

It was just a matter of finding out who needed what, and that meant he needed to meet people. What better way than being an EMS in a city with a record number of gunshot wounds and vehicle fatalities? He'd picked up a flyer from the DMV, and since the idea had rumbled in his mind until it connected with his other, more freelance operation. Find the people who need medicine, and make sure they get it. It doesn't get any easier than that, and his encounter soon upon arriving impressed upon him a great need for care.

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Carlton had been busy.

After quitting his mining job, he discovered it had been pre-mature. He didn't have the capital yet to start making money off of weed alone, and the EMT position was his, but he'd need to wait a few weeks before it was official. With $1,200 debt still saddled around his neck like an albatross, Carlton needed money, and as his stomach grumbled he realized he needed food too...sadly, he didn't have a dollar to his name at the moment. So, as one would expect, Carlton had to go back to the rotten world of capitalistic toil...but this time he was going to do something a little more lucrative.

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It was a shitty day out on the open water, the fog thick as pea soup, and the waves were making his already upset stomach worse as Carlton kept his eyes open for schooling fish. He'd only been out fishing a few times before this, but since this seemed to be where the money was, it behooved him to play the game long enough to make the money he needed to survive until his actual job started.

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Once he made it out there, Carlton reflected on the calm ocean as he lowered nets into the bustling waters. Just getting out here had been a trip, having gotten a ride from a new friend he'd made by chance. He'd driven up on a carbon fiber motorcycle, and was offering a ride, clearly able to tell that Carlton needed one. Unfortunately, soon enough they had almost gotten into a lethal accident! An ATV driver T-boned them not long after the ride started, and along for the ride, Carlton held on for dear life as they took chase, watching his driver desperately try to gun down his would be killer...only to collide into a telephone pole. 

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Half an hour later, Carlton stood up as an Uber car arrived. Handing him a pair of defibrillators, the driver seemed to know the man who as of now was laid out below the telephone pole. It wasn't long until he was up on his feet again, but the entire wait, he'd had to keep an eye on a nearby cougar who seemed eager to eat his injured friend. Soon enough however, they were back on their way, as he dropped Carlton off at the piers, bidding farewell and sharing contacts for the future. 

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With a full haul of fish, Carlton's boat tugged back to shore. Soon they'd be loaded up onto a truck and he'd need to deliver them across town without getting robbed. He had a method, of course, of dealing with burglary. He didn't carry a gun, since he figured it only raised your chance of getting shot, and so far he'd had a perfect record of not getting shot that he wasn't interested in ruining. Instead, if someone seemed like they might rob him, he engaged them like another human being. Asked them how they're doing, offered them some cab fare or a sandwich. Often they'd reconsider and find someone else to victimize, usually someone more willing to pull out a gun. Thus, by the end of the day, he was set for the next two weeks money wise, and that should be long enough to wait until his real job kicked in.

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