My job was a bellhop at a hotel. I went upstairs and learned one of the guests was having an issue where he's being harassed by four rats and a turtle. Funny, those kinds of groups are usually made up of four turtles and a rat. I shoo them out of the room and take the stairs.

After work, I'm headed to the bank where I am accosted by some youths who strip me of my trenchcoat and leave me in my longjohns. All of a sudden I realize my caste has been lowered making me a hunted man. My primary pursuers are these generic slaves. White skinned, fuzzy afros and thick seventies mustaches that Freddie Mercury would die for. These guys alos wore longjohns but their hair was a mark of status. My path takes me through a neighborhood with several garages. Mechanics don't take too kindly to my presence and train hoses on me. Instead of water or some other fluid, these hoses expel asphalt. Luckily I duck into a wooded area and start crawling through bushess that grow between the buildings.

The way breaks out into a railyard. A monorailyard. The tracks are made of polished wood, along the center are square holes meant to catch the teeth of the cogs which propel the trains. Several blocky monorails are sliding quietly along the tracks. I decide to take a warped track that is unused for my path to freedom. One or two gang cars appear, driving between the tracks to renew their pursuit.

Just like a platformer game, I'm jumping and running along this obstacle course until I reach my goal that leaves my enemies in the dust. Now I'm inside a hotel which is host to a gang family meeting. Fortunately they take a shine to me, present me with a new trenchcoat and take me into the fold. My initiation is completed when I slide my gang's card through an ATM which acknowledges me as one of the family with them and the other gangs. Soon I learn that I'm untouchable and any attempt to restart the earlier shenanigans would be dealt with extreme prejudice.