evening the odds
Evening the odds is to jump off a building and into a car that turns into a somehow non-lethal tank in a city thats only filled with criminal scum, an army, a man who hates clowns and wants to kill you, and a man that blames getting his face eaten by a mutant crocodile man with a “killer stick” on you for no reason.
“The City’s Overrun. We don’t stand a chance.”
-“Stay here. I’ll send someone to pick you up.”
“What are you doing?”
-“Evening the odds.”
-“Stay here. I’ll send someone to pick you up.”
“What are you doing?”
-“Evening the odds.”