John Derpston I woke up in his bed, in his room, in his city. His city was the Greenwood Town, which was a town in name only. The settlement had been founded in Grand Year 2011, and since substantial funding from Builderman had ballooned out into a massive sprawl (although smaller than Robloxity).
He was the chief of the Greenwood Police Department (GPD). He had one regulation-issue desert eagle, and a taser in case things got drastic. They often did in the Greenwood Town. John sat up from the bed, tossed the covers back, and propelled himself into the kitchen of his tiny apartment, which he shared with his roommate. Said roommate was currently frying something that smelled of tar on the stove.
"Hey," John said.
"Oh, hi," the roommate replied. His name was Diddles, and he was a used-weaponry salesman. Selling weapons as a civilian was legal in the Greenwood Town, as long as the sellers didn't cater to known criminals. Seeing as most criminals weren't known at first, the trade laws were full of loopholes you could drive a truck through.
"How's business, Diddles?" John asked.
"Good, good, nothin' special," Diddles responded.
'What d'you mean?"
"Well, I sold a few STEN SMGs yesterday for 20 grand."
"STENs? I thought those were illegal!"
"Ah, but these were apparently free of silencers or anything. No expanded magazine, no nothin'. Just a STEN. No bullets included, of course."
"You just pick these off the streets, don't you?"
"Yeah, so? What's wrong with that? It's legal as long as they don't have criminal mods on 'em."
"True," conceded John, "true. Well, I had to ask, 'cos I'm chief of the GPD and it's my job."
"Rrrright," Diddles said. He flipped something green and congealed out of the pan and back in. "Well, you just have a good day, then."
"You too." John exited the apartment. He walked down the long flight of stairs down the side of the high-rise, and when he landed lightly on the pavement from a broken step he was immediately greeted with what the GPD Handbook called a "combat situation".