So the other night, after working in the tavern for a few days and earning enough money to buy a very nice, very large, very lethal hammer, I decided that I would kill the first person I saw. This happened to be a woman who had a white heart above her head, meaning that she quite liked me and, given enough wooing, would probably have accepted a proposal of marriage. I bludgeoned her for a while (she was a tough old bird) and then the guards came along. I bludgeoned them; I shot them; I even managed to kick one of them. More came (isn't it always the way?), forcing me to break-and-enter the house of a family - naturally they had to die too (witnesses), resulting in yet more guards.
All told, I had amassed a fine of several tens-of-thousands of gold coins; nearly a solid week of community service; 7 counts of resisting arrest and 11 murders. My popularity had plummeted; I was called some very unfortunate names; and people stopped loving me.
I decided not to save.
Everybody loves me again.
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