The Monopoly Running Crew
A Small Beginning
Upon wandering the streets of our sleepy town, my running crew and I came across someone throwing away Monopoly and Kerplunk.
Obviously, they needed stealing.
In a blinding moment of clarity the decision was made to cruise the streets, thrusting Monopoly money upon late night workers.
Writing "shufflingdead.com" along with some random or obscene message on the money was required. Come to think of it, this picture is obscene too.
The first victims were in this liquor store. I shoved a bill upon their window and screamed as I whipped out the camera.
After that, the running crew and I decided we should retreat back to home base for supplies and a mission plan.
Our English compatriot, known only as "The Transporter" happens to have a brother living at home base.
Madman DMUSER applies some vodka/bug repellent before heading out.
DMUSER, The Transporter, and Newbs at home base.
The Wide World
Our first true attack subject, a man working the drive-through at Tim Horton’s. One smiling face makes my whole job feel worthwhile.
Suck it Wendy's.
Suck it some more bank machine.
Consider the banana bus: Monopolowned.
The night, she's a cruel mistress.
Hey baby, no food for us tonight, but here's a tip.
Take this, Blockbuster dropbox!
At one point we were thwarted by the two window system. I have no idea what place of business this is, but it look like this might be where we didn't get to talk to anybody because they saw us plow by their first window, and wouldn't come to their second one.
At one point I got to go into a Roger's Video and hit on the girls working their. They took my money and begged for some late night company, but I had bigger plans for this night!
An image snapped of a 7-11, here we purchased the food for the evening.
Looks like this drive through jockey took my money with gracious pouty hot sultry lips and expectant va... well it looks like she took my money anyway.
At this point we started going for all the 7-11's. Here I am leaving what was surely another great feat in human interaction.
Poor, poor 7-11 guy.
We also found a chair a school was throwing away, thinking it had to come in handy somehow, we borrowed that too.
Knowing someone would use the "port-a-loo" eventually, I stuck a note on there.
The final act. See here, an unnamed assailant (NOT ME) descends upon this house and sticks a $500 bill reading "Everyone has their price" on the door. Note: this image is altered, I took out the house number to protect the innocent and to try to win back their favor.
