text: [Themes: edutainment]
  
  "You can't treat people like this! He's done nothing wrong!" you say.
  
  The fist swings in from the side, connecting with your jaw as you're knocked to the floor, smacking against the hard stone of the sidewalk. You look up at him defiantly as the boot kick lands on your face, knocking your head against the street. You look up, knowing violence will just get you beaten to death.
  
  "Fucking pest," the Black and Tan spits, leaning over and grabbing your groceries.
  
  The Black and Tan pulls out your bottle of apple juice, hurling it at the street corner as it shatters, juices pouring out across the ground. The Black and Tan pours out your other goods, quickly hurrying to crush them under his heel as he grins. You stare up at him, imaging aiming down the sights of your rifle as you ambush him like you've ambushed so many of his allies. You'd just line up the shot, and the fucker's brains would blow out the back of his skull.
  
  "What? Are you going to swing at me? Come on, I'm waiting, you little fucker," he says. "Let's go."
  
  He holds out his chin, staring down at you with a disgusted look in his eyes.
  
  "Come on, you pig-fucking farmer, go ahead and try something!"
  
  > do nothing
  You don't do anything, simply staring up at the police officer as he grins.
  
  "Good, learn your fucking place," he says. "It's in the muck, paddy. You belong in the muck."
  
  You don't say a word, simply looking at the ground as you're filled with shame. The Black and Tan turns, strolling down the street followed by the rest of his group. You're left sitting there, staring at them walk over. You rise, looking at your destroyed goods, before you turn to the beaten man and woman. The beaten man groans, looking up at you, as the woman rushes to help him.
  
  "Thanks for trying to help," the man says, looking at you.
  
  "Not a bother," you say, wiping the blood tht's spilling down from your nose. "Are you OK?"
  
  "I'm fine," he says.
  
  "Thank you so much," the woman says. "I truly appreciate this. My husband's a good man."
  
  "I'm sure he is. I need to hurry home. Are you sure you'll be able to get him back?"
  
  "We'll be fine," he says. "Hopefully, the IRA will deal with scum like that some day."
  
  "We will," you mutter. "Slan go foill."
  
  "Slan go maile, agus go raibh mile maith agat," he says.
  
  > head home
  With that, you begin the long journey home. It takes some time, and as you arrive, the sun is just disappearing over the hill, vanishing from your site. You push open the door to the same house, walking inside. Joseph and Ma sit at the kitchen table. Joseph's reading a book, while Ma stares, worried looking into the candle that sits in the middle of the table.
  
  "I... I couldn't get the groceries. The apple juice was smashed up and it was all wrecked by the Black and Tans. Sorry, Ma."
  
  "That doesn't matter," Ma says, absent-mindedly, her gaze not shifting from the flame.
  
  "What's wrong?" you ask.
  
  "Mary's gone missing," Ma says.
  
  "Mary is an hour late to get home," Joseph says. "She's not gone missing."
  
  "Mary is never home late," Ma says. "Never."
  
  "She's probably out with Arthur," you say.
  
  "Arthur's a good boy, he never ends of being late," Ma says.
  
  "Never thought I'd here you say that about a Unionist," Joseph says.
  
  "We need to go out and look for her," Ma says.
  
  "It's fine," you say. "She's a grown woman. She'll be home soon."
  
  You quickly begin preparing dinner, getting the stove going and boiling the potatoes and getting everything ready. You make sure you're cooking up enough for Mary as well, because like Ma says, it's strange she's late. She'll definitely be home for dinner.
  
  You're halfway through finishing dinner when the door to the farmhouse opens, as Mary arrives home.
  
  "Thank Christ," you mutter under your breath, walking out to the entrance to the home.
  
  Mary stands there, in the worst state you've ever seen her in. Her hair is slick with blood, sticking to the side of her face as it smears it red. Her face is heavily bruised from what must've been one serious beating. Her dress is nearly torn off her, with several tears along the skirt. Tears run down her discolored cheeks, as her lip quivers from the trauma of her night. A long cut runs across her forehead, disappearing to her hairline, with a trickle of blood running down her face and soaking her hair and scap with the dark blood. Her inner thighs and legs are slick with blood and... you grimace, as Mary stares at you with a distant, deadened look.
  
  "Christ above," you say. "Ma! Joseph! Get down here!"
  
  You rush over to her, wrapping her up as she presses her face into the the nook of your neck and shoulder. Ma and Joseph arrive on scene. Ma lets out a horrified shriek, running over to her daughter and giving her a tight hug as you step back.
  
  "Oh my dear God, sweet God above, what's happened? What's happened? What's happened you?"
  
  "I... I was walking home, and he attacked me," she says in between sobs.
  
  "Who? Who fucking did it?" Joseph shouts.
  
  "Calm down, Joseph," you say, grabbing his arm.
  
  "Calm down? Don't you know what they did to her?!" Joseph says.
  
  "And she doesn't need you yelling at her. Take it easy."
  
  "Carter. The others called him Carter," she says softly.
  
  "Leave her alone!" Ma hisses, tears streaming down her face. "Come on, sweetheart, you're alright, you're alright."
  
  Ma leads Mary to the bed as she continuously sobs, as you're left with Joseph. You pause, staring blankly at Joseph, who is absolutely fuming with rage.
  
  "That fucking bastard raped her," Joseph says. "We've been putting up with far too much, far too much bullshit because of cockroaches like these. We need to deal with him. This can't be left stand."
  
  "We go group up the IRA unit, organize an ambush. Blow Carter's head off with a fucking rifle and deal with this shit," you say.
  
  "No, we can't involve the unit. It's not their job to deal with this. It's ours," Joseph says. "We confront the fucker man to man, right now."
  
  "So be it. Either way, we finish it."
  
  > deal with this personally
  You walk with Joseph down the dark streets towards the small bar known as the Boar's Head. You've already searched several other bars for the man known as Carter, as well as all the local Black and Tan spots. The staunchly unionist Boar's Head Pub is one of the last places you've left to check, but one of the most promising. A heavy revolver sits tucked away in your pocket, as Joseph pushes open the door and you follow Joseph inside.
  
  The interior of a pub is a well lit, relatively empty place. Apart from a few old patrons, the main customers of the place are a group of uniformed Black and Tans who sit around a table.
  
  "That's gotta be them?" Joseph says.
  
  "Let's do this," you say, walking forward.
  
  You walk up to the group of men, leaning down over them as their laughter and conversation grows soft.
  
  "Hello there, lads. I'm looking for Carter?"
  
  A young, blond-haired man with blue eyes looks up at you.
  
  "Yes?" he asks.
  
  > shoot him
  You fumble to pull your revolver out of your pocket, feeling its heavy weight in your hand. You raise your gun, pointing it at the man's head as his eyes widen in shock and terror. You take a deep breath as you stare down the iron sights, aiming right between the eyes of the little fucker.
  
  "Téigh cac a ithe, éigneoir," you say.
  
  You press your finger against the trigger, squeezing it tightly as the gun recoils back in your hands. In front of you, the man's neck snaps backwards as the black of his skull explodes, spraying brain and blood against the wall. Carter's now limp body crumples to the ground in front of you, as you release your breath. You look at the other Black and Tans, who all sit there in shock. There's a brief pause as silence fills the bar, as it takes a moment for everyone to comprehend what you've just done.
  
  > kill the other Black and Tans
  You aim your revolver, firing again as the next Black and Tan collapses backwards as you fire two rounds into his chest, killing him instantly. Joseph fire, killing another, before a swinging fist knocks your revolver out of your hands, where it clatters along the ground. The Black and Tan quickly looks at you with a snarl, before looking over at his rifle.
  
  You're outnumbered and outgunned here, so it's best to do what you want to do as quickly as you can. Otherwise, this is going to get bloody quickly, and not in the way you're trying to get.
  
  > go for the revolver
  You leap down onto the floor, quickly scrambling for your revolver, you grab it, quickly pointing and firing at the men reaching for their guns. You hit one of them in the back as he crumples to the ground. You fire again, blowing out the side of the skull of the second. The third man lets out a terrified shout, turning to stare at you as you aim right between his eyes to blow his face apart. You stand slowly, grinning.
  
  You pull the trigger, as a hollow click runs through the gun.
  
  "Oh, for fuck's sake," you say, as you realize you're screwed as the exact same moment that he realizes what's going on.
  
  > throw the gun
  You toss your gun at him, as the heavy iron gun bounces off his shoulder as he goes to grab the rifle, twisting around to aim at him.
  
  You pause, realizing you've just tossed your weapon away to give your opponent a light bruise. He raises his rifle, aiming it at you as he gives you a sneer.
  
  "Oops," you say, before the bullet blows out your teeth, straight your mouth and destroys your brain stem, and your body goes limp, smacking to the ground without even a last spasm.