It had been a long day for Baker. He’d been trying to cook a new chicken recipe for the entirety of the morning, with less than stellar results. His current attempt, which he thought was number six after losing count multiple times, wasn’t turning out much better. After pulling out another piece of burnt food, he was coming very close to losing his temper. Very few people knew this about him, but Baker had an awful rage when he became very frustrated. He’d lose all sense of right and wrong, and could be very hard to reason with and calm down.
Deciding to just go out to eat, Baker gathered his things and headed out into the town. Angling towards Long Horn Diner, he began his walk without any urgency, trying to regain his temper. Midway through his walk however, he began to flip out. A monster thunderstorm, complete with bright flashes of lightning and pounding rain. To Baker, this was just the icing on the cake for his bad morning. Running into the nearby package store, he proceeded to the liquor aisle, where he grabbed the first bottle he saw and began to drink. The clerk began to yell, “Hey, you need to stop and pay for that!”, but Baker didn’t stop. Instead, he paused and sang, “Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break.”
Deciding that he couldn’t make Baker stop, the cleric called the police, and an officer showed up shortly after. Walking into the store, he saw Baker just standing in one of the aisles, looking at the selection available. Moving towards him, he said, ‘Sir, I’m gonna need you to come with me.” Approaching him from behind, he couldn’t see the redness present on Bakers face, a mix of his anger and intoxication. He was also unprepared for what happened next, as Baker turned around, and with his advanced military training, incapacitated the officer with one punch. Looking down, his eyes grew wide as he realized what he just did. Slowly stepping back, he pulled his coat over his face and ran out of the store towards the outskirts of town, thinking to himself, What have I done?