Recent story. I'd been spending a few weeks blending into a local student protest. They'd basically taken over the entire main campus. Homeless me just asked to be let in so I can sleep safe. Fast forward some time. Other students gave me a hard time, but I knew the place was fractured into groups. So I try looking around for help with my situation.
In come the kids. When I got in, it was pretty much assumed I was part of the moment. Nobody past the gates gave me trouble when I figured out their codewords. Not these guys. Being inside, they take their not recognizing me in a 500+ person protest as a serious issue, and they stop to interrogate me. Turns out Wed either never crossed paths, or at least never spoken. So one of them goes on some weird diatribe while I try to figure this out what the fucks going on.
He finishes, and I move on on. He and his friends are following me, saying I need to lkill. I try walking back to my spot, but he's getting in the way. Grabbing, shoving, just generally puffing up his chest in the hopes I'll be scared off. Bad move. I had scissors on me. He gets scared, backs off, and grabs sticks and pipes with his friends. I'm just backing off slowly as they try to surround me. Not having any of that. So I run to keep them on one side.
I look behind and realize I'm carrying too much weight to outrun them. So I turn and try figuring out how many I could kill. Turns out about three before my phone's liable to get hit. I realize I have all my most valuable stuff on me, so I figure it's not worth the trouble and leave.
I'm not a gun nut, but it would have been nice to have e a p90 on me then and there.