Sovereign Citizen Wasteland
A massive, hand-carved wooden sign reads:
"WELCOME TO FREEDOMLAND. YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN."
BOB (a die-hard sovereign citizen, grinning): "Hell yeah! No taxes, no government, just pure freedom!"
LISA (squinting at the horizon): "Where’s the supermarket?"
GARY (realising something is wrong): "Wait… who built the roads?"
They all glance down. There are no roads. Just cracked earth and a suspiciously large number of scorpions.
TRADER JIM: "One bottle of water? That’ll be three gold nuggets or your left shoe."
BOB: "That’s extortion!"
TRADER JIM: "Nah, friend. That’s the free market in action. You don’t like it, go make your own water."
Bob turns to see a dehydrated man licking condensation off a cactus.
BOB: "HEY! That’s theft!"
BANDIT: "Oh, my bad, do you have a government around here to enforce laws?" (smirks and rides off on a makeshift horse made out of shopping carts)
LISA (panicking): "Okay, let’s call the—oh."
Silence. There is no police. No courts. Only the law of whoever has the biggest gun.
GARY (sweating): "I think I wanna pay taxes again."
- A "freedom militia" has set up roadblocks and now charges people to walk past them.
- Bob tries to start a currency based on bottle caps, but Lisa robs him because "currency is just a government construct, right?"
- A local warlord emerges: a 19-year-old named Chet who owns the only working generator and demands people fight in his Thunderdome for access to WiFi.
"Wanna leave? Just pay a government exit fee of 30% of your total wealth!"
Bob checks his pockets. He has three bottle caps, a broken compass, and a rock he named Kevin.
BOB (whimpering): "I miss regulations."
Lisa and Gary burst into tears as a man in a tattered suit leans in.
MAN IN SUIT: "Don’t worry. The IRS is always willing to take you back… for a price."
FADE TO BLACK.
