The need to see change speaks to something more primal in you, interrupting your drive to work with a drive for action. You forsake your job and your old way of life, becoming more social juggernaut than person. It's a long process with slow-growing roots, but you steadily recruit a few locals who are of a similar mind, then more, until your little club of righteous revolt has become a full grown movement. You stand at the center of an army, normal people from the slums and the hills, from factory jobs and desk jobs, from police officers to junkies, people all just like you, just like all of us. Tensions are high. This country is sick, and there is only one cure. It is a bitter medicine that only you can administer, but there are a few ways you can give it.