You are a natural hero.  A real go-getter with no time for the likes of banking.  Brandishing your trusty debit card you march to the market to supply the hell out of yourself to go plight hunting.  That plight is gonna rue the day it met the likes of you.

    First stop....Yon Smithy for a sword.  A sword unlike any other.  A sword to stop plight in its tracks.  A sword to conquer evil.  A sword to put fear in the hearts of wrongdoers.  Unfortunately some kid knocked THAT sword off the shelf and broke it and they have yet to restock it.  You go with the budget model for $499.99.  They throw in the scabbard for just one penny more.  What a steal.  Next stop is ye olde grossery shoppe.

    "One or two hours" you think to yourself.   "I'm going to need a lot of supplies."  You fill two grossery carts with the basics for survival.  You have Steak 'Ums, Spaghetti-o's, Fritos, Cheetoh's and bandito's.  Chips, dips, slips and vise grips.  All this and more for your epic journey. 

    You approach the checkout line.  A cold sweat forms across your brow.  Terror clenches you colon.  "I'm going to need a can opener," you remember.  You go back and get it and then return to the register.

    The cashier scans everything in your carts.  As he tells you the total in a bored manner you quickly swipe your debit card with the fury of a thousand nor' easters.  It asks for your PIN.  You punch in your birthday (bad PIN security wise by the way).  Your card is rejected.  Seems the bank has a $500 a day spending limit which you just used at Yon Smithy. 

    With the change you manage to scrape up from your pockets and belly button you find enough money for a stale Fig Newton that was on one of the wheels of your shopping cart.  You buy that and steel yourself for the trials that doubtlessly await you. 

-To begin your long walk into the mountains choose option 1

-To sit down outside the store and hope someone gives you a ride choose option 2