I've heard many stories about children running away from home. Most end with either the child dying or they live in a place full of pixies, frogs, and bullshit. Compared to this the 'dying' bit sounds like a light kick in the leg.

...whoever said i had a 'mental disability' never talked to me. My 'mental disability' has helped keep me alive. If any other 'disability' does that, then i'm all ears...

(Just got asked what would happen if the person was caught in another roofhoppers territory) Well, I have to contact the east block, they'll be quite pissed, they'll then tell Downtown, who will tell upstreet, then they will tell the weirdos who live near the cliffs, and they will all beat your ass to a hot mess of meat.