Which role would you elect in this post-apocolypse fantasy?

Hangman.

The gatekeeper seems like an okay fit. Or, I might wander off, and if I couldn’t find other life, return to be the gatekeeper. If the position was still open. If not I’d try for the cook. I think I could make it.

Walk back to my spaceship and charge pulse phaser cannons and quantum torpedoes for orbital bombardement.
If I were a lowly human, I would walk into the desert to die with my honour intact.

None of the above. I’d just pass right on by and let the chips fall where they may. I’m not afraid to die, and I’d prefer death to collecting heads in a basket.
Now if they needed a cook, gardener, happy brownie baker and stand up comedian to issue comedic relief for the towns folk, count me in. I just watched ” The book of Eli” recently…how depressing, no thanks.

Surely they must also need a gardener, or a cleaner or something?

I’d take the position of the cook. I’d poison everyone except a handful of the strongest warriors that I trusted, then they and I would take over the kingdom.

@rebbel Already filled.

Hangman’s assistant. I’d consider the labour my penance for being involved with murder.

But they do seem to be turning away/killing a lot of people. I wonder if it might be worth getting a band together and setting up another community. They must be running out of space for graves.

Oh God, it’s Ethics 490 all over again.

I’d kill all the men, enslave all the women, brainwash all the children, and pillage every usable supply. I would burn what was left of the city to the ground and travel elsewhere.

I made an A in Ethics

Hangman or hangman’s assistant. Hangman has the easiest job. But building gallows and equipment also sounds interesting.

I don’t get into these questions too much, but cooks assistant would probably be the worst job. I mean… there are 9 assistants and once the get the 10th they kill the other 9? Then there’s one? I find it likely they will slowly find 9 more..

I’d be the judge, and then just not sentence anyone to death. What the hell kind of place is this where they hang a hungry man for stealing? Why doesn’t he have food, anyways? I mean, either I’m gonna starve in the woods, or starve in this city…what is the big incentive to go live there? And even if a place did have enough food and the criminals did deserve to be punished, I wouldn’t want to live in some death town that has fun executing people constantly. What is this, 1796 France?

So I’d be the judge and punish those who deserve it, but I wouldn’t be so goddamn severe. And if anybody gets on my case for not killing anyone, I’d be like, listen up douchebag, respect mah authoritah! Then I’d kick em in the shins.

I would make a samurai gang donning samurai apparel doing samurai things.

Judge. Then I’d find them all guilty of being innocent of being Jack Sparrow. And then commute their sentences from death to life in prison.

Hangman. Being as they are all horrible choices.. I might as well go with the one that requires less of my time.

Once I did get in, I would become the 11th crook every day. If they only try the first 10 and only hang 5 of them I would have it made.

@digitalimpression But maybe it’s the most traumatizing one, too? I mean, the judge decides whether or not one dies, so that has to weigh on the conscience…the apprentice has the most work to do, and is traumatized too…but the hangman is, ultimately, the direct connection to the person and their deaths. Maybe that’s why he needs so many days off.

But then, all those jobs, unfortunately, people would probably get used to after a bit.

If I’m gonna die, I might as well die around food.
I choose cook.

Are they sure they won’t need guards with the new gate going up? I’d be fine with that

IMO, @WestRiverrat wins. That answer cracked me up

“Out of food”—the “average” human can go without food for three weeks. With my extra padding and very efficient metabolism, I figure I’ve got at least that long, if not some amount more. And since water was never mentioned, I’m going to assume there is a water supply somewhere.
“Virtually out of hope”—I don’t run on hope, I run on stubbornness, so I don’t think this would prevent me from going on. Might make it less pleasant.

The city: terrifies me. Its way of conduct terrifies me. The people, willingly participating to eke out a little bit more time, terrify me. I couldn’t participate. I couldn’t be that.

Anyway: if they’re really so short on food themselves they’re stealing and killing each other, they don’t seem to have a very sustainable design. Packing a bunch of people into a small area of fairly unfertile land, won’t work; it’s not working, too many fighting for too little.

I want to know what this countryside looks like, and where I can go. Surely there’s some kind of existence to be made off it. I’m an omnivore with an efficient gait, in a world where life populates every insane little crevice. My stubbornness does not believe I wouldn’t have a shot at surviving, or be better off dying wherever I wind up, than in that city.

And if this is happening sometime in the future, I would probably have had enough time—what I’ve been in the process of beginning—to acquire at least some of the skills I aim to learn, to be able to care for myself, without needing society as a crutch, should something ever happen (like it has in this scenario.) If it’s right now, I’ve always learned fairly quickly, and I’m not useless as I am.

I say all this, of course, assuming they let me walk away.

Definitely cook. Amongst the choices, this is the only one that would give me hope, knowing I’ll be feeding people. But please, no cooking human beings or making them into biscuits!

Judge, and then with five choices, judge.

I would be agreeing with the idea that if the gatekeeper lied to me about knowing the condemned were guilty, then I would not be bound by honor to the agreement myself. The system sounds likely to be very corrupt, but as judge, I would be in a position of some power to make good decisions, and also perhaps to find others interested in change, or to start some sort of revolution to make things better.

Alpha male who cherry picks the hottest surviving females for humping detail.