05-18-2012, 09:03 AM
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Gentlemen. 4 days left
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05-18-2012, 11:44 AM
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I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it...
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05-18-2012, 12:09 PM
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I hate writing and am terrible at coming up with stories, therefore I will not attempt, but my question is what made you decide to do this? I know nobody who would spend 180 dollars on three of the same game just to give them away. I can hardly believe it would be out of the kindness of your heart, but maybe it is.
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05-18-2012, 01:54 PM
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*shrugs* I like gifting people things they will enjoy. Of course my other motive is the idea to build an army of henchmen to take over the world...*cough*..Er..
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05-18-2012, 02:04 PM
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F*ck yeah
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And look at all the potential writers we have in the community! Godd*mn, I'm lovin it. Cool stories, you people, keep 'em coming! |
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05-18-2012, 02:28 PM
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Some really cool stories
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05-18-2012, 04:11 PM
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Max Payne was deeply depressive, drinking almost a whiskey bottle per day, hooked on pain pills to forget his past, he was having a death wish for quite sometime, everything he once had, and loved is now gone, how far can someone go like that? Picking fights in the streets, bars, acting as a lone law man, he picked any fight he could to any kind of robber or anyone harming others or breaking the law, to the point of getting pretty well know by the crime organizations, he faced a one man crusade against underground New Jersey's weapons dealers, but he wasn't looking for glory, he was just doing the best he could to keep his mind from coming apart, shooting and drinking are the two things that keeps him together, he did have a certain hope that he would end up being killed by criminals, which would have been a easy way out, but life just isn't always fair, he even survived that, he was a man trying to get himself killed and would always end up surviving, there was just nothing left to be worth living, he attempted suicide a couple times, but he just didn't thought that just killing himself was good, he wanted to be killed doing something to help someone, or even to find a little meaning into his death, among all the hate and emptiness of life, but then he found Raul, and suddenly a new hope to die, and to do what he does the best, shooting, was right ahead, he just couldn't refuse to fight, bleed, kill, and maybe die.
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05-18-2012, 05:39 PM
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AAAHA! I knew it. You are trying to gain members to your secret association of people who want to take over the world. I'm on to you.
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05-21-2012, 06:32 PM
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hopefully my youtube video of my story narration is enough. I would love to do a walkthrough of this game
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05-21-2012, 07:29 PM
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05-21-2012, 07:32 PM
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05-21-2012, 09:14 PM
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There are no happy endings. Wake up, you are still alive. Everyone you touched is six feet under. The sunlight is breaking through the windows and I feel the heat on my arm, but there is no warmth. There was a dull, musky smell in the room. The only sound was coming from the ceiling fan. It was spinning slowly and as I stared at it, it reminded me of my life. Running in circles in one place. The same cycle. As I got up, there was a sharp pain in my leg. It was a frequent companion of mine, brought on with age. My hand instinctively reached for the bedside drawer and grasped the cold shell of a plastic cylinder, but as it returned it brought disappointment; it was empty. Pieces of a broken bottle lay several feet away, along with a gun. It reminded me of what I once was, and the badge I once carried along side it.
“Freeze NYPD!” Another one of my failures. Has it really been that long? They dragged me out of Woden’s Manor, everyone else was dead. The tried charging me for Watterson’s murder, but there wasn’t enough evidence nor any witnesses. That doesn’t change anything. I killed her, and made her blind son an orphan. I knew I could never go back to the badge, as if my life in law enforcement wasn’t over already. I felt compelled to walk to the bathroom, silently called by an orange tinted plastic container behind the mirror that I was hoping would be there. As I entered I was greeted by my reflection. I felt a pang of rage boiling in my chest, but it was dampened soon enough by self pity. I had not left the apartment in days. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop seeing their faces everywhere. Whenever I did manage to fall asleep, I would see them all dead. Mona, my wife, my baby daughter. That old, familiar feeling. Vlad was dead, but I would still hear his voice. “Bang! Your dead Max Payne...” “Max, dearest of all my friends...” Where the nightmares ended, reality began. I had begun drinking frequently, and the worst part was I didn’t care to stop. It made me numb, and I could finally fall asleep. The silence of the room was unbearable and it felt a fitting punishment for my crimes. My moment of deep despair and self loathing was interrupted by ringing of my phone. I made no effort to find it. How far into apathy had I crossed?---BEEP “Max, if you get this, call me back. You are a hard man to get a hold of. It’s Passos, Raoul Passos. I hope you haven’t forgotten me. I have something very important I must discuss with you. We should talk. Get back to me. Remember Max, you owe me.” Raoul? I remembered him.. and I did owe him a favour. It had been too long. If he needed me, the least I could do is talk to him and I’m not going anywhere in this apartment. How much worse could it get? http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197977413811 Last edited by Arkainos: 05-21-2012 at 09:16 PM. |
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05-21-2012, 11:04 PM
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05-22-2012, 03:28 AM
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The Return of Max Payne:
Episode 1 Addicted to his Disease --------The city sits in burning heat like a blister on a dead man’s corpse. Filth festers in it like pus. A small dingy police station sits among it like a maggot, filled with criminal filth, but the criminals hardly stir, all of them lethargic from the ever climbing temperature. At his desk sits Sergeant O’ Brian, a fat Irishmen in his late 40s with a bright red comb over, trying to fill out paper work but removing more sweat from his eyes than paper from his work. --------“If I ever find the basturd hooligan that broke the air conditioning, I’ll shove the spraypaint he left here so far up his ♥♥♥♥ that he’ll be able to sign his graffiti by blowing his nose.” ------- “You’d have to catch him if ya found him O’ Brian, unless he’s in a wheelchair and you catch him at an escalator I don’t think he’s got much to worry about.” Pipes in Danny as he walks in from the back room to the Sergent’s office. --------“What exactly is it you’re trying to say Danny boy?” ------- “I’m saying they call it the long arm of the law, not the lard arm of the law.” ------- “Is that the kind of charm you use to win all your friends over Danny boy?” ------- “No I win friends over by getting them off of patrol duty when the weather’s so hot it would burn the pants off a squatting midget by telling their superior officer that I need help with a disorderly drunk who is so disorderly that he can’t stay conscious long enough to tell us his name.” ------- “Doesn’t sound like you’d need much help with something like that Danny boy.” ------- “Exactly, he’s like 2 of you and your wife put together, it took a swat team and 3 sprained backs to book him here and we’re not gonna do anything else until he sleeps it off, so I’ve got nothing but time on my grimy little hands and I thought I’d listen to one of uncle O’ Hara’s stories. Joe told me you told him a real humdinger about the fall of some hero cop named Jack Wayne or somethin?” ------- “Max Payne was his name, but it’s not really a story that I want to tell sober.” ------- “Well perhaps you’d be more willing to beat your feet on patrol instead O’ Brian?” Danny said with his slimy little voice. ------- “Fine, fine, I warn you though I’m just starting at the part I know, there’s business before where I begin that you won’t know so don’t bother asking about it, understand? Now….I’m trying to think back to when the whole great big bloody mess began. It all started after the night at the mansion, I was with the paramedics that showed up at the mess. It was a hurricane of death and at the center of it was that man, the last one standing in a house full of corpses. Since he was the only thing with a pulse in the whole house and had apparently been wounded in the head, the paramedics took him in to the ambulance, I’ll never forget the glassy eyed look he gave us all as they lead him away, it wasn’t a thousand yard stare, and it was a mile stare. ------- I was one of the few to see this, but when we came on the scene he was clutching the corpse of the wanted criminal Mona Sax in his arms. I wasn’t sure if it was her or him that cleared out that house, but judging by the way he was holding her, I know it was him at the center of that death spree. ------- “Whoa whoa, hold on there a minute, you’re not makin any sense, what’s going on here?” Asked Danny. ------- “There’s a mansion full of dead gangsters and the only man left alive is Max Payne clutching the corpse of a smokin hot fugitive, that’s what’s happening, can I continue the story now?” ------- “Yeah sure, don’t mind me O’ Brian” ------- “Anyways, Max was a man who had seen too much, he had lost his family a few years back, lost his partner, and he had seen a whole lot of death. Everyone knew that he should have been working some sort of desk job, and that he was too much of a mess to go back on the streets, and he would have been in a desk job if not for meddling of some politician looking to make a name for himself. At this point the police had been humiliated, a criminal had been broken out of jail from under their noses and they’d let criminals get into a hospital on their watch as well. People were scared and if there was something Max could do it was put the fear of God back into crooks of the city. ------- Yup, that slick politician dressed Max up as a hero cop, the man who would right every wrong in that city. And if there’s something you could ever give Max credit for it was killing. He put bullets in people like a sewing machine pokes holes, quick as lightning and without ever missing. Everything went pretty well until Max jarateed off some of the mobsters who were funneling money into that greasy little politician.” ------- “Oh? How did that happen?” asked Danny ------- “Well that politician was a judge who made his money by being sugar sweet to a gang that had him as their pet, they wanted him to run for Mayor while taking out all the competition, and Max Payne was attack dog who could get the job done on both fronts. What they didn’t expect was Max’s disease getting in the way of his work.” ------- “What disease was that?” ------- O’ Brian feels the heat of the city on him almost as hot as the stare burning a hole through his brain from the cocky ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ sitting before him. He loosens his collar visibly more uncomfortable than before and takes a deep breath before releasing a heavy sigh. ------- “In all those old poems and stories and in a trashy kind of movie you’ll always hear them talk about revenge like it were some kind of noble fire that burns in all of us, like it were the spirit of man that blazed in defiance of everything we hate in our lives. They say things like “it burns inside him”, or it “blazed”, or some rubbish like that, but that ain’t what revenge is like at all Danny boy. Revenge is like cancer, it’s like gangrene. It’s a disease that infects you and slowly eats away at everything, it’s a soul cancer, and it hurts, but it hurts in the best way, it hurts just good enough to keep you going from day to day instead of blowing the back of your head off. Soon enough you get addicted to that disease, you grow to need the hate, or take to the bottle or to pills, but what do you do when all the people you hate are dead? Start hating new people. ------- Max took to the criminals like a lion to the gazelle. Each fresh kill bringing relief that only vengeance can, like a pressure being released from center of your chest he told me. Some of the trash he was supposed to take down were supposed to be taken alive since they were part of the judge’s gangsters, Max let his rage get the better of himself and he took them back more dead than alive. ------- The gangsters struck back instantly through the media, destroying Max without firing a single bullet. All they had to do was flash a few pictures of one of the thugs from when he was 15 years old all over the news and have his momma talk about the terrible tragedy that he was killed by a pill popping rage filled cop. The greaseball judge cut all strings with Max like he was a burning marionette. Max was put on suspension pending further investigation, and was later sent to an asylum when he pulled a gun on two cops that he claimed were “planting evidence.” ------- “Is he still in there, what happened to him?” asked Danny. ------- “Well he went a little crazy, after the pills wore off and he had a chance to let his hate go for a bit, he realized that perhaps the media had a point and he killed some people who didn’t deserve killing and that tore him up quite a bit. No man is an island right? I wanted to write a book about the guy to get his story out there ya know?” ------- “Ha you writing a book O’ Brian? I didn’t know you could read.” Said Danny. ------- “I was reading when you were a twinkle in your daddy’s eyes boy. Anyways I went to talk to him while he was there, and he was a bit delirious but he told me something that I won’t ever forget, he said the reason he never missed, that he was such a damned good marksmen is that whenever he aimed his guns, time itself slowed down for him. And it had been slowing down more and more for him, seconds felt like hours and sometimes days he said. He said he could see other people’s lives flash before them, a rebirth in regret and then death, he thought that maybe as they died in those last moments that perhaps they shared the tranquility of infinity together as one before it ended. He said he could see trees grow in those spaces between shots, a lead seed plants a red stem in their chest that grows from the back, the crimson tree grows into branches and the branches sprout leaves, the leaves fall along the wall and the floor and the tree dies and falls to ash, all of it in the span of what felt like months that took place in the moments between gunshots. He said that he could even see the end of a universe as the twinkle of stars went dead in the eyes of every man he shot. Like I said he was delirious. “ ------- “Well did he get better?” asked Danny. ------- “What do they do when you get gangrene in a limb?” ------- “They cut it off” said Danny. ------- “And what do they do when you get gangrene in your soul? Max told me that time had started to slow down for him for no reason, he’d sit in his room and every second would feel like an hour and when he stared at the white walls the only thing he could see were the faces of every man he’d ever shot. It was hell for him, and it woulda stayed that way until some girl named Alexis Sax offered him a new job, a job that would involve a lot more killing, even if Max didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he knew It would, but that’s the only way he could go on, he’s addicted to his disease and it’s one that won’t go away so he just has to keep feeding it, and that’s the last I ever heard of Max Payne is him going off with Alexis Sax “ ------- “Damn O’ Brian, that’s definitely a story worth skipping patrol to hear. Let me know if you ever finish that book, I’ll be first in line for it. ------- “Maybe I will Danny, maybe I will, but I find I never can get enough time, and it kills me, but maybe one day. Maybe one day.” ------- “Well wherever he is O’ Brian I’m sure his time will come.” http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197967592636/ Last edited by Al_Ka_Pwn: 05-22-2012 at 03:36 AM. |
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05-22-2012, 11:47 AM
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Gentlemen. Thats it. The winners will be have friend requests coming their way
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