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You suddenly find yourself in Chicago, in the year 1930.
A city full of gangsters, who lurk at every corner, a time
of bribery, corruption and hair gel. You must tread very
carefully here. One false move and you could have the whole
of the Mafia, and their mothers in law on your case. Suddenly
you spot someone leaning against a lamp-post on the corner
of the street. Thinking that it's George Formeby, you tap
him on the shoulder.........
"Hey, Peruzo!. What the f*** you doin
in my city? Let me warn you - cross me and I
stick a gun up your ass and blow your f***ing eyeballs out
- Capiche?
My boys are after you so watch your back
punk. We're around every corner, waiting to
blow you to pieces. Only your pretty boy leader may survive.
We want Jools on our
side, and once he sees the benefits of being a trained,
armed gangster, he'll be
gagging to put a gun to your heads. You have been warned
- Only the very best
survive in this City......"
Phew, that was scary.
You think about what that guy just said "Dumb-ass"
you think to yourself, and continue
on your way. Whilst walking you spot a rather odd looking
building. You walk up to the
door. You can hear voices inside, and as your curiosity
gets the better of you, you wait
outside the door and listen.
"I know, that you have connections
with those Alien sons of bitches, so I want you to
tell me where those time travelling fudder muckers are."
"I swear, I know nothing man, I don't
know nothing about no alien set-up, you can
torture me all you want"
"Torture you...that's a good idea,
I like that....."
Suddenly you hear screams of pain from inside.
It's obvious that these guys have
something to do with the George Formeby look-a-like that
you met before. It's obvious
that you have to do something because if they find out where
you are, you'll have the
whole city on your back. Not being the brightest bunch of
lads, you can think of only
one option.
You take the safety catches off the semi-automatic
machine guns, which the aliens
had kindly supplied you with, charge through the door, and
spray the room with gunfire,
doing your best to spare the poor hostage along the way.
After what seems like minutes
of gunfire, the room falls silent. Blood is pouring out
of the mobsters who lie motionless
on the floor. "This is a messy business", you
think to yourself.
Suddenly, the hostage breaks the silence.
"S**t, that's some pretty fine shootin'
smart ass. Hey if you ever wanna 'borrow' my
sister, just give me a call OK?"
The dangers not over yet, this guy had information
on you, and your life could ultimately
lie in his hands. you have to make sure he's not going to
open his mouth. You
question him :
"Hey, buddy, we need you cool, are
you cool?"
"I'm cool."
And with that, you leave. You find a clothes
shop, and, seen as it's the done thing in
these times, you hold it up, and nick a nice set of clothes
each. Now that you blend in
with the rest of the punks in the city, you feel safe, and
look forward to enjoying a bit
of 'sightseeing' until, once again, blackness is suddenly
upon you.
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