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Name: Vinnie Callahan
Age: 27
Gender: M
Appearance: Wide shoulders and a powerful frame, large hands and feet, a structured and hardy, tough face making him look all-the-more unhandsome, dark brown eyes, pale red lips, a pale-white face riddled with soot and ash, and solid black hair.
Occupation: None. He gambles and will kill to get his money.
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You awaken in a damp, dark room. You're unable to recall any previous events that had you end up here. As the room is devoid of any light, you crack out your Glippo Lighter and flick it on. The fire dances around at the top of the lighter as you take a look around the now slightly less dark room. You're currently sitting in a puddle, and four stone walls are keeping you held in the room. There is no furniture in sight. The only thing of interest is an open wooden door. |
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I see the open wooden door and I slowly creep out of it, stepping on the balls of my heels to try and keep it silent. |
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You cautiously head through the wooden door, and your lighter goes out as you do. You recall that you forgot to refill it with fluid. You're now in an even darker room, with no light to help you see. A deafening silence tears at your eardrums until it's finally broken by a cruel and foreboding voice.
"Hello, Mister Callahan," the voice says. A yellow light flicks on and shines down at a man dressed very similarly to you, with a similar build. He's leaning against a small, round wooden table. It's only after noticing the table that you take note of the fact that this man is wearing what appears to be a lion mask.
"I wonder what you could've done to end up here..." the Lion says. |
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"I wonder, too," I reply with no enthusiasm whatsoever in my voice, slipping the lighter into a pocket. |
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"Perhaps it's time to remove you from the area then," the Lion says as you spot a dagger being withdrawn from his belt. The Lion stabs the blade into the table in front of him, then tilts his head as he looks at you.
A red light flicks on to the right (from your perspective) of the Lion. It reveals a man dressed in ripped up and torn clothes, wearing a Bear mask. He's sitting in a chair similar to the one the Lion is sitting in, with a table in front of him that's also similar to the one the Lion is sitting behind.
"You're not a nice person, are you?!" the Bear exclaims, "I have half a mind to kill you myself! You are no guest of mine!" |
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"Well, at least you're being sensible about this." |
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"How dare you!" the Bear shouts as he begins to get up.
"Please sit back down," a feminine voice says as a blue light turns on to the left of the Lion, revealing someone wearing a long white dress, the nice colour clouded by dirt and soot. She's wearing a Dove mask, and is sitting in the same kind of chair as the other two animals, with the same kind of table. The Bear seems to settle down upon seeing the Dove. He folds his arms and looks away from you.
"Don't mind Bear, he's just a bit grumpy," the Dove says in a comforting voice as she folds her legs.
The Lion claps to bring your attention back to him.
"Do you know where you are right now?" he asks. |
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"That's a rhetorical question, of course I don't." |
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"And here I thought you could be smart enough to figure it out already. Oh well, I, of all people, should know better," the Lion say, leaning back in his chair.
"No reason to keep you around here, then. I'm sure you'll find out where you are right now soon enough. Off you go," he says. You hear a lock click and a white light shines on a wooden door to your left.
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(That's what this reminds me of, Hotline Miami. Also, my power has been out.)
"Good to know it was that easy," I say, exiting through the door." |
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As you leave, you spot a hooded figure in the corner, watching you.
You awaken in your bed made out of metal piping and a dirty carpet. Your analog clock reads "9:00 AM." The casino opens at 11 if you feel like gambling at some point in your day. A gang of misfits begins their operations at 10 if you choose to forgo gambling in favour of doing things for some horrible people.
You take a look around your room and spot your clock and not much else. You recently moved into this apartment after some bad people burned down your other one. You currently don't have enough money on you to buy any furnishing. |
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I decide on checking out what the misfits are up to. |
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You spend an hour doing pointless things until 10:00 arrives. You head to the usual spot where the misfits spend their time. Upon arrival, you see the four misfits getting their heads beaten in by four hooded figures wielding baseball bats. The police do not exist in the Rugged District, all justice is in the hands of the people. This is either an act of vigilantism, or just senseless killing.
You recall another gang of people, a gang the misfits used to work with, are gathered somewhere nearby. There are only about three people in that gang. If you shout out for help, they'll come running, but you'll be involved in this as well. Alternatively, just walk away. You'll find something else to do, surely. |
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Well, their bad luck.
I walk away and wait until the hooded figures leave their bodies, if they do at all. Maybe I'll make a penny or two from what they had on them? |
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After several minutes, the hooded figures walk off, dragging bloodied baseball bats behind them. |
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I head over to the bodies and gather what I can in the span of a few minutes. |
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You quickly check the bodies, and find one of them is still alive. She looks up at you, seeming to recognise you. You recognise her as Lucy. Her once beautiful face is broken and battered, and her brunette hair is stained by blood and bits of skin. Her arms and legs are some horrid, mangled mess of jutting out and dislocated bones. Her eyes carry some emotion of regret for signing on with the wrong people. She looks at you with disgust as you loot her friends, and then her.
"Go to Hell, Vinnie."
She expires soon after.
Loot found on bodies (pick what you want):
-Lead pipe
-Shank made out of a shard of glass, a sturdy stick, and GLI-brand Duct Tape
-A zip gun made out of a brass knuckle and some other stuff. Loads one shot, and there isn't a bullet loaded
-A strongly-worded letter signed by someone who's name is obscured by blood
-A monkey wrench
-A wallet containing ten credits and Lucy's ID(one credit = 1USD)
-A broken bottle
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I give her the bird and grabbed everything but the broken bottle and shank.
"I'll be sure to meet you there, Lucy." |
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You manage to deposit all the items into the jacket you tend to wear. These were the people that tended to give you things to do. Perhaps you could go ask the nearby gang you could've called for help for something to do. Or, you could wait awhile and head to the bar to see if there are any interesting patrons with relatively deep pockets. |
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I decide that it's best to stay away from the gang for now and wait till the bar opens. |
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You wait around aimlessly for several hours until the time of day where people actually start visiting the bar. At this point, you head to the bar. It looks rather poor, with a wooden sign at the front with the words "The Crippled Legs" written on it in GLI-Brand Black Marker. |
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I enter and search around for some fellows looking for someone to get them some work done. |
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You step in and the sound of drunkards mumbling, men cursing, women being abused, and children picking pockets fills your eardrums. You're never sure which group to go into to find work, though you're fairly sure the bartender can point you in the right direction. The gruff-looking tender of the bar is behind the counter, pouring drinks. |
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I make sure to keep a good eye on my pockets as I approach the bartender, trying to recall his name before I speak to him. People love hearing their name, after all. |
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You don't know his name. You've seen him around several times, but never bothered to ask his name. |
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