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Null
He mumbles something it what can only be perceived as an obscure mongoloid dialect from an ancient civilization. This man could be the second coming of de la juan, destroyer of worlds. This (quite entertaining) thought is shattered when he chokes out 'am fine.' |
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Null's face didn't change from the programmed smile, despite these comical thoughts which challenged the robot's lack of faith in anything. Programmed smile and tone present, he proceeded to go into the back room, where the new cubes were stored, along with a TV, which was crappier than the one at his flat.
He sat down at the dusty and oddly stained loveseat, turning the television on and overrode the 'smile and cheer' command. His face was now blank, the only proper way of describing it would be ":l", the dots flickering, staring into space.
"Alles ist Scheiße." |
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Marcus audibly makes a transaction with the incredible bulk and wanders into the back room. "Is it the 10:28 doldrums again?" He asks, hanging his hat on a coat rack and sitting beside you. "Everything sucks." |
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"Really just 'all time' doldrums. I don't even know if I'm capable of feeling anything but stagnation, as if my circuits were getting dusty and bent, like that 45 minute avant-garde poetry album you once played and made all the customers leave when I started to pretend to glitch."
He turned towards the freshly arrived packages, opening one and laying the contents on the floor.
"Let's see if they manage to be as terrible as working here." |
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Assuming you recovered the I80 entertainment cube, the unit you grab is heavy and sturdy with a posh black gloss. A display model, but a damn beautiful floor model. |
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Null proceeded to plug everything to the telly, with help of Marcus. |
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The I80 boots up to a pleasing introductory screen, calling itself 'the revolution of home entertainment for the eyes, ears, hands, and sometimes mouths of the designated audience™
The I80 games were in a seperate crate in the loading bay, at the back of the store. |
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Null stood up, motioned with his hand for Marcus to give him a sec, and walked towards the back of the store, muttering something about having no 'feefas'. |
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An economy van, three thugs, theft.
>Threat detected<
In the docking bay, three masked goons are stealing from unsecured crates.
They've yet to notice you. |
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Null takes quiet steps back to where he came from as quick as he can. |
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You arrive back at the break room. |
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Null quickly motioned for Marcus to follow him quietly. "Thieves. Grab anything you can to whack these dummköpfe." |
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"I'll get the stick, give me a moment." Marcus says bluntly. "Should I call the watch?" |
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"Hm. Call them /after/ we've beaten their skulls in. Hopefully one will still be conscious enough to answer questions." |
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"Right." He says, scouring through a nearby cupboard for the stick. |
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After Marcus got the stick, he signaled for him to stand behind him, approaching the burglars, trying to remain unnoticed. |
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The stick was a sawed off grenade launcher with about 8 inches of barrel, it was traditionally loaded with a great big beanbag, but today it was loaded with a cs gas shell. Marcus stares at you with an intense fury in his eyes. |
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After getting reasonably close enough to fire but without alarming the thieves, Null signaled for Marcus to fire at will into the docking bay. Null was ready to run into the group of neer-do-wells as soon as Marcus fired. |
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With an awfully loud Ka-Chunk, a thick fog swiftly begins to fill the room. Marcus has strapped a large rubber apparatus to his face. |
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"Ich werde Ihnen verdammt töten!", was all that came from Null's speakers before running into the thick fog, directly to the thieves, ready to deliver some pain to those who ruined his videogame time-off. |
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Both of the thugs were both unconscious.
"Huh." Marcus says, breaking the launcher's action open. "Tranq gas." |
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"Awww.. I really wanted to kick their ribs apart while their retinas oozed and burnt. Well, bring me the gaffer tape, phone the watch and I'll hogtie these Arschlochen. Then we'll play something, I think we deserve a nice time-off." |
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About 30 minutes and an industrial fan later, the situation has cleared.
Your choice of games is as follows
PUZZLE
Hatquest Revolution
And the final launch title
JumpLad Reloaded |
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Null looked at the three games, before deciding on the 'Hatquest Revolution' one, tossing over a controller to Marcus, slouching on the sofa. |
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After a brief lookthrough of the instructions, you begin a 1v1 match on some deserted landscape of a map. You have a series of hat based characters to choose from.
Stetson: Cowboy Revolvers
Turban: Combat Rifle
Tank Helmet: Rocket Blaster
Flat Cap: Field Shotgun |
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