Amnesia
You jump off the bed and RUN!!! You have never ran this fast ever in your life. You hear yells coming from behind you. You skid round a corner and slide down the bannisters of a flight of stairs. You hop off at the end. A SWAT team burst through a door. One shoots at your leg. You jump forward to dodge it but land awkwardly on another flight of stairs and tumble down. You crack your head on a stair on your way down. Blood spews out. There is now a trail of it going down the stairs.
Yet when you reach the end, you get up and keep going. You just have to get out of there.
You burst through a pair of doors, hitting a guy in the face. You keep running until you reach a staircase with a sign saying "Floors 15-1." Your escape route. You charge down the stairs at 101 mph.
You're on the last flight of stairs. After this, it's the big open world.
Suddenly, you skid to a halt. Standing there with an AK in his hands, is Charlie, the leader of the organisation. He has an incredibaly evil grin on his face, and the look in his eyes of a murderer.
"So," he says, "here we are! Did you really think you could get away? I must congratulate you. You did incredibally well."
"Why?!" you yell at him, "why did you do this?! Is it some kind of sick hobbie!?!"
"Let me explain. My brother, was a 45 year old bank manager. He was amazing at his work. He had once been promoted twice in one week.
"But then one day, his bank was robbed. Three men, all armed. But he wasn't going to let them have his money. Oh no! He tried to stall them, talk them out of it. They were having none of it, and they blew his arms off. And from that day on, his life was a living hell.
First of all, he lost his job. You can't manage a bank without arms, can you? So he was sent out. He couldn't find another job. He lost his big mansion, all his expensive furniture, everything. He was sent out on the streets. By the time we found him, he was dead.
"Then I thought to myself, "wouldn't it be great, if you could get an officiant bionical arm, something that looked real, something that people would mistake for the real thing. You can't work massive equipment with those crappy things created by those so-called-scientists.
"So that is why, Spirrok." He spits out your name like it leaves a ba taste in his mouth. "That is why al the pain."
"You could have asked for people without arms or legs or whatever, instead of sawing them off."
"Yes, but that sucks all the life out of it doesn't it? And now, Spirrok, I'm going to blow the life out of you.
You stare in horror as his finger slowly tightens around the trigger. You close your eyes and wish for safety.
You hear a click. But no bullet.
"WHAT!?!" Charlie yells, "I asked Weasle Dixon to check there was ammo in this!"
Now's your chance! Take him out!
Yet when you reach the end, you get up and keep going. You just have to get out of there.
You burst through a pair of doors, hitting a guy in the face. You keep running until you reach a staircase with a sign saying "Floors 15-1." Your escape route. You charge down the stairs at 101 mph.
You're on the last flight of stairs. After this, it's the big open world.
Suddenly, you skid to a halt. Standing there with an AK in his hands, is Charlie, the leader of the organisation. He has an incredibaly evil grin on his face, and the look in his eyes of a murderer.
"So," he says, "here we are! Did you really think you could get away? I must congratulate you. You did incredibally well."
"Why?!" you yell at him, "why did you do this?! Is it some kind of sick hobbie!?!"
"Let me explain. My brother, was a 45 year old bank manager. He was amazing at his work. He had once been promoted twice in one week.
"But then one day, his bank was robbed. Three men, all armed. But he wasn't going to let them have his money. Oh no! He tried to stall them, talk them out of it. They were having none of it, and they blew his arms off. And from that day on, his life was a living hell.
First of all, he lost his job. You can't manage a bank without arms, can you? So he was sent out. He couldn't find another job. He lost his big mansion, all his expensive furniture, everything. He was sent out on the streets. By the time we found him, he was dead.
"Then I thought to myself, "wouldn't it be great, if you could get an officiant bionical arm, something that looked real, something that people would mistake for the real thing. You can't work massive equipment with those crappy things created by those so-called-scientists.
"So that is why, Spirrok." He spits out your name like it leaves a ba taste in his mouth. "That is why al the pain."
"You could have asked for people without arms or legs or whatever, instead of sawing them off."
"Yes, but that sucks all the life out of it doesn't it? And now, Spirrok, I'm going to blow the life out of you.
You stare in horror as his finger slowly tightens around the trigger. You close your eyes and wish for safety.
You hear a click. But no bullet.
"WHAT!?!" Charlie yells, "I asked Weasle Dixon to check there was ammo in this!"
Now's your chance! Take him out!