Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
I know a lot of gamers out there don't have much patience.
At least, that's what this *** dude at the video store said.
So, I am at the register, and I realize...I got no money.
I was seriously broke.
Why? Cause I met this smoking hot chic last night at the Death Match Bar.
Man...she smelled good!
So being the gentleman I am, I bought her a drink.
Anywhoo, I decided to get a job. The gig? Assassinate the Drifter.
So I went where I was supposed to and waited for the guy to show up.
And there he was...this cat. Well dressed, cool, couldn't tell if he was the ***, or just plain old ***.
Yeah, so he's stylin'...fast, aggressive and packing heat. Ba-da-bing! Or at least it was supposed to be...
Until she showed up. Her name....Sylvia Christel. An agent with this whatchamacalit association.
[Sylvia] Congratulations. You are certified as the 11th best hitman.
[Sylvia] How about getting rid of the ten killers above you and aim for the top?
I wanna be number one. How's that?
Short and simple enough for ya?
It's gonna be a long hard road.
But who knows? Could kick ***. Could be dangerous.
Could totally suck.
What do you say, bro? Join me. Let's see how far we can take this.
And for you there holding the controller right now? Just press the start button. Let the bloodshed begin.