Ok, well, I didn't even know the game had started on day 1, you can check. If I had been the killer I'd have known because I'd have had to PM through the night. But the momentum is against me, I could see that earlier.
Mafia IV DAY 2
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Et tu brute eh? Looks like there will never be a race weekend after all, another betrayal by Bernie and his goons.
The eery last sentence from Julius stilled echoed in the hearts and minds of the Not606 F1 Team. Things were getting desperate, Paco Montoya was still watching re-runs of Juan Pablo Tributes on Youtube.
Hugo Hakkinen and Mick Schumacher had gone back home, fed up that there was no actual race weekend taking place. DH Canary was taking swigs of Johnny Walker's black label to calm himself down.
A dire time.
He had drank himself into rage, and rallied his team to gain extra morale. One member was missing. Max was nowhere to be seen.
They grouped up and walked back through the garage into the desolate motor-home park, and into the lorry. **** was kicking off. DH cocked his Glock 17 and looked underneath the door, a shadow moved slowly across the room.
The team Sparta kicked the door in, a cooling fan had been placed near the window to create the effect. They looked up, Max was perched in the top corner of the ceiling. His eyes glazed over, his pupils dilated like a ****ing animal.
Jonny pulled out his colt and fired 5 rounds into the guy. It all went silent, he dropped, it felt like a lifetime before he hit the ground.
Out fell a track pass, and a remote control detonator. RoadRunner picked up the pass, it read JONATHAN LEGARD.
Max was a killer. Atleast tonight the team can sleep tight knowing that they have taken down a killer. Will it be enough.
The Sun Sets over Hammerfest.
Please lock this thread, people that need to PM me DO SO!. And so on, see you in the morning.
The eery last sentence from Julius stilled echoed in the hearts and minds of the Not606 F1 Team. Things were getting desperate, Paco Montoya was still watching re-runs of Juan Pablo Tributes on Youtube.
Hugo Hakkinen and Mick Schumacher had gone back home, fed up that there was no actual race weekend taking place. DH Canary was taking swigs of Johnny Walker's black label to calm himself down.
A dire time.
He had drank himself into rage, and rallied his team to gain extra morale. One member was missing. Max was nowhere to be seen.
They grouped up and walked back through the garage into the desolate motor-home park, and into the lorry. **** was kicking off. DH cocked his Glock 17 and looked underneath the door, a shadow moved slowly across the room.
The team Sparta kicked the door in, a cooling fan had been placed near the window to create the effect. They looked up, Max was perched in the top corner of the ceiling. His eyes glazed over, his pupils dilated like a ****ing animal.
Jonny pulled out his colt and fired 5 rounds into the guy. It all went silent, he dropped, it felt like a lifetime before he hit the ground.
Out fell a track pass, and a remote control detonator. RoadRunner picked up the pass, it read JONATHAN LEGARD.
Max was a killer. Atleast tonight the team can sleep tight knowing that they have taken down a killer. Will it be enough.
The Sun Sets over Hammerfest.
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Please lock this thread, people that need to PM me DO SO!. And so on, see you in the morning.
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