Richard

CONTENT WARNING - BLOOD, VIOLENCE

"Hi, it's Stacy! I think I have got your delivery by mistake. I'm home in a few hours, can you drop by then? It's on the corner of 5th and Wesson. And, uh, don't make much noise - the neighbours will be asleep. Thanks! Bye!"


bang bang bang CRACK

+1000 POINTS!

one down, blood on the tile. good. take his bat. need it for later. can smell the weed, thick in the air, coming from elsewhere in the house.

come out of the room, onto the shag carpet. nobody had been watching the door. so stupid. rank amateurs. fucking idiots. long hallway, door at the end, maybe another room off to the side. everything is bright neon pink and green and yellow and he isn't sure if it's the decor or richard.

yes, another room. he can hear the television turned way too loud. voices in russian.

open the door, swing.

+800 POINTS!

one down, skull open. two more. one is on a sofa with a shotgun next to him. the other's getting up. can't move fast enough. run forward, swing again

+800 POINTS!

jaw gone, the other one's going for the shotgun, throw the bat, hear the thunk, run, boot up, stamp stamp stamp STAMP STAMP STAMP

+1000 POINTS!

god, brains all over his shoes. girl might ask about that. she knew. but the stain stayed for ages and he had to go pick up some milk and eggs later, she was making brownies. take the shotgun. richard wanted to go loud.

back into the hallway. weed, music. it hurts his head.

he doesn't know what's behind the door.

time to wing it.

bust open, three guys. shit. backpedal. he can hear them shouting. back into the living room, smells of blood now. wait for the footsteps.

boom click +400 POINTS! boom click +400 POINTS! boom click

why do they always do that? fucking lemmings

one's screaming. only took his arm off. white suit looks like ripped paper. shit. whoever has to clean that up is gonna be pissed. grab a crowbar one of them dropped.

thunk thunk THUNK

+1000 POINTS!

was that all of them? richard was -

he should probably talk to somebody about richard.

he should definitely not talk to somebody about richard. or tony. or don juan.

and especially not rasmus.

well, job done. he's had worse. dogs. body armor. drones. the fucking drones. the megacorps had made his life easier, in that he had more scumbags to kill, and harder, in that he now had to avoid fucking drones with machine guns taped to their underside. always the worst. cut his hand real bad one time. take a guard dog any -

dog dog DOG TEETH THROAT NO

YOU DIED! PRESS R TO RESTART

r

okay fuck that was horrible. every time. he forgot about the dogs.

he never remembered when he could start doing things over but it only worked for these jobs, it never worked when he wanted it to. wished he could have used it last night with his girl but hey they made the best of it.

anyway here we go again. into the bathroom, grab the dude, head to sink until the white goes red

+1000 POINTS!

into the living room

+800 POINTS! +800 POINTS! +1000 POINTS! 3-COMBO!

get the gun, rattle the door again, stand back,

+400 POINTS! +400 POINTS! +400 POINTS! +400 POINTS! 4-COMBO!

better. got the dog. always felt kind of bad. never the dog's fault. but -

GO TO CAR

okay richard one second

GO TO CAR

jesus fuck okay come on

GO TO CAR

fine you bitch jesus

didn't even get to look at the other room. might have been a kitchen. might have had some butter and milk and shit. would have saved spending money on groceries.

eh, probably a bad idea. cops would notice.

back to the car

back to whatever the fuck this place's name was

wasn't as good as miami