A spoof of the noir-like narration seen in the Max Payne games. Yes, it's supposed to sound stupid and over-the-top. Consider this sort of an experiment with the first scene of FF7. Well, the first scene that doesn't involve FMVs.
Midgar – the dark capital of the Planet. The place where every man's dream is to live there. But dreams have a nasty habit of turning ugly when you're not looking. Beneath the flashy coat of paint known as high society lies an underworld of deceit filled with demons waiting to feast on the flesh of fallen angels. But concealing too many demons would cause them to go berserk and look for fresh blood.
The hungry Hades that is the ShinRa Electric Company slowly eviscerates the Planet's energy and converts them for electricity of the city. It was like a modern vampire except it didn't sparkle in the day. We were the shirtless werewolves opposing them.
I was used to fighting monsters of all sizes, of all kinds. ShinRa was no different. It was just another encounter, an overhyped boss. After a few attacks, after waiting for my turn, it'd be all over. I'd hear the victory fanfare and all would be right in this twisted world. But good deeds have a habit of showing their dark side like Hollywood schizophrenia. No good deed goes unpunished after all.
The train from the underworld roared out of the darkness and into the city. I rode it like it was a frenzied animal that used whatever rage it had to throw me off. It didn't work. My limits were greater. The mist the train let out was a godsend. The smell of ashes and machinery hidden in the smoke woke me up.
Eventually, the train got tired and stopped. The station had a light as if the station were made out of gold, a bright sepia tone that burned the darkness out of my eyes. Compared to the slums, the station alone looked like the gates to Nirvana. Maybe that's where I'm going after all.
The tower of steel looked at me with a cold glare, making me feel like my spine was being rubbed by an ice cube. I didn't care. My bravado against its fear-inducing facade – a main event no one wanted to see.
I jumped off the train, landing on the concrete. The ground felt like a dead man's fingers – cold to the touch. The darkness was slowly overcoming the sky, the moon as the sole survivor. The streets of Sector 0 were empty as a ghost town. The perfect time to attack.
I didn't like how the show started but I was given the best seat in the house – front row, center.
"Stop!" two cookie cutter guards shouted, thinking they had a chance against me. They pointed their rifles at me, as if I'd actually follow a word they said. Logic would tell you that you never mess with someone using a big sword who knows how to fight. Logic had the night off.
Turn around, walk away – that would've been the smart thing to do. Guess they weren't that smart.
Everyone here fought slowly, waiting for their turn to attack. Politeness was a virus in the air and everyone was trying to cough it out. Statistics and time hanging in the air, at bottom of my eye. The endless repetition of the act of slashing. Time slowed down to show off my skills. The constant paranoid feeling of someone controlling my every step and my every choice of words. I felt like I was in a video game. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
My name? By default, Cloud. SOLDIER First Class.