First off.. I never played the first 2 max payne's.. I think they were before my time.. But I play THE 3RD as it's OWN game.. So I may not know EVERYTHING about our boy, Max.. But I know enough.. The game seemed too explain all that I needed too know.. His family is dead, and he's VERY sarcastic..
Anyway.. This story is Packie and Dash centred.. It's been a while sense I done those two..
It starts off in the flashback missions.. Except they aren't flashbacks, it's currently happening..
Somewhere in the rough side of New Jersey, ex cop, Max Payne is drinking at a bar.
Max is in his late forty's, he has a brown leather jacket, a brown tie, dark blue jeans, black hair, a thin beard, blue eyes, and old boots.
Max narrating: I've been sitting at the bar for about, 3 hours.. Or.. 5 years.. Depending how you look at things.. I try NOT too look at things.. I try not too think about when it was that my existence became less about the things that make up people's lives, and more the holes that losing such people leaves behind.. But I wasn't doing a very good job at it.
Three young goons come in, being loud obnoxious, and start crowding up on max.
Max: These pricks have been annoying me for days.. They were typical Jersey rich kids.. The ring leader, I think his name was TONY, his father was some well known hood.. Drug dealer.. Racketeer.. Pillar of the new Jersey community.
"Let me ask you something?.. Where the fuck are you donuts?" Tony mocked Max, making his friends laugh loudly.
Max: Tony had a well established sense of humour.. For New Jersey.
"Serious though.. I thought I told you too get out of here old man" Tony said.
"Yeah, old man!" One of the others ones added in. There names aren't given, so I'll call them Goon#1, and Goon#2.
"Nice echo.. These gorillas have personalities of their own, or do they just agree with whatever you say Tony?" Max replied with his deep toned voice.
"Very funny old man!" Goon#2 said sarcastically.
"It's hilarious" Goon#1 added in the same tone.
"Yeah, has been old cops should be on tv.. Tell some jokes about how you got your wife killed, or some shit" Tony mocked.
Max glared at him, Tony crossed the line. Max was still sore about this.
"Yeah, where is the little old lady?" Goon#2 mocked.
"Or.. How you got involved in killers" Tony added.
Max is quite, and just continues drinking his glass.
"I OWN this town, amigo" Tony bragged.
"Really?.. You practice that in front of a mirror in your underwear?.. Your FATHER owns this town.. Yeah, dear old dad, well known drug dealer and murderer.. Your nothing but a chump" Max replied coldly.
"Don't you disrespect my family, you ain't got the right!" Tony cried angrily.
"Don't you take that from this punk, Ton!" Goon#2 cried.
"I ain't taking nothing, that God hasn't already deprived from him" Tony said.
But suddenly the situation worsened when Tony pulled out a beretta pistol.
"BUT I MIGHT START!.. Any time" Tony cried, pointing it at Max.
"Calm down bro!" Goon#1 cried.
"Not till he fucking apologizes!" Tony cried angrily.
Max stared emotionlessly at Tony.
"Hey, hey, don't you stare at me, look away, look away!" Tony cried.
Unnoticed by anyone, cause of the heated situation, Packie and Dash entered the bar. Packie sneaks over too Tony.
"Put it away Tony!" The bartender cried.
"Shut up, old man, or I'll kill you two!" Tony threatened, the bartender stays quite.
"Say your sorry!" Tony ordered Max, who remains quite.
"What you want first?" Max asked sarcastically.
"Don't act cleaver, you fucking leather jacket wearing, dip shit, cop out! Don't act cleaver!" Tony cried.
"Yeah, asshole!" Goon#1 added in.
"Put the gun down son!" Packie suddenly cried, pointing a Glock 17 at the back of Tony's head.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Tony cried.
"Don't worry about it.. Now put it down" Packie said calmly.
Tony reluctantly put the pistol on the counter, wait next too Max.
"Thank you.. Now get the fuck outta here, before one of you gets shot!" Packie ordered.
"This isn't over mother fucker!" Tony said, starting too leave.
"Uh huh?" Packie said sarcastically.
"Yeah! Stay wait here, stay wait here! We're be back!" Goon#2 cried, the 3 now about too leave.
"Looking forward too it" Packie said sarcastically.
"You don't know who your fucking with!" Goon#1 cried, before they leave.
"Yeah, whatever" Packie said, putting away the pistol, seeing that their gone.
"So.. You must be Max Payne" Dash said.
"Hello" Max said.
"You interested in joining us?" Packie asked.
"I'm not a cop anymore" Max said.
"This isn't police work.. This is protecting people in a town were cops aren't too reliable.. We're a mob, Max.. We're the opposite of the police" Packie asked.
"Why me?" Max asked.
"Cause our man Lester told us ALL about you.. your a legend" Packie said.
"Sure I have a history.. But its a history of violence.. And a history of bad temper.. Why would you want a psychotic, ex cop, who couldn't even save his own wife and daughter!?" Max cried.
"Cause.. That all might be true.. But you killed nearly a million people.. And that number is growing.. We can use someone with your talent" Packie said.
"... No thanks Peckie" Max said. (mis spelled on purpose).
"Why don't you and your girlfriend drive on back into the sunset.. I'm not interested" Max said.
"She's not m-.. Never mind, not important.. At least let me buy you a drink?" Packie asked.
Max paused for a second.
"... Sure.. You can buy me a drink" Max replied.