Intro.
Max Payne kicked open the door only to pile through with tons more ammunition leading from the tip of the double beretta's. About ten more men dropped after tossing his body around the room enough times to make every guard in there give up without considering a bullet in their face. A blood was all over the ground from each individual thug who had been guarding the man he wanted.
The man was in the next room, and Payne walked thuggisly towards the next door, closely resembling the men he killed everyday. He knew it too, he saw himself killing people continously and without any dramatic interruption. Not one of the bullets counted, there was no purpose anymore. He was just too good with the trigger. He'd grown up with, playing it bogard, living it while pushing the limits. He knew what it was like to have gun pointed at you--he just recently had forgotten however-------what it was like to lose.
Max Payne came through the door, and beyond it was a empty room that was ghetto and rugged. The walls were falling out and Payne saw the man hiding behind his briefcase, realizing he had no where to run. Then, out of no where--a bullet came---and Payne had just enough time to see it before he felt his own blood in his hands. He just remembered what it was like to lose.
The blood quickly became sweat as Payne rose up out of his bed and resented the dream. He relived in his mind a couple more times before settling down again to go to sleep. The feeling of losing in his dream did something completely different from what one would expect--it simply made him realize that he had lost his excitement in life and that he should find a way to get it back.
Be prepared for Chapter 2--in a day or two.
Max Payne kicked open the door only to pile through with tons more ammunition leading from the tip of the double beretta's. About ten more men dropped after tossing his body around the room enough times to make every guard in there give up without considering a bullet in their face. A blood was all over the ground from each individual thug who had been guarding the man he wanted.
The man was in the next room, and Payne walked thuggisly towards the next door, closely resembling the men he killed everyday. He knew it too, he saw himself killing people continously and without any dramatic interruption. Not one of the bullets counted, there was no purpose anymore. He was just too good with the trigger. He'd grown up with, playing it bogard, living it while pushing the limits. He knew what it was like to have gun pointed at you--he just recently had forgotten however-------what it was like to lose.
Max Payne came through the door, and beyond it was a empty room that was ghetto and rugged. The walls were falling out and Payne saw the man hiding behind his briefcase, realizing he had no where to run. Then, out of no where--a bullet came---and Payne had just enough time to see it before he felt his own blood in his hands. He just remembered what it was like to lose.
The blood quickly became sweat as Payne rose up out of his bed and resented the dream. He relived in his mind a couple more times before settling down again to go to sleep. The feeling of losing in his dream did something completely different from what one would expect--it simply made him realize that he had lost his excitement in life and that he should find a way to get it back.
Be prepared for Chapter 2--in a day or two.