-1…Without Feeling Anything
Dr. Peace's last moments before his duel to the death with main character Travis Touchdown.
Disclaimer: No More Heroes and all corresponding characters are owned by Grasshopper Manufacture. So get off your ass Suda and get cracking on a sequel! You have the only good 3rd party game for the Wii here. But possibly less of the open world aspect if your not going to use much of it.
Whatever.
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The man known as Doctor Peace walked slowly onto the baseball field, it had been his request. The stadium was completely empty with only a microphone on the pitching mound. It may be his last moments, he didn't want any regrets.
He was the 9th highest ranked assassin in the United States, or so he'd been told by Sylvia Chrystal. A worker for something called the UUA, whatever that meant. All he knew was that he received a phone call from her about a day ago.
"Hello?"
"Good Doctor, a rankings fight between you and the 10th ranked assassin has been arranged, he has paid the entry fee. The money will be wired to your account."
"Rankings fight? what money?"
"A fraction of the participation fee, since there is a low chance of you dying it is in the organisation's best interests to help you make it easier for yourself. Pick any arena you want to fight in, it will not matter. Reservations have been made at the Casa Blanca restaurant for you and one guest."
"Really? No one ever gets reservations there."
"Those outside of the circle don't. You however have made it inside."
"Thank you kindly mam."
He'd done a lot of things. 30 years ago he was a police officer, he got caught up in a corruption scandal and ended up being forced to leave the force. His wife divorced him, took his own daughter away from him. He thought he had hit rock bottom. That he could sink any lower than he had done. He started working for the mafia in New York. His skill with handling a gun got him respect in underworld circles. He branched out on his own, racketeering, smuggling if there was anything illegal and organized done near where he lived, it was probably him masterminding it.
He forgot how he wound up in Santa Destroy in the first place. Something about laying low for a while when a deal went sour.
It didn't matter now, it was probably too late to change anything. His own daughter who cried when her mother took her away wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He didn't blame her. The last thing he wanted was for her to get caught up in all of this.
It was always his dream to perform in a stadium, he never thought it would be before a fight to the death though.
"Despair,
The End of the World Keep A Hold The End of the Dream When the
Wind Blows, a Virgin Child Comes Sing A Song. No More Lullabies.
I Hear The Rising Phoenix In My Dream.
And
The Virgin Child Made A Wish Upon a Star,
That Night Her Mother
Talks no More.
A Shining
Face Splashes in a Stream
And The Virgin Child Loses Her Heart and
Soul
That Night Her Mother's Eyes See no More.
Such a Pretty Melody
Never Heard Before.
The Virgin just as
the Night.
"Nice set of pipes you got there old man." Dr Peace smirked, his challenger for the 9th rank had arrived.
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Yes those are the lyrics used in the games sound track. Review if you feel so inclined.