Your name is JACK NOIR

You charge at the QUEEN BEE with a growl, and punch her in the GUT with a well placed METAL FIST.

The two of you smash through the ADJACENT DOOR into a BATHROOM.

Slap her in the face with a SUPREME WANG

You dump an order of SUPREME WANGS right on her face.

She howls in pain and throws you off into a SINK, which you promptly SMASH. As you get to your feet, you're greeted with a TOILET BOWL COVER TO THE FACE, which sends you into a MIRROR.

Wiping WING SAUCE from her EYE, the OWNER begins to limp out the door.

Throw TOILET BOWL COVER like a PISS COVERED BOOMERANG to prevent her escape

She might hit hard, but not HARD ENOUGH.

You take the CRACKED TOILET BOWL COVER and CHUCK IT, where it becomes a SMASHED TOILET BOWL COVER against her head.

She crumples to the floor on ALL FOURS.

Fuck her ass

I put Quest in the subject field then kill myself to end this awful shit.

Stomp her to the ground.

The link to the last thread is broken, anyone have the correct one? Looking to catch up

Theoretically the same action.

Your UNBRIDLED RAGE trumping your APPRECIATION FOR FINE REARS, you head over to the OWNER and stomp her flat on the ground.

You hear a NOISE from the other side of the room. Across the CATWALK is the CAB DRIVER, gesturing frantically through the smoke. He seems to suggests that it's time to LEAVE.

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That's a nice ELECTRIC EYE she's got there. Use your STANDARD KNIFE to take a quick trophy before you go.

Follow CD and blow this joint. If you still have any WANGS give one to CD as thanks for helping you escape.

Get some booze on the way out.

You motion back to CD that it's time to ROLL. The OWNER being relatively DESTABLIZED, you grind your foot into her back and begin towards the catwalk.

Suddenly, an OLD HABIT awakens at full force; a love for TROPHIES. Equipping your STANDARD-ISSUE KNIFE, you walk back to the BODY and make to pull up her head.

Instead, she pulls yours DOWN. Hard.

As your face tastes CONCRETE and you lay MOMENTARILY STUNNED, she limps back to her RAILGUN, before stepping over you towards your NEW COHORT.

Nevermind, I figured out I was in that thread.

Flip CD the bird and carry on.

UPPERCUT HER in the HAM SANDWHICH.

Tackle her off the catwalk.

SCOUNDRELTECH Lv 54: TRUSTY KNIVES! Take her out!

BITE her LEG

Kiss the girl

You take the moment to SOCK HER IN THE NETHERS. A SHOCK runs through her body as she steps forward in pain, mouth agape.

You take this moment to TACKLE HER, sending the both of you onto the CATWALK. The fire has GROWN TREMENDOUSLY, roaring underneath you and singeing your back.

Dodging a RIGHT HOOK you CHOMP her leg. She screams and reacts with a SWIFT KICK, sending you ACROSS THE CATWALK.

As you get up she scampers takes aim with her RAILGUN, but suddenly seizes FORWARD. A shot goes off, into the ceiling, activating a LIGHTSHOW through the flames. Music begins to blare.

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As she turns, you see the CAB DRIVER has deposited a KNIFE into her back. She pulls it out and points it at the two of you. She tells you you won't be leaving her club ALIVE.

You pull out your KNIFE. The CAB DRIVER has procured a CHAIR LEG from the BACKROOM.

It looks like it's time for a STRIFE!

[Command Prompts have been activated for: CAB DRIVER]

[You can now issue combat commands to the CAB DRIVER!]

Cab Driver: Pee on the floor defiantly while the owner watches

[CAB DRIVER] Air guitar to the awesome beats.

[JACK NOIR] DISCOTECH LV:24 SHIMMY SHANK

The CAB DRIVER promptly turns around and TAKES A LEAK OF DEFIANCE.

You and the OWNER look on in disappointment.

Taking advantage of the DISTRACTION, you LEAP FORWARD and SLASH at the owner, digging your knife into her jaw and SLICING.

Yelling in pain she aims to STAB IN RETORT, but you deftly PARRY her. You engage in a DUEL OF KNIVES.

The CAB DRIVER begins to rock a sick air guitar.

CD?: Distract her with a silly dance.
Jack: Do what you do best.

JACK: Initiate STABLUNGE MANEUVERS

Cab Driver: Gesture for tall dark loathsome boss to throw something for you!

Jack: Chuck CD Pistol while lunging to side.

[CAB DRIVER] DISCOTECH LV:15 BREAKDANCE FIGHTING

[JACK NOIR] Learn this bitch a thing or two about knives.

...

The CAB DRIVER rushes forward and, in a display of his STREET KNOWLEDGE, engages in a BREAKDANCE.

The OWNER ogles this for a moment, then STUMBLES BACKWARDS once hit with a CHAIR LEG.

You lunge FORWARD and do what you do BEST.

Your KNIFE rips through her LOWER RIGHT SIDE. The OWNER seizes forward, giving you the chance to CHUCK your pistol over her head.

The CAB DRIVER heads backwards to catch it, but. as she stumbles forward, the OWNER makes to ready a THROWING KNIFE.

use KNIFE to sever GENITALS in order to control these DISTRACTIONS

[JACK NOIR] High five the QB for having excellent taste in hidden weapons.

[CAB DRIVER] Catch the pistol you dimwit.

Grab the bloody apron and use it to whip-swipe at her knife hand! PERNICIOUS UPROAR Lv 21: Matador's Expulsion

You aim to commend the OWNER on her EXCELLENT TASTE in weaponry, but remembering the TOILET COVER you instead reach for your APRON.

PERNICIOUS UPROAR LEVEL 21: MATADOR'S EXPULSION

The KNIFE is whipped out of her hand and BLOOD sprays onto hair. She turns to you, eyes burning with rage.

You are now the CAB DRIVER.

You catch the PISTOL and take your BEST SHOT.

The BULLET flies through her MIDDLE and embeds itself into JACK's METAL STUB.
The QUEEN BEE is still for a moment, then crumples to her knees.

DRIVE through the BUILDING and make HER JAM.

Ask QUEEN BEE where she keeps her royal jelly

Time to finish the job.

Jack: KILL a QUEEN

Rush to the cab, swinging one high five at the Driver. You're gonna own this town.

You ask the BEE where she keeps her ROYAL JELLY.

She spits blood in your face. She tells you to go fuck yourself, JACK NOIR.

You DRIVE your KNIFE through her chest, and twist.

She sinks to the floor. You always did like KILLING QUEENS.

Tiredly, you give the excited CAB DRIVER a high five and ask him where the CAB'S at.

He says its on the WRONG SIDE OF TOWN! Just great, you say. He says he suggest the rooftop, pointing to some STAIRS.

You are now on the ROOFTOP of a BURNING CLUB.

Look for some dames to victory bone.

Take in surroundings, watch out for cops and firefighters.

>Forgot CAPITALIZATION.

You take a look over the SIDE for BUXOM DAMES.

There is a LARGE THRONG OF SPECTATORS watching from a SAFE DISTANCE, with a few WEIRDOS attempting to extinguish the flames. You assume they are NEIGHBORING SHOPKEEPS.

Good luck with that one.

You look to the sides of the CORRIDOR. No cops, at least not yet.

Ask CD where the WRONG SIDE OF TOWN might be

Ask the CAB DRIVER where to go next. It's a good idea to get out of here before THE FUZZ shows up. You call the police THE FUZZ when you are extra angry at them.

Turn to the Cabbie and say "what now". Also check if he has any friends we'll meet up with.

Before the FUZZ can make any sort of IMPROMPTU BUST, you ask CD where the hell the WRONG SIDE OF TOWN is and how you can get there AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.

The CAB DRIVER says oh, the CAB? It's in the JUNKYARD. You ask him why. He says he sold it so he could afford this LUXURY HAT! Besides, he says, we're NOT TAKING A CAB.

He points excitedly at a TRASH PILE a few stories below, in an adjacent alley.

Ready to jump?

Jump and fall in a hardboiled manner.

Jump in a criminal manner.

Do a majestic fucking CRIME DIVE into the TRASH PILE.

As you and the CAB DRIVER take a dive into a mound of garbage, you feel as though this is just the beginning of an ENTERPRISING PARTNERSHIP.

You DESCEND.

In a HARDBOILED CRIMINAL MANNER.

[END OF EPISODE 3]
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[PROMPT: LOAD CUTSCENE: Y/N]

Y

Holding a dying prospitian in her hands, Jane Crocker descended onto a nearby rooftop. Her hands were stained with blood and vomit. He was twitching, and she tried her best to soothe him, telling him he was going to be okay, she had him now. Bathed in the glow of neon lights, she placed him gently upon the ground. Attempting her best smile, she placed her hands upon his chest and closed her eyes in concentration.

Blue energy crept from her hands, wrapping around the body. The prospitian's eyes began to widen as he watched his own blood dissipate, seemingly evaporating into nothing. Warmth returned to his body.

Jane placed her hand on his shoulder with a sigh. "You should be okay now," she told him, giving it a squeeze, "I'm so sorry this happened to you." He thanked her profusely. She asked him if he knew where to go for safety, and he replied that he did, so she watched him go as he climbed down a nearby fire escape.

Feeling very tired, Jane wiped her hands on her suit jacket, which was already stained with blood from the night's events. She wished she could help him with the vomit but her powers only extended so far. She walked to the edge of the roof and sat down to watch the crowds. Not out of leisure; she was scanning for casualties.

Seeing nothing from her heads up display, she pushed through a connection. Her glasses glowed a bright cyan.

"He's a total monster".

There was a pause on the other end. A voice replied, sounding equally tired.

"Yeah. I know."

Jane placed two fingers on her forehead, rubbing in a circularmotion. She exhaled in frustration.

"He's been stabbing people since the moment he left. Almost everyone he talked to."

She looked down at the civilians, who might as well have had targets painted on their backs. How much more of this was necessary? What if she missed somebody?

"You need to call this off."

She heard nothing in response.

"It's hopeless!"

(cont.)

Nothing. Growing frustrated, she paced back to the center of the rooftop. The odor of blood and vomit lingered on her person.

"Damn it Dirk, did you hear me? CALL IT-"

"You're right."

She stopped. The words were almost alien to hear, especially from him.

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Across the row, a number of dark figures stood in front of a hardware store.
A hooded boy stood over a trash can, reading a crumpled note he had just unraveled. His sunglasses gleamed.

"The games are going to stop."

[GAME SAVED]

[CONTINUE PLAYING?]

Y
I take it that if we die we will restart from the last save? Or will it be like PS where you just go back to the choice that lead to your death?

Raise our MIDDLE FINGER to the AIR and keep PLAYING.

(we Deadpooling this)

Y

Y

Your name is JACK NOIR.

You are currently splitting a pair of SUPREME WANGS with your new acquaintance, the CAB DRIVER, in an ESPECIALLY ILLEGAL CAFE on the far end of the CORRIDOR.

You have dumped your old BLOODY UNIFORM in the RESTROOM to dispose of EVIDENCE, and are currently thumbing through your ADVANCED PHONE while the DRIVER scarfs down WINGS AND COFFEE.

What will you do?

I'm leaning towards the Problem Sleuth option personally, lets see what happens

Try to remember where you were before waking up in jail. It might give you an idea of what to do next.
If that fails, ask the CAB DRIVER what youre next destination is.

We need to get things in order. Ask CD where we can get some reliable muscle and some decent clothes.

Look up your LOCATION, as well as TODAY'S DATE and TIME.

You try to remember your days before your IMPRISONMENT.

The memory is foggy. There were some days of just WANDERING, you and one MS. PAINT, across STRANGE LANDSCAPES, and you remember some kind of SAFEHOUSE where you spent your days. Beyond that, things get fuzzy, though the concept of BETRAYAL is crystal clear.

You look at your ADVANCED PHONE.

You are currently located on LEVEL 3; it seems as though the GPS does not keep track of the CORRIDOR, considering its ILLICIT PURPOSES.

The time is 4:20. It has been 4:20 for twenty minutes now, and you doubt it will change any time soon.

You ask CD where you can get some MUSCLE, and a some DECENT CLOTHES.

After drinking a WHOLE POT, the DRIVER scratches his head. His CONTACT said that the TWO OF YOU should be plenty for the next step of the OPERATION. And what are you talking about, you look great!

Tell him no, we want more muscle. no kill like over kill as we always say.

Demand to know the location of a tailor. threaten him if we have to.

Inquire to the nature of the OPERATION. Brush off COMPLIMENT in a non-bashful manner.

Ask about the MYSTERIOUS INDIVIDUAL who hired him, and what the nature of the OPERATION is, if he even knows anything about it. (You know the INDIVIDUAL is MYSTERIOUS because of all the CRYPTIC BULLSHIT they keep leading you along with)

You ask about the OPERATION, pretending not to hear or be satisfied the compliment.

He says that he's here to help you GET OUT OF TOWN. His CONTACT says that there is a SHIP stored away in the lowest level of the DISTRICT with WARP CAPABILITIES; its the only one in the WHOLE CITY due to the QUARANTINE!

You demand ADDITIONAL MUSCLE and a DAMN GOOD TAILOR, banging your hand on the table.

He says okay, he knows of a GREAT TAILOR that he'll introduce you to, but he's currently OFF-WORLD.

As for the MUSCLE, his CONTACT said that this was to be as HUSH-HUSH as possible, so he is WARY to get the NEIGHBORHOOD involved.

You say thanks a lot, that's very helpful. Not.

You ask about this MYSTERIOUS CONTACT. He says that he hasn't met him yet! He is very interested in BREAKING YOU OUT though, and seems to know this city like the BACK OF HIS HAND. They have been communicating through HANDWRITTEN LETTERS, which he thinks is KIND OF NEAT.

Ask what the hell he means by "OFF-WORLD". For that matter, what planet are we on anyway?

Ask him if this contact is a Director at the Dock, or if he's the kind of guy who fits in with all ...THIS, while gesturing at some passerby's tasteless garb.

Chomping on a WANG, you inquire as to what the hell "OFF-WORLD" means.

You know, he says, off the planet. What planet, you ask. This planet, he says, or, uh, station. THE DISTRICT is kind of a SPACE STATION, but its also classified as a WORLD under the UNIVERSAL CODEX, he says. It might have something to do with its ARTIFICIAL ATMOSPHERE. He babbles on while you crunch on the bone.

UNIVERSE BUILDING sure is confusing.

You ask further about the CONTACT. You gesture to some random DUDE. Is he one of us? Some kind of higher up?

The DRIVER says that he's REAL POLITE and knows a BUNCH OF CLASSIFIED INFORMATION, and that's about all he knows.

You sip on some coffee. This is such an awful combination.

Ask more about the QUARANTINE. Is there some reason why this DISTRICT is no-way-in-no-way-out, and are there others that are in a similar situation?

Okay, the CONTACT got you out of prison. What's the next step in his MASTER PLAN?

THE GAMES WILL NEVER STOP

You tap your DIGITS on the table. What's this about a QUARANTINE, you ask.

He blinks. It's because of YOU! You didn't know?

You lower your coffee. No, you didn't know.

He says the PRINCE prepared for your RELEASE for the last FEW MONTHS, making sure that all SHIPS were taken OFF WORLD. He also relocated a bunch of DIFFERENT PEOPLE out of their homes, a decision THE DRIVER thought was kind of STRANGE. He's been running the DISTRICT kind of FUNNY lately.

Nobody was supposed to tell you ANY OF THIS either. He holds up a chicken bone and shrugs.

You ask him what's the NEXT STEP in his BIG MASTER PLAN.

He says that the two of you should head to LEVEL FOUR when you're ready and go find that SHIP!

HOO HOO

Ask about the identity of the PRINCE.

Stretch impressively, crack knuckles, and ASCEND to LEVEL FOUR.
Or DESCEND, depending on who designed this place.

You ask about this so-called PRINCE. How is someone the PRINCE of a CITY anyway? What kind of management is that?

The DRIVER says he's some kind of ROYAL that's been running things around here for as LONG AS HE CAN REMEMBER. Everyone knows he's got the COPS in his pocket.
He says he think he met him, a long time back, it could've been his GRANDPA OR SOMETHING. Human lifespans, huh?

Taking that into consideration, you decide its time to HEAD OUT. Taking the COFFEE CUP with you, you and the DRIVER make your way to the OPPOSITE END of the CORRIDOR while making sure to keep your head down. You don't know if that QUEEN had any friends, but you wouldn't chance it.

After making your way through a HIDDEN PASSAGE and past an EMPTY LOUNGE, you find a SERVICE ELEVATOR.

You DESCEND to LEVEL FOUR.

You are greeted with a GIGANTIC PROCESSING FACILITY. CATWALKS extend in front of you, and SMALL FIGURES bustle about.

Resist the urge to fling something sharp off of the CATWALKS.

You FAIL TO RESIST THE URGE.

You fling your last SCRAP PIECE towards a worker on the GROUND FLOOR. It sticks into his head and he SPILLS STUFF EVERYWHERE.

Comedy gold.

Figure out what the SMALL FIGURES seem to be PROCESSING, and WHY.

Inform CD that you don't see a SHIP anywhere.

Think. If you were a SHIP, where would you be?

A SMALL FIGURE approaches. He asks if that was YOU who just killed LARRY. Don't worry, he was a real dick and nobody liked him.

It appears to be an IMP. He speaks in a familiar tongue.

You tell CD that you don't see any goddamn SHIPS.

He says that maybe we're on the WRONG SIDE? The IMP says yeah, you guys are on the WRONG SIDE. 'Sides, you aren't gonna find any ships, what with the whole QUARANTINE AND...

He asks if you are JACK NOIR.

whoa, so jack was in that prison for a matter of decades? and he just recently decided to dig through the foam?

Say yes but keep your hand on your knife in case he pulls any funny business.

Tell the IMP politely to mind his own business

No. Any resemblance to any JACKS, living or dead, is COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL.

You tell the IMP to mind his own damn business, and that any resemblance to any sort of JACK is a complete COINCIDENCE.

The CAB DRIVER says yes, yes it is! You PAP him on the noggin.

The IMP says holy crap, wait a second guys. He yells for JERRY to GET OVER HERE. ANOTHER IMP comes around. This here is JACK NOIR, he tells him. Really, he asks. Really, he replies.

They ogle at you in awe.

Be introduced to each FACTORY WORKER IMP in turn. Get IMPatient.