Just another game intro for your perusal.
Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2004 10:43 am
You wake up in the passenger seat of a german sedan, you aren't tired, and you have no idea how long you were asleep, or even if you really were.
You glance over at the driver, who gives a curt nod, hes well dressed, Suit, Tie, nicely done hair, and it seems you are wearing a very expensive black sequined dress made of a fabric that you can't quite identify.
The car pulls up to a crowd, and the driver unlocks your door, you step out, not knowing why, and a large man, a bouncer you assume, guides you towards the door, a glance back towards the car, but its not there.
Quickly you scan the top of the door, the Marquee says Phantom of The Opera, but you don't remember getting a ticket.
More than a little disoriented, you stroll inside, an usher asks for your ticket, its in your right hand, you pass it to him and he says your seat name, letting you in.
You find yourself scanning the crowd, wealthy socialites packed in like sardines, Red Velvet curtains obscuring the stage, fine wood every where, and the glint of brass from the orchestra...without knowing where you are headed really, you move towards the stairs, heading to the balconies...
The third from the right side of the stage holds your target.
Target? What target, now curiousity takes hold as much as the strange urge guiding your feet, you get into the hallway, just around the corner from your destination, you check inside your purse, there is a small pistol, with a silencer, and a photograph, its an old man, all jowls and bald skull, quickly you snap the purse closed so noone notices the shiny little implement of death in there.
Peeking around the corner you see the back of that mans head, the man who you've come here to kill, but you don't quite know why, or even who he really is, a man in a suit, a bodyguard you presume stops you, asks what you are doing here...you feel a rush of adrenaline surge through your limbs....
What do you do?
You glance over at the driver, who gives a curt nod, hes well dressed, Suit, Tie, nicely done hair, and it seems you are wearing a very expensive black sequined dress made of a fabric that you can't quite identify.
The car pulls up to a crowd, and the driver unlocks your door, you step out, not knowing why, and a large man, a bouncer you assume, guides you towards the door, a glance back towards the car, but its not there.
Quickly you scan the top of the door, the Marquee says Phantom of The Opera, but you don't remember getting a ticket.
More than a little disoriented, you stroll inside, an usher asks for your ticket, its in your right hand, you pass it to him and he says your seat name, letting you in.
You find yourself scanning the crowd, wealthy socialites packed in like sardines, Red Velvet curtains obscuring the stage, fine wood every where, and the glint of brass from the orchestra...without knowing where you are headed really, you move towards the stairs, heading to the balconies...
The third from the right side of the stage holds your target.
Target? What target, now curiousity takes hold as much as the strange urge guiding your feet, you get into the hallway, just around the corner from your destination, you check inside your purse, there is a small pistol, with a silencer, and a photograph, its an old man, all jowls and bald skull, quickly you snap the purse closed so noone notices the shiny little implement of death in there.
Peeking around the corner you see the back of that mans head, the man who you've come here to kill, but you don't quite know why, or even who he really is, a man in a suit, a bodyguard you presume stops you, asks what you are doing here...you feel a rush of adrenaline surge through your limbs....
What do you do?