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Mook Quest (Hotline Miami)

[x] Wait!
[x] Empty your mag through the door the second it starts opening. No sooner.
[x] Then run.
 
[x] Wait!
[x] Empty your mag through the door the second it starts opening. No sooner.
[x] Then run.
 
[x] Wait!

You stop. You can feel your heart pounding. You can feel your chest about to burst...and suddenly, the door creaks open. You watch in silent horror as it slowly opens...

[x] Empty your mag through the door the second it starts opening. No sooner.

And then you fire. You fire every single bullet you have. They ricochet off of the door repeatedly, before everyone in the room fires at that wall. Richard fires his own two guns, Carl with his own pistol, and the sleazy man with his shotgun. Suddenly, when the smoke settles, you look at the wall.

It's full of holes...holes everywhere. There's no way he could have survived, right? Whoever was in the hall has to be dead by now...

"I'm checkin'." The sleazy man says.

"Dave-"

"No, I'm fuckin' checking." He loads his shotgun up. "You see me down? Shoot the fucker." He moves to the door, before the damn thing falls off of its hinges. "Okay...and..." He slowly brings his shotgun towards it...and with that, a crowbar is immediately jammed into its barrel.

He lets out a gasp of surprise, before, in the next second, a lead pipe comes smashing into his skull. Your eyes widen as blood sprays against a nearby wall, followed quickly by a gunshot to the head from a six-shot revolver. You fumble around with another magazine, before it slips out of your hand.

You look up, and just as you do, the assailant seems to glide through the room. In quick succession, he beats one man to death, before he throws his pistol at another.

[x] Then run.

Your breath is caught in your throat. You see Richard with his own guns, firing right at the man. You don't even get a good look at whoever's being shot at, before you quickly hear the sounds of human agony behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut as you run as quickly as you can...and then you slip on something.

You slide across the floor, tumbling as you smell iron.

You know exactly what you slipped in.

[] Look at it.

[] Lose your shit. (1d6+6)

[] RUN! RUN GODDAMMIT RUN!

[] Accept your fate.
 
3 out of 6: Your shots ricochet off the door. Everyone else's shots do not for some reason.

I'm going to hazard a guess and say we'd have accidentally team-killed on a 2 out of 6, and on a 1 out of 6 we'd headshot ourselves on the ricochet.

[x] RUN! RUN GODDAMNIT RUN!
 
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[x] RUN! RUN GODDAMMIT RUN!

You clench your teeth and you stumble your way out of it. You step on something, causing it to go crunch, but you keep moving. Your feet slip and slide against the slick, bloody ground, as you start to move as quickly as you can.

You're crying. You're crying out of fear and terror. You just forgot to pay somebody. Nobody deserves this.

You start running as quickly as you can. You move as fast as your legs can carry you. You reach a fence by the pier, and an entrance with a couple of security guards.

[] Go past the entrance.

[] Get the security guards' help.

[] Climb the fence.

[] Go back.
 
[X] Climb the fence.
[x] Jump into the water, cling to the edge and keep quiet.
 
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[x] Go back
I'm sure that he's really a nice guy once you get to know him.
 
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[X] Climb the fence.
[x] Jump into the water, cling to the edge and keep quiet.​
 
[X] Climb the fence.
[x] Jump into the water, cling to the edge and keep quiet.
 
[X] Climb the fence.
[x] Jump into the water, cling to the edge and keep quiet.
 
[X] Climb the fence.
[x] Jump into the water, cling to the edge and keep quiet.

Next thing that happens o us is that there are sharks in the water.
 
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