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Mook Quest (Hotline Miami)

[X] GET AWAY.

You start to run, before, suddenly, your legs are riddled with bullets. You collapse to the ground, screaming as blood leaks out from your legs. You start to sob involuntarily, before another gunshot blasts out your kneecap.

"You know, I gotta say..." He frowns. "I fuckin' hate cowards and deserters." He brings the barrel of his gun up to your head. "Yah know what happened 'cause of people like you? I had a friend die."

"We're all gonna die!" You shout. "Don't you get it!? Everyone is dead!"

"Well, you'll certainly be the part." He moves the gun closer to your mouth.

[] GET IT AWAY. (1d6-3)

[] Try to convince him.

[] Restart the loop.
 
[x] Try to convince him.
[x]You gotta listen to me. You, me, those guys that hate you guys, even the goddamn security guards. We're all gonna die. He didn't want the drugs. He just killed everyone!
 
[x] Try to convince him.
[x]You gotta listen to me. You, me, those guys that hate you guys, even the goddamn security guards. We're all gonna die. He didn't want the drugs. He just killed everyone!
 
[x] Try to convince him.
[x]You gotta listen to me. You, me, those guys that hate you guys, even the goddamn security guards. We're all gonna die. He didn't want the drugs. He just killed everyone!
 
[x] Try to convince him
-Ask for a personal detail that he wouldn't mind sharing so you can get him next loop.
[x]You gotta listen to me. You, me, those guys that hate you guys, even the goddamn security guards. We're all gonna die. He didn't want the drugs. He just killed everyone!
 
[x] Try to convince him
-Ask for a personal detail that he wouldn't mind sharing so you can get him next loop.
[x]You gotta listen to me. You, me, those guys that hate you guys, even the goddamn security guards. We're all gonna die. He didn't want the drugs. He just killed everyone!
 
[x] Try to convince him.
[x]You gotta listen to me. You, me, those guys that hate you guys, even the goddamn security guards. We're all gonna die. He didn't want the drugs. He just killed everyone!

"Y-you gotta listen to me!" You say. "Y-you, me, th-those guys that hate you guys, e-even the goddamn security guards, we're all gonna die! H-he didn't want the drugs, he j-just killed e-!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Dave shouts, before he shoots you in the hand.

You let out another scream, before he follows up with a shot to the gut. He grabs you by the neck, and he brings your face to his. "Now listen to me you little shit." He says in a low voice. "You are going to die here." He smiles. "You are going to die like a fucking coward in the dirt. You are the most pathetic piece of fucking trash I have ev-"

Suddenly, his head is knocked to the side with a loud, wet thwack. His body slumps to the side, and as soon as he does, you can see brain matter leaking out of the back of his skull.

And right behind him is the mask of a rooster. Your eyes widen in terror as you see it brandishing the now-bloody, messy lead pipe in its hands.

You stare, with a destroyed leg, a ruined hand, and a hole in your stomach. You can't move. You can barely breath right now. You have no means of defending yourself.

You slowly raise your last intact hand as he brings his pipe above his head. "O-oh god..." You're crying as he brings his pipe up. "O-oh god please, no."

He doesn't say a word. Instead, he just brings the pipe down between your eyes. For less than a second, you feel intense pain between your eyes, then across your skull.

And then you feel nothing.

​

Nobody gives a shit who you are. Not even yourself.

As of right now, you are currently in the back seat of a car; a scrawny twenty-something among a bunch of much older people. One is large, tatooed. You can tell by his bulging muscles that if you were to move as much as an inch, you'd be dead in seconds. You look to your left, and someone else is there, this time much skinnier.

You aren't relaxed at all. The last memories you have are of you getting your brains splattered against the pavement by a man with a rooster mask, presumably after he slaughtered everyone else.

You're panting, and immediately, Richard taps you on the shoulder. "...Hey, you feelin' alright?"

[] Try to talk.

[] Grab a gun.

[] Shoot yourself.
 
Edit: wait same thing. never mind.
[x] Grab a gun.
We're going to have to roll a 6 eventually.
 
doge said:
Apparently its not the same level. So we are probably a random mook from each level. The question is, are they in order?
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Incorrect. It's the same level. Over. And over. And over.

You just happen to be the last victim because, well, the first time? You ran off. Second time? You ran off.

You're the annoying one that happens to be away from everyone else when you should be dead.
 
Yeah, noticed that and changed my post. my bad.
Anyway, that means we can still ask for personal knowledge to coerce them. Thoughts on whether it's safer to stay in the group or to go off on our own? Maybe if we drop our gun and immediately surrender he'll let us live.
 
TheOneMoiderah said:
"You know, I gotta say..." He frowns. "I fuckin' hate cowards and deserters." He brings the barrel of his gun up to your head. "Yah know what happened 'cause of people like you? I had a friend die."
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Maybe we could try pulling on this thread until he gives us enough information to convince a later version of him that we know more than we should?
 
TheOneMoiderah said:
Incorrect. It's the same level. Over. And over. And over.

You just happen to be the last victim because, well, the first time? You ran off. Second time? You ran off.

You're the annoying one that happens to be away from everyone else when you should be dead.
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Wow. We're really inconsiderate, aren't we?
 
[x] Try to talk.

"I...uh..." You pause. "...m-maybe I can...uh..." You shake your head.

"What's the matter, kid?" Carl turns his head. "Scared of a few big fatasses and their cocksuckin' sisters?"

"That's rather crass o'yah." Richard raises an eyebrow.

"Well, I dunno 'bout you, but I know th-"

"We don't need details."

As they speak, you look around nervously. You know exactly how this is going to end. You know exactly what will happen here, and you know exactly what the man in the Rooster Mask will do.

He is going to kill you. He is going to kill absolutely everybody.

And there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.

...Or is there?

[] Ask for a gun.

[] Kill yourself.

[] Talk to...
-[] Dave.
-[] Carl.
-[] Richard.

[] Write-in a topic.
 
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