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You see a man come out to the streets and set a milk crate down on the corner of King & 5th, he takes out a cigarette, lights it and begins to speak...
Well good people of these fine streets, I have an Xtremestory for you on this fine evening of ours.
You lean in wanting to hear more from his eager voice. He offers you a cigarette and you gladly accept and begin to take a drag...
You see myself and my friend David Smith over here were traveling one cloudy night to our favorite pizzeria in New York one night. Well, about half way there from the HQ we had a couple of thugs grabs us and drag us into the alley nearby. With bags put over our head and forced down to the ground, these unknown assailants knocked both of us out.
When I awoke, my vision was very blurry, after a few seconds I look over and see David lying next to me still knocked out. I stagger to my feet in the dim lit room and splash some water on his face from a nearby sink. David finally awoke holding his head...
You feel yourself sliding closer in his chair...
After a few minutes I finally find another light switch and flick it on. Next thing I know I see 2 dead bodies lying in front of us with our shirts bloody from the waiste down. My partner and I's eyes lock as they become bug eyed, we begin to assess the situation, we notice two known guys from a friendly family, just as we notice we hear police sirens. We grab our things and bolt for the back door. As we are running down the street to our HQ around the block, we get grabbed by our RHW and drug into a near safe house.
We get inside and she leads us down to the basement where the cities God Father and family heads and having a weekly poker game...
You see the man get up and bid you all a good night as he put his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe as he notices what time it is
Well good people, business calls, maybe if you around here in a couple days I could entertain you once again... |
