Flashback Prologue Awakening
I woke up in the hospital with someone talking to me in an odd, indistinguishable accent.
The good doctor explained to me that my insiders were filled with bone fragments and teeth. Uh, what?
Good doctor, surely you can fix me right up considering we’re living in some bad ass cyberpunk future, right?
Nope. You’re basically screwed. But the good news is we’re going to completely change the way you look through some new age plastic surgery wizardry of awesome!
Oh, excellent. That’s way better than removing metal from my brain. But wait, how about you fix up the other little problem while you’re at it…
Isn’t that where my arm goes?
Well, I thought so. I went through the joy of making my character look all hip and cool.
Looks great, right? Yeah. Then this special someone sneaks up behind the good doctor before he can perform the operation and it’s lights out.
Luckily my super cool friend jumps to my side but not soon enough to allow me to get that fancy face surgery.
She’s quite the bad ass. She throws knives and strangles doctors and nurses. She’s dressed like some kind of military ass-kicking ninja girl. I thought maybe she would be a main character of some kind but unfortunately she was no match for a bottle of some flammable chemical.
Time to go
Now that she’s taken care of, it’s time to get the hell out of this crazy place. The problem is all the hallways are crawling with her friends.
And apparently they want to kill me and everyone in the building.
On several occasions, whenever I think I’m surely done for, the music gets dramatic and a huge flaming death walker guy that absorbs bullets jumps out.
Stop to check out the posters
Not too long though, because we need to do quite a lot of hiding under beds. How are these guys so terrible at finding people?
I can’t figure out if I’m a master of stealth or if all the other people in this building are absolutely terrible at hiding. On one occasion, someone thought it would be a good idea to grab my leg and start screaming.
Amazingly, by some miracle, the dudes with the big guns still didn’t see me. What did they think he was holding on to?
Oh, this seems like a great place to hide! A room full of people just hanging out talking about how everything has gone to shit.
As I slowly edge my way through the crowd, I could feel that something very bad was about to happen. Sure enough, more bad guys with guns bust in and start taking people out!
My best buddy in the world saves me again. This guy is nuts. He’s always in the right place at the right time. How does he do it?
He’s diving here, driving there, tackling me into doorways. We’re like two peas now—which is good because we’re about to do some laying quietly on the floor together.
You’d never believe it if I told you. Somehow we pass for dead bodies. How? A man’s gotta breathe!
This is the part of the sequence that turns into a gory Japanese horror movie. The cast of characters is perfect.
You’ve got crazy flying mask girl of death:
And slow walking fire guy with dramatic music that eats bullets and pushes them back at you of death:
After some exchange with the military guys that were previously killing everyone else, I felt like it was time to GTFO.
It doesn’t take much for a dramatic exit. I just ran. Forget stealth.
I can only assume this was the only vehicle available. Once again my bandaged BFF comes to my rescue and picks me up in an ambulance just in the knick of time.
The bad news, though, is that he’s a terrible driver—especially when shot by an enemy helicopter. If only my PS4 would have let me jump over and take full control!
While rolling and crashing down the side of the highway I realized this whole sequence would be terrifying while wearing an Oculus. This needs to happen.
Did somebody say epic conclusion?
There’s really only one thing that can stop a missile-firing cyberpunk military helicopter.
Floating mask girl and her fiery friend!
It’s not enough that he just come out and burn everyone to death. No, he’s gotta do it in style. In style on a… flaming unicorn.
Yes. After shotgunning him for a while on the back of my horse (oh yeah, I forgot to tell you some crazy guy picked me up on a horse, too), he basically just decided to call it a day.
Seems like a fire unicorn could have easily killed us. Maybe he just wanted to recruit us. Maybe there’s more to that story.
I’ve been tasked with joining up with this Miller fellow and recruiting an army. Here’s the story: