Maximus Gran (Chapter Two: In the Land of the Blind)

[Refticus]

exclaim that they cannot hurt an old man, proceed to jack off then leave through the window

[Ad Bot]

[tber123]

Engage bullet time. Bust down the door and rip off Gunman 2's richard and throw it at Gunman 1

Maximus Gran(YOU): I didn’t know what I was thinking of doing, but the sudden lack of any rational thinking in my head confused me. Even sober I can’t last five minutes without considering doing something stupid and putting a stuff-eating grin on my face while doing it, I realised that at this point- I wasn’t slipping out of reality, I was already slipped.

exclaim that they cannot hurt an old man, proceed to jack off then leave through the window

Maximus Gran: You boys really going to hurt an old man like me?
GUNMAN 1 fires the Remington 870 MCS and misses.
Maximus Gran: Clearly, this could only end if I pulled the trigger instead of him. The last thing I wanted to do before my death was publically embarrass myself, I thought of taking the easy way out but I had too many bullets and bullstuff behind me to leave my fate up for grabs.

Roll for cover, grab the Desert Eagle and blind fire at the gunmen.

Bullet time and SUPERHOT

Maximus grabs the Desert Eagle and rolls into cover behind a pallet, before blindfiring it. Meanwhile, GUNMAN 2 sprays a few bullets towards Maximus while GUNMAN 1 pumps his shotgun.



GUNMAN 1 is struck by a lucky bullet, and gives out a brief scream as he falls to the floor, incapacitated.

GUNMAN 2: Oh stuff!


(Forgot to do the whole "Bullet flying into GUNMAN 2's neck thing because posing is a time-consuming bitch and I forgot, whoops)

While GUNMAN 2 is distracted, Maximus leaps out of cover and enters BULLET TIME, firing a bullet in slow motion at GUNMAN 2 and striking him in the throat for an instant kill.



Everyone has been neutralized. Maximus releases his finger from the trigger and surveys the scene around him.

Maximus Gran: This wasn’t the first fall of the night, it was just a taste of things to come. I was still a long way to the bottom, but as soon as I understood they were after me, I understood it was my fault. You can't run from your past.

Maximus Gran: After this mess is dealt with, I have to get to the Police Station and get to work.

GUNMAN 1 groans in agony.
GUNMAN 1: (INCAPACITATED █)

You see a Remington 870 MCS(Long Arm), a AKS-74U(Small Gun) and a CZ Skorpion Vz. 83(Small Gun) on the ground. GUNMAN 1 is on the ground bleeding out. You could probably interrogate him.

YOUR GUNS
Long Arms are things like (non-sawn off) shotguns, rifles, machine guns, etc
Small Guns are about the size of a Pistol/SMG/Machine Pistol/Sawn-off Shotgun/etc

Long Arm 1:
Long Arm 2:
Small Gun 1: .38 Revolver [4/6] (Can be dual wielded)
Small Gun 2: Sawn-Off DB Shotgun [2/2] (Can be dual wielded)
Small Gun 3: Desert Eagle (.357 Mag) [6/9] (Can be dual wielded)
Small Gun 4:

AMMO
.38 Ammo: 12
Shotgun Shells: 4

OTHER ITEMS
Whiskey Bottle x1 (Heals slightly and can restore Bullet Time a little)
Painkillers x1 (Slowly refill health)
Medkit x1 (Refill health fast)

Health: [█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █]
Bullet Time: [█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ X] (Bullet Time is used for going into slow motion and shootdodging like Max Payne. It refills slowly.)

UPDATE NOTES: Will try to update at least once a week, excluding the second or fourth Friday/Saturday of the month since that's when I usually visit family.

[Thunderstrike]

-Stash the Guns somewhere in your Apartment
-Help Gunman 1 out but after he is patched up hold him at gunpoint to interogate him
-After that knock him out and drop him off near the hospital to then drive to work

Also a new Idea:
Interfate:
It would be something like Final Destination where Ol' Max here can see bad things about to happen
The more Painkillers he ingests the more he can see
And if hes dopped enough he can slightly change something
For example take out a gunman so he has to deal with less people or prepare a weapon

[Space1255]

Loot everything

[Refticus]

ask gunman 1 on who sent him, if he doesn't respond or give you plausible info, kick his richard.

[Thunderstrike]

Come on does nobody find my Idea interesting?

[Marios]

Come on does nobody find my Idea interesting?

Make a new thread on your idea instead of trying to convert an existing one

[tber123]

Loot everything

You loot a CZ SKORPION VZ .83 W/ SUPPRESSOR, LASER SIGHT, STOCK UNFOLDED.

-Stash the Guns somewhere in your Apartment

The AKS-74U cannot fit in any more Small Gun slots, so you stash it in your apartment for later.



Maximus approaches the incapacitated GUNMAN and interrogates him.

Maximus Gran: Who sent you?
GUNMAN 1: <coughs up blood> N-nobody sent us! They put a bounty on your head!
Maximus Gran: I couldn’t care less about your reasons, what I want to know is who sent you after me.
GUNMAN 1: The.... The M-mafia! You screwed them up good at the bar a few days ago! The Don's out for your head! Offered a few hundred grand to anyone that could kill you!
Maximus Gran: Well congratulations, you loving failed. But why did you and your little squad of jackasses shoot everyone they saw moving?
GUNMAN 1: Nothing wrong with making a little money on the side by robbing some suckers dry!

Maximus Gran: Every gunshot echoed in the past, but this particular one stung. The floodgates to my brain opened up what I wanted to shut out..



The scene transitions to the Bar. A few days in the past.
Maximus Gran: A dark and gloomy night in New York, Marty’s Bar was the one place I could feel right at home in, as a drunken, deadbeat failure looking at his fate in the bottom of a glass. .

Maximus Gran: Surprisingly, this place was filled with far more gung-ho rich kids than I expected...



ARMS DEALER: Take your favorite pick, mate. Those burglars ain't gonna shoot themselves, y'know.



John McClass: So yeah, I did the whole deal at this warehouse full of mobsters and had to deal with the paranoid forget of a Boss they had there. Managed to snag myself a Mare's Leg style Lever Action. I call it BLOODLUST. Pretty cool, right?



Mobster Joey: You see that, Tone? The Maroon Menace won the big game again. Cough up the cash, buddy. You've lost yet again.
Mobster Tony: forget you, Joey.



Sitting Mobster: Psst! You see the Detective drowning himself in alcohol over there, Leo?
Mobster Leo: Yup. He's a dead man.


(Finally realized that I accidentally reused a Mobster model after 2 hours of posing everything. forget.)

Ralphie Bartoloni: Is that who I think it is?
Tommy: It's that cop.
Bobby: How nice of him to show his face around here when you told him to forget off.



Ralphie Bartoloni: <shouting> Hey, starfish! I thought I told you not to show your face around these parts!
Maximus fails to even notice the shouting.




Ralphie Bartoloni: You hear me, Old Man? We warned you! Get the hell out. Now.



Ralphie Bartoloni: You know who you're disrespecting by showing your face around here?
Maximus Gran: I'm sorry that I don’t remember every tan New Jersey kid. But I think you’d better learn some manners before you pull a stunt?



Ralphie Bartoloni: I'm Ralphie Bartoloni! The damn SON of the Don! And you will show RESPECT to me by hauling ass out of here! Who do you think you are? You're just a tiny, insignificant PIG compared to us! This is our town!
Tommy: He's Ralphie, all right!
Bobby: Give it to him good, Ralphie! Show him why the Bartoloni family gets the respect it deserves!
Maximus Gran: I might have only one card left to play, but at least I'm not going to be the one found six feet under in some bar.


Maximus Gran and Ralphie argue.

Leo: stuff's going down.
Sitting Mobster: Even a pig like him wouldn't stand up to Ralphie. Don't sweat it, Leo.


ARMS DEALER: Better hurry up, lad. The stuff is going to hit the fan soon, and I've got to sell the rest of these guns to the Irish Mob.
Customer: Gimme the Shotgun.



Ralphie: Last chance, Old Man! Get out of here now and maybe my buddies won't blow your loving brains out all over the counter!

YOUR GUNS
Long Arms are things like (non-sawn off) shotguns, rifles, machine guns, etc
Small Guns are about the size of a Pistol/SMG/Machine Pistol/Sawn-off Shotgun/etc

Long Arm 1:
Long Arm 2:
Small Gun 1: .38 Revolver [6/6] .38 Revolver [4/6]
Small Gun 2: Sawn-Off DB Shotgun [2/2]
Small Gun 3: Desert Eagle (.357 Mag) [6/9]
Small Gun 4: Cz Skorpion Vz .83 W/ Suppressor, Laser Sight, Stock Unfolded .380 ACP [29/30]

AMMO
.38 Ammo: 6
.38 Ammo: 12
Shotgun Shells: 4

OTHER ITEMS
Whiskey Bottle x5 (Heal + restore Bullet Time)
Painkillers x2 (Slowly refill health)
Whiskey Bottle x1 (Heals slightly and can restore Bullet Time a little)
Painkillers x1 (Slowly refill health)
Medkit x1 (Refill health fast)

Health: [█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █]
Bullet Time: [█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █] (Bullet Time is used for going into slow motion and shootdodging like Max Payne. It refills slowly.)

UPDATE NOTES: Will try to update at least once a week, excluding the second or fourth Friday/Saturday of the month since that's when I usually visit family.

[Blockchip]

Mutter an insult and leave the bar.

[Marios]

Pretend to exit the bar, only to make for behind the bar counter. Kill Tommy and Bobby first to generate as less heat as possible (going for the captain first will burn the vicinity.)

[HULKHOGANWWFWORLDCHAMPION]

throw glass bottles at them

[Zharthon]

pull out your revolver and engage bullet time, plant one in the heads of every mobster infront of you.

[Refticus]

be a sensible human being and grab the bottles of piss then leave.

[Ragequit]

hit them one deags boi

[Drydess]

act all friendly and have a drink with them, and get them drunk
then shoot them and take their guns