Cut Scenes

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Cut Scenes:

Primary

• Game opening
• JFK Intro
• Canadian Coming in

  "Real shithole ya got here"

• Meet Hammer Guy
• Guy Fieri killing
• After the car get towed he goes home grabbing a sixer of schaefer on his way back.

  (emphasis on this being his everyday behavior)

• Busting the car out

  "A single tear rolls down your cheek watching the carnage, extinguishing"

• Open trunk, Bears head is just sitting in a rubbermaid, hg picks up the head and the cokes under the head.
• You sprinkling drugs on the body
• Case gets moved to the drug squad

Secondary

1) Intro to each of the characters w/ a cut scene 2) The JFK date scene -> old lady wants a date w/ jfk.

talk to jfk, long talk to do ALL the jokes. 'ask naught if I can get to 1st base butt rather how she feels about ass play" "response : she's all about the bum.". 3) $6 gets found out 4) AA Sponser and roommate interactions about bear

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Game Intro

New York City, The Bowery, 1972. 9pm. You're piss drunk shuffling down the street parting the rats, cockroaches, and old newspapers like Moses parting the red sea to lead his people out of Egypt, only your people are an almost finished six pack of Schaefer in your hand, and a lingering question if you should chase the last one down with a bullet.

But there's no time for questions, a stranger stops you in your path flashing a switchblade demanding money. You pause, take a breath, then everything goes black.

As you finish smashing the last bottle over the man's head everything comes back into focus. Realizing you've finished dinner you decide to go home. There's so much to do tomorrow, and you don't want to do any of it. You walk up the stairs to your apartment and go to bed.

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Game Intro

New York City, The Bowery, 1972. 9pm. There you are piss drunk, shuffling down the street on a Tuesday parting the rats, cockroaches, and old newspapers like Moses parting the red sea, that is if you count the people you're leading as the almost finished 18 pack of Schaefer in your hand and a lingering question of if you should chase the last one down with a bullet.

But there's no time to finally finish something, a bowery bum stops you in your path flashing a switchblade demanding money. You pause.

As you finish smashing the last bottle over the man's head everything comes back into focus, Rays is open for another hour. After finishing 2 slices and cleaning the bum's blood off in the bathroom you decide to start the shuffle back home. There's so much to do tomorrow, and you don't want anything to do with it.

You walk up the stairs to your apartment and go to bed, hopefully the bats are already sleeping.

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JFK Intro

12:34 pm, Tchotch-Naughts Bodega, 114 Bowery You look like death as you stumble down the filth encrusted stairs that even the silver fish abandoned for greener pastures into the objectively worse bodega below. There's the the man that you'd detest if only you still were capable of raising an emotion, the landlord. You walk down the encrusted stairs from your apartment into the bodega below. It's run by your landlord, gotta pay him the rent. He claims to be Kennedy, but he was shot a decade ago, but you don't do your job at work so why start on the off hours?

He's watching the Apollo 11 coverage on slow-mo and yelling. The mechanical jaw the hack surgeons gave him needs more oil. If this store didn't sell Schaefer it'd be a complete wash.

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Murder Scene

Taking a breath you shuffle into the murder scene, looking at it just to go through the motions.

Purple velor walls, a 4 foot lava lamp, band posters all over the walls, they're only Reel Big Fish and Aquabats ones, the mangled moldy corpse on the floor. You're not sure whats worst.

Steve: "Hey there bud, ooohh... real shithole ya got here, let me know if you need anything"

Some overly friendly type's just walked, maybe I can just arrest him and call it a day.

Steve: "Well I'll leave you too it, please to help if I can, I'll have a cold Molson waiting for you in 1A if you need anything at all"

Maybe you'll frame him after you get that beer. Time to look at this corpse.

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JFK Intro

12:34 pm, Tchotch-Naughts Bodega, 114 Bowery You look like death as you stumble down the dark stairway. You’re not sure if it’s broken glass, potato chips or bone but the stairs crunch, and crackle underneath your feet. The only thing guiding you through the darkness is a dim light glowing at the end of the stairs. You walk into the bodega below to see the man that you'd detest if the capacity for emotional response was something you still cared about, the landlord.

John F Kennedy, the 35th President of the United States is your landlord. You’re not sure if he is the real JFK, but you’ll never get paid to find out so why ruin a good thing? He's yelling at a film of Apollo 11 coverage while cutting Macy’s labeled security tags off items and putting them on the shelf for sale. The mechanical jaw the hack surgeons gave him needs more oil. If this store didn't sell Schaefer it'd be a complete wash.

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JFK Intro

12:34 pm, Tchotch-Naughts Bodega, 114 Bowery You stumble down the dark stairway sporting yesterdays clothes and last weeks odor. You’re not sure if it’s broken glass, potato chips or bone but the stairs crunch and crackle under foot. The only thing guiding you through the darkness is a dim light glowing at the end of the stairs.

Walking into the bodega below you see the man that you'd detest if you were still capable of emotional response, the landlord, you owe him the rent.

There he is, John F Kennedy, a reconstructed abomination of the 35th President of the United States. You’re not sure if he is the real JFK, but you don't do your job at work so why start on the off hours?

He's yelling at a film of Apollo 11 coverage while cutting Macy’s security tags off of a haul of Hawaiian shirts and putting them on the sales rack. The mechanical jaw the hack surgeons gave him needs more oil. If this store didn't sell Schaefer it'd be a complete wash.

Just give him the rent and don't look at Armstrong on the screen, you have no energy for that again.

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Going Home

Sitting on your bed, shirt covered in beefarino basking in the glow of the hustler sign, its the only way you get any vitamin D. The last 6 Schaefers went down easy, it looks like your about to go deeper into the abyss.

Stumbling over to your desk and throwing your broken, disused cadaver onto the overturned barrel you call a desk chair and start rooting through your desk for the goods. Theres a old flask of Fleischmann’s in the drawer and a revolver. The agony of choice. Your hand hovers over the revolver, really remove the effort of it all...

You finish the whiskey, thats the only slug for tonight.

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Going Home

You swing open the door, chug your last bottle of schaefer and throw it out the window. Ignoring the hooker's fit of rage, and call for medical assistance you shuffle over to you desk and start rooting through it for the goods.

Theres a old flask of Fleischmann’s in the drawer and a revolver. The agony of choice. You finish the whiskey, thats the only slug for tonight.

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Old Game Start

The Bowery, New York, 1972. 12:27PM You wake up in your grimey bed. The neon light from the Hustler sign across the street somehow manages to make its way through the dense smog. Your 1 room apartment is doused in its light, the sun doesnt have a chance.

The Fancy Feast cat food cannery across the street has drawn even more alley cats.

Time to start the day

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Hammer Guy Intro