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Mission Name: Kettle Fear Solid V: The Title is Plain
Alignment: Villain
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: D
Description: You're at a game store, and you find that there's only one last copy of the most anticipated game of the year. Too bad for you, you're in the back of the line. You decide that you deserve that last copy more than anyone, and you decide to steal it for yourself. Of course, figuring out how to steal the game from the store is all up to you, as is getting out with it.
Reward: 10 EXP
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I can't believe this shit right here..
Slade blurts out loud, though no one really reacted because they probably agreed with his sentiment. The last copy of Slice your face, shoot your face 4 was looking at them all. After all this standing in line it seemed the stores limited quantity had run out. He knew he should have snuck closer in line, but decided it best to play it cool. He secretly enjoyed the ritual of a big game release, the fandom, the lines of people all giddy waiting for a midnight release, a lot of them dressed in costumes of many different figures which made him blend right in. Wearing his armor, people just believed he was cos playing and it afforded him some small measure of the normalcy he had once known upon a time..before that ***** ex-wife of his shot him in the eye.
During a job he was pulling, he had to kill the 20 year old son of a wealthy gangster as part of a contract he had accepted. The young man was apparently a gamer, and after slicing off his whole f'ing face, he saw thru the blood spray what appeared to be himself on the screen. On the screen, he see's himself football punting a head he had apparently cut off in a battle. The man was apparently in the middle of a match when he met his demise, and Deathstroke himself was a playable character, and the name of the game was "Slice your face, shoot your face". Snatching the game system and game from the mansion before he leaves out, he takes it as sort of a trophy. he was actually pretty pissed off at the blatant stealing of his image, and considered hunting down and killing every single person connected to the game since he obviously couldn't sue them for infringement. However when he took it to his lair, he hooked it up to his 175" curved screen so he could see what they had him doing in this game. Perhaps he could kill everyone in the same manner that he killed in the game. He picked up the controller, and the rest was history.
When free time was to be found, he had made a name for himself as the top ranked Slice your face, shoot your face champion. Anonymously thru a username he won tourney after tourney. No ones mind could keep up with him, always staying 10 steps ahead of anyone who dared go against him. The next game was set to come out soon, and he was eager to get it. Slice your face, shoot your face 2 had a midnight release. he even speed killed his targets that night so he could make it to the game store before midnight, hoping to be one of the first ones there. However, when he arrived he was met with a terrible sight, a line stretching out of the store that looked a mile long. He went to the end, and waited 6 hours before reaching the front. Picking his copy up, he got to his lair asap and continued his dominance with a new enhanced fighting engine and better graphics, life was good for Slade, and bad for others, mainly the ones he killed in game and off.
When Syf, syf 3 came out, he camped in line for a day and a half before it was released, and found himself about 100 people deep in line, much better however than he had fared previously. The game store had plenty of copies in stock, and things went off without a hitch. So this year he intended to be there as soon as he took care of any business or contracts he had going that day. Unfortunately for him, his target was located in Beijing, and he had a small window of opportunity to complete the job. Failure was not an option, never was. He had been behind a door in a hotel for 2 weeks waiting for a tiny Lithuanian man, who knew too much to come in. Finally entering the room, Deathstroke grabs his head from behind, snapping his neck and glancing at his watch in the same motion.
I'm gonna be late!
He says, as he turns and runs out the door as the body slumps to the ground in a sickening thud. Flying in his super sonic -waaay cooler than the Bat jet- Death jet, he makes it to the game store several hours later than he had hoped, and found himself 400 people back in line. This was bad, really bad. The store had announced a week earlier that there was a limited quantity being distributed at launch this year, and every store only got a certain amount. The next batch wouldn't be available for a week, and the people who managed to get their hands on a copy got a special map pack DLC and a jump start in the rankings online. Getting a copy was imperative, and failure, once again, was not an option.
So here he was, staring at the last copy, and the line was starting to panic. he could hear everyone talking amongst themselves about it being the last copy. The next person in line had to feel it, the stares that were piercing into the back of his head. Slade himself had waited in line for 12 hours, and the people ahead of him were there hours before he had even gotten in line. He heard them all plotting on ganking the last copy in the parking lot once they guy had bought it. Something had to be done, these people were getting restless. The time to act was now.
Something I can help yo with sir?
The clerk says, turning towards the shelf already expecting the man to ask for the last copy.
Yes, I'll take that last copy of Sli...*choking and gurgling noises*
Turning towards him, the clerk says
I'm sorry sir, what was OHH MY GOD!!!!!!
A silence draws over the crowd. A throwing knife blade is protruding out of the man's mouth as blood gurgled out with every breath, having entered thru the back of his head from the base of his skull. The man drops forwards and the blade lodges into the counter as his body collapses, head still stuck to the counter and arms dangling to the floor as blood rains down the front of the sales desk to the floor. As if in unison, the crowd erupts in screams of terror. Slade had pulled and thrown the blade with such speed and precision, no one had even seen him do it. Walking non nonchalantly through the screaming crowd that was trampling over each other to get out, he makes his way towards the counter as if he had not a care in the world. The clerk was frozen with fear, still holding the game in his hand, his shirt covered in the man's blood. Grasping the blade, he pulls it out of the dead man's head and his body finishes it's decent to the floor.
Seem's I'm next in line. I'll take your last Slice your face, shoot your face 4 please..
The clerk looks at the game in his hand which was shaking uncontrollably, and slowly extends his hand forwards. Taking the game, Deathstroke opens a pouch on his hip and puts it away.
See you online noob!
He says, as he jumps the counter putting a bullet in the clerks head, and makes his way thru the stockroom destroying the security equipment before exiting out the backdoor. As he made his getaway, he could hear 5-0 lurking in the distance, though they would never even see a trace of the world's greatest assassin. He makes his way to the lair, then curses up a storm at how long the DLC was going to take to download before drifting into online murderous heaven.
Alignment: Villain
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: D
Description: You're at a game store, and you find that there's only one last copy of the most anticipated game of the year. Too bad for you, you're in the back of the line. You decide that you deserve that last copy more than anyone, and you decide to steal it for yourself. Of course, figuring out how to steal the game from the store is all up to you, as is getting out with it.
Reward: 10 EXP
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I can't believe this shit right here..
Slade blurts out loud, though no one really reacted because they probably agreed with his sentiment. The last copy of Slice your face, shoot your face 4 was looking at them all. After all this standing in line it seemed the stores limited quantity had run out. He knew he should have snuck closer in line, but decided it best to play it cool. He secretly enjoyed the ritual of a big game release, the fandom, the lines of people all giddy waiting for a midnight release, a lot of them dressed in costumes of many different figures which made him blend right in. Wearing his armor, people just believed he was cos playing and it afforded him some small measure of the normalcy he had once known upon a time..before that ***** ex-wife of his shot him in the eye.
During a job he was pulling, he had to kill the 20 year old son of a wealthy gangster as part of a contract he had accepted. The young man was apparently a gamer, and after slicing off his whole f'ing face, he saw thru the blood spray what appeared to be himself on the screen. On the screen, he see's himself football punting a head he had apparently cut off in a battle. The man was apparently in the middle of a match when he met his demise, and Deathstroke himself was a playable character, and the name of the game was "Slice your face, shoot your face". Snatching the game system and game from the mansion before he leaves out, he takes it as sort of a trophy. he was actually pretty pissed off at the blatant stealing of his image, and considered hunting down and killing every single person connected to the game since he obviously couldn't sue them for infringement. However when he took it to his lair, he hooked it up to his 175" curved screen so he could see what they had him doing in this game. Perhaps he could kill everyone in the same manner that he killed in the game. He picked up the controller, and the rest was history.
When free time was to be found, he had made a name for himself as the top ranked Slice your face, shoot your face champion. Anonymously thru a username he won tourney after tourney. No ones mind could keep up with him, always staying 10 steps ahead of anyone who dared go against him. The next game was set to come out soon, and he was eager to get it. Slice your face, shoot your face 2 had a midnight release. he even speed killed his targets that night so he could make it to the game store before midnight, hoping to be one of the first ones there. However, when he arrived he was met with a terrible sight, a line stretching out of the store that looked a mile long. He went to the end, and waited 6 hours before reaching the front. Picking his copy up, he got to his lair asap and continued his dominance with a new enhanced fighting engine and better graphics, life was good for Slade, and bad for others, mainly the ones he killed in game and off.
When Syf, syf 3 came out, he camped in line for a day and a half before it was released, and found himself about 100 people deep in line, much better however than he had fared previously. The game store had plenty of copies in stock, and things went off without a hitch. So this year he intended to be there as soon as he took care of any business or contracts he had going that day. Unfortunately for him, his target was located in Beijing, and he had a small window of opportunity to complete the job. Failure was not an option, never was. He had been behind a door in a hotel for 2 weeks waiting for a tiny Lithuanian man, who knew too much to come in. Finally entering the room, Deathstroke grabs his head from behind, snapping his neck and glancing at his watch in the same motion.
I'm gonna be late!
He says, as he turns and runs out the door as the body slumps to the ground in a sickening thud. Flying in his super sonic -waaay cooler than the Bat jet- Death jet, he makes it to the game store several hours later than he had hoped, and found himself 400 people back in line. This was bad, really bad. The store had announced a week earlier that there was a limited quantity being distributed at launch this year, and every store only got a certain amount. The next batch wouldn't be available for a week, and the people who managed to get their hands on a copy got a special map pack DLC and a jump start in the rankings online. Getting a copy was imperative, and failure, once again, was not an option.
So here he was, staring at the last copy, and the line was starting to panic. he could hear everyone talking amongst themselves about it being the last copy. The next person in line had to feel it, the stares that were piercing into the back of his head. Slade himself had waited in line for 12 hours, and the people ahead of him were there hours before he had even gotten in line. He heard them all plotting on ganking the last copy in the parking lot once they guy had bought it. Something had to be done, these people were getting restless. The time to act was now.
Something I can help yo with sir?
The clerk says, turning towards the shelf already expecting the man to ask for the last copy.
Yes, I'll take that last copy of Sli...*choking and gurgling noises*
Turning towards him, the clerk says
I'm sorry sir, what was OHH MY GOD!!!!!!
A silence draws over the crowd. A throwing knife blade is protruding out of the man's mouth as blood gurgled out with every breath, having entered thru the back of his head from the base of his skull. The man drops forwards and the blade lodges into the counter as his body collapses, head still stuck to the counter and arms dangling to the floor as blood rains down the front of the sales desk to the floor. As if in unison, the crowd erupts in screams of terror. Slade had pulled and thrown the blade with such speed and precision, no one had even seen him do it. Walking non nonchalantly through the screaming crowd that was trampling over each other to get out, he makes his way towards the counter as if he had not a care in the world. The clerk was frozen with fear, still holding the game in his hand, his shirt covered in the man's blood. Grasping the blade, he pulls it out of the dead man's head and his body finishes it's decent to the floor.
Seem's I'm next in line. I'll take your last Slice your face, shoot your face 4 please..
The clerk looks at the game in his hand which was shaking uncontrollably, and slowly extends his hand forwards. Taking the game, Deathstroke opens a pouch on his hip and puts it away.
See you online noob!
He says, as he jumps the counter putting a bullet in the clerks head, and makes his way thru the stockroom destroying the security equipment before exiting out the backdoor. As he made his getaway, he could hear 5-0 lurking in the distance, though they would never even see a trace of the world's greatest assassin. He makes his way to the lair, then curses up a storm at how long the DLC was going to take to download before drifting into online murderous heaven.
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