Game: Max Payne. Page 2

I dreamt of a wife. She was dead... and all was fine.

- My God!
- What devil's work?
- Mountains of corpses.

Soon dawn. Goodbye, American dream.

Damn, not out of me a strong woman.

We are ready to suffer and give his life for the most expensive. For love. For the right choice.

Alternatives do not exist, moving in a straight line. It was only later, when I think that things could go otherwise, begin to seem a fork - like topiary tree-bonsai or as a beam of lightning. If you would have done differently, but now it was not you and the other person, and would suffer other issues.

To be saved is not for me. Happy ending will not.

Everything is subjective - right, wrong, good and evil.

Everything is relative, dependent on time and place, love and friendship, life and death.

All wars are fought for the sake of it. For the sake of love.

The law of the pit: no matter how much time climbing up, back will fly off in a jiffy.
(Law of the pits. No matter how long you've raised. To fall for a moment.)

Divine help is never long.

"What do I want: the dreams of max Payne". Cigarette. To drink. So the sun was shining. To relax and go to sleep. To change the past. To return to his wife and daughter. Infinite ammo, license to kill. Most in that moment I wanted her.

Remember - accurately collect the broken mirror: fragments of cut hands, the reflection is broken. Himself change. So you can go crazy. Or to gain freedom.