Game: Max Payne. Page 3

There is nothing but the path ahead.

- Funny, isn't it?
- What?
- What do you have a crush on a woman working as a killer for the person who killed your family. Love is blind.

Sometimes you have to fall, then to rise.

As always, the dead knew the answers to all the questions that I need. And not that they didn't want to talk. Quite the contrary. The dead were eager to talk. And once started, they will not shut up. Their words would make you jump at night in a cold sweat.

Don't have sour faces, Vlad will always help!

You're just a one-armed bandit!

The friendliness shown to the enemy. I stepped over the edge. And now I was like the coyote from the cartoon, which is earth's gravity leaves suspended in the air, giving the opportunity to understand his mistake before the fall.

In the nightmare any your choice becomes a mistake. I would Wake up at night, afraid that day is my forgotten dream. When you Wake up, the world seems blurred. All that was clear in the dream, does not make sense in reality. No surreal rescues, no easy magical outputs. But you woke up.

Something hovered in the night like an open door, like an echo of the past, as the monster, slamming his eyes open in the depths of my brain.

She survived, while everyone who touched me died. It smoothed her guilt.

The past is a gaping hole. You're trying to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper and scarier it becomes behind you and you feel her licking the edge of your heel. Only chance is to turn around and bravely to meet it. But it is the same as to watch the grave of his love. Or like kissing the barrel loaded and ready to blow your head to pieces with a gun.

They're all dead. Love kills.

They were all dead. The last shot put a fat point in this story. I took the finger off the trigger, it was over.

If you hack this computer, you can find a lot of criminal plans, strategies for world domination, denunciations from the scouts on the helicopter, the illegal recordings of telephone conversations, links to porn sites... that has never bothered Me. I saw not much, but enough for me.