> Foot -> Nuts - [4]

This isn't going well.
You can barely breath, and you're being mauled by one of the biggest badasses you've ever seen.
It doesn't look like your crew is even troubled by your absence, or they want you dead anyway.
And Peter probably didn't hear you over all of this racket.

You're going to have to save yourself.


"Alright, Jo-Jo. Let's get this over with." Your attacker chuckles as he readies his knife.
As he lunges forward to stab, you quickly hit your captor square in the groin with your heel before doing an about-face.

Jo-Jo shudders, and with a bloody gasp for breath, collapses to the ground... a knife imbedded between his ribs.
Jo-Jo struggles with heavy, labored breaths, as he lays on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. His eyes dart across the room in shock.
"Big... brother..."
Then, with a final sigh, his chest stops heaving. His eyes stop darting across the room. All movement stops, except for the blood seeping out of his open wound.

You find yourself unable to move. Unable to speak. You've never been responsible for someone's death.


As you remember the situation you're in, you look up.
You attacker is, understandably, in a very, very foul mood.
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-Crime: Data Breach (PSN)
-Condition: Poo'd
-Contact: Lil Ol' Peter the Prisoner
-Item: Pamphlet
-Item: Brown Camo Prison Uniform
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-Kill Count: 1

> Spin onto my back and kick whatever douchebagel just punched me. Both legs. In his face. - [5]

As you start to get a grasp on the situation, you spot the guy who punched you stumbling towards the table while being chased by Elim, who is smacking him repeatedly with a chair.
It looks like something from a Benny Hill movie.

As he approaches, you get an idea.

Spinning around on your back you position yourself such that your feet are pointed towards the little douchebagel.
"Ey! Wunderhoy!"
He turns around, his mouth in a gigantic grimace, only to be met with a double kick straight to the face.

That's gonna leave a mark.
"K.O.!"
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-Crime: Embezzled $24 million from a previous employer
-Condition: Dislocated Jaw
-Contact: Kenny the Prison Guard
-Item: Pamphlet
-Item: Prison Uniform
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-Kill Count: 0

> Finger to eyes, knife to palm. - [4]

You run at the skinny little perv screaming, stabbing, and poking in frustration as a new wave of headache pain hits you.

Before you know it, he has a knife to your neck.
"Just be a good girl and this can all be over with quickly, and we can al-"

You grab his wrist and punch his knife wound.
"♥♥♥hole!"

He immediately keels over in pain as you rip away.
What a loser.
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-Crime: Homicide
-Crime: Assault
-Condition: Nasty Headache
-Item: Pamphlet
-Item: Prison Uniform
-Item: Bloody Knife
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-Kill Count: 0

> Fork to the Face. - [1]

You charge towards the fat man, fork in hand. You get within stabbing distance and get shoved back.
As you both attack each other with forks, it quickly turns into a fork duel.

"Ha!"
"Aya!"
"Hrngh!"
You both skillfully strike back and forth until the fat man skillfully strikes at your hand, sending your fork flying into the air.

"Checkmate." the fat man laughs as he points his fork to your throat.
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-Crime: Killing the entire population of his Hometown, and baking them into his baked goods
-Crime: Assault
-Item: Porkchop (Pamphlet)
-Item: Prison Uniform
-Item: Fork
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-Kill Count: 0

> Keep hitting him with the chair. - [3]

You run over to the man, chair in hand, and begin to smack him with the chair.

It looks nothing like wrestling. The chair doesn't shatter, and he doesn't collapse to the ground. He just stumbles around as you hit him as if it were a gigantic fly swatter.

It's just starting to seem futile when Matt double kicks the man in the face.
He spins around a couple times before collapsing to the floor unconcious.

"K.O.!"
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-Crime: Espionage, Assassination, Sabotage
-Crime: Petty theft
-Crime: Assault
-Item: Spanish Pamphlet
-Item: Prison Uniform
-Item: Plastic Chair
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-Kill Count: 0

> Finish this crap. - [2]

"Alright, Jo-Jo. Let's get this over with."

You stab forward, and at the last second, the little twerp turns around.
You couldn't help it. It was too late.

Jo-Jo collapsed to the floor, just like everyone else you've killed.
But this was different.

Jo-Jo began to mutter.
"Big... brother..."
Then, he went limp.

His last words.

Now this is personal.
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-Crime: Murder (20)
-Crime: Manslaughter (10)
-Crime: Assault (8)
-Item: Knife
-Item: Prison Uniform

> Restrain the little twerp. - [1]

Glock goes to stab when the twerp kicks you in the nuts.
It hurts like hell.

Then, he spins you around.

You struggle to stay on your feet.
Finally, your grip loosens and you collapse onto the floor, a knife imbedded in your ribs.

Time goes in slow motion. Glock's horrified face fills your mind.
"Big... brother..."
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-Crime: Manslaughter (2)
-Crime: Assault
-Item: Fork
-Item: Prison Uniform

> Payback. - [1]

You get up onto your feet to confront the bastard who hit you only to get smacked again.
And again.
And again.
And again.

The little ♥♥♥hole finally lets up when you hear a voice from behind you.
"Ey! Wunderhoy!"

You turn around to tear him a new one when your face explodes in pain.
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-Crime: Premeditated Murder
-Crime: Assault (6)
-Crime: Manslaughter (5)
-Condition: Bipolar Disorder
-Condition: Broken Nose
-Condition: Unconcious
-Item: Knife
-Item: Prison Uniform

> This is getting tiresome. Finish it. - [6]

The broad comes running at you kicking and screaming, but you just dodge around her and come up from behind.
Within seconds, she's in your grasp.

She smells so nice.

"Just be a good girl and this can all be over with quickly, and we can al-"
Before you can comepletely finish your sentence she grabs your wrist and punches you right where your knife wound is.

You keel over in agony as she rips away.
Maybe that knife went a little deeper than you thought.
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-Crime: Murder in the First Degree
-Crime: Assault (4)
-Crime: Sexual Assault (2)
-Condition: Knife Wound
-Item: Knife
-Item: Prison Uniform

> Get the fat dude. - [3]

He comes running at you with his fork but you just push him back.
You quickly engage in a fork duel.

"Ha!"
"Aya!"
"Hrngh!"

Finally, you deal a disarming blow, and his fork goes flying.
You laugh.
"Checkmate."
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-Crime: Bank Fraud
-Crime: Manslaughter
-Crime: Assault (2)
-Item: Fork
-Item: Prison Uniform