GangStar VI

"The latest in Mature Videogame sensations; GangStar VI takes interactive story-telling to the next f*****g level! Players fill the shoes of a small time hood on the lookout for money, power and petty revenge! Also Available: The ROOM Edition;

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Jacob admired the print his face had made in the White Mountain. Flecks of the prostitute's blood tainted its purity, but sexual health was a non-issue here. He scanned the floor muttering aloud as he did so.

'Fingers, teeth, hair…' He addressed the prostitute's headless corpse, or more precisely the gaping hole he had gouged across her stomach. 'Look at the mess you've made!' He sighed theatrically, rubbing a hand down his face, smearing the blood, sweat and cocaine into a fine pink paste. Noticing the residue on his hand he turned away from the corpse, surveying the damage in a mirror. 'And then there's the blood…' With an indifferent flick of the wrist he encompassed the entire room. It was gruesome by gruesome standards; Jackson Pollack at his most morbid. The stale blood spatter of mangled internal organs trickled down the walls like teardrops mixed with cheap mascara. Tender chunks of flesh lined the skirting boards; lengths of small intestine lay discarded, knotted and spun into rope. 'Whenever I get blood on my clothes my mum always…' The sentence trailed off into nothing. He smiled at the corpse, waggling a finger. Crossing the room he flopped down on the bed next to it. Taking the burnt remains of a n****e between fore finger and thumb, he pulled ever so slightly. 'The service here has been rubbish and to be honest love,' It came away in his fingers. '…and I'm ever so sorry but,' He blew the dust from hand, rubbing the remaining ash between two fingers. 'I'm gonna need my money back.'

 

Feeling fresh and looking fine, Jacob stepped out of the elevator with a new found swagger his step. Spotting a vending machine in the foyer he walked over. Fishing around in the pocket of his custom fit trousers, he pulled out some lose change and fed it into the machine. Slapping the plastic button with an open palm, a canned soft drink landed in the machine's reservoir with a metallic clunk. He bent down and took the drink, cracking the ring-pull just a touch. With a finger still on the ring-pull he put the can to his ear, relishing the hiss. He shook his head, smiling. He opened the can fully, noting the difference. 'Disgusting…'

'An energy drink, sir?' The voice was male; African but with a slant that implied a long time spent in the west. While informal, the tone was still courteous. Jacob's head darted in the direction of voice. No sound had accompanied the man's arrival and yet, with every possible entrance either too loud or too far away for him to have practically appeared from; there he stood. He was tall and well-kept. The badge pinned onto the pocket of his suit jacket, aligned perfectly parallel with its seam. It read simply; Manager. 'After your recent exploits, that' He pointed at the can. 'won't make the slighted bit of difference.' Jacob laughed.

'I didn't think it would do, mate.' He took a long swig then sighed deeply for effect. 'I just wanted it for the taste.' He shook his head from side to side, making up his mind. 'Not bad…' He dropped the still full drink to the ground. 'Exploits? You know what I've done then?' The Manager snorted, shrugging.

'Well of course. But no counter measures have been put in place, so…' He shrugged again.

'Bothered, basically...' Jacob finished The Manager sentence with a grin.

'Basically…' Whatever Jacob had done, The Manager genuinely did not seem to care. 'Anything else I can do for you, sir?' He asked as genially as ever.

'Err, yeah… Can I have a gun please?' The Manager didn't miss a beat. Reaching around beneath the back of his jacket, he produced a .50 Calibre handgun. 'Here you go, sir,' he fished around in his trouser pocket, producing several clips of ammunition. Jacob took them gladly, stuffing the magazines into a pocket of his own. He waved the gun around for a bit, pretending to be a spy.

'Bond, James Bond…' quipped The Manager.

'Yeah…Oh my god: imagine James Bond on…' Jacob's voice trailed off, belatedly registering the hint of sarcasm in The Manager's voice. He pointed the gun squarely at The Manager's forehead. 'You've been most helpful.' He pulled the trigger. The manager flew across the room, landing on the cool marble floor with a thud. Satisfied, Jacob blew smoke from the end of his new toy and tucked it into the back of his belt. Looking down at the drink pooled at his feet Jacob sighed, making his way carefully towards the front door. As he cleared the liquid, his shoes left sugary foot prints on the foyer's marble. He felt the slight resistance of shoe pulling away from foot - the sticky drink sucking and releasing a little less with each step – and whistled. 'Crazy…' he muttered, awestruck, taking great care not to let the heavy glass and steel door hit him in the arse on the way out.

Tucking fingernails between steel and flesh, The Manager peeled the flattened bullet from his forehead, like a playing card in a drinking game. As he stood he popped his neck bone, exhaling both in pleasure and pain. He pocketed the bullet and then disappeared, just as you would expect.

'No please, I'm sorry…' As ordered, the woman kept her eyes fixed on the ground. Tears ran down her face, runny mascara scaring her cheek. She trembled with fear. Jacob chuckled manically. The lifeless form of a man, who had died calling the emergency services, lay slumped forward against the steering wheel of his car, its blaring horn first alerting, and then inspiring a swift retreat from any onlookers.

'Sorry for what?'  Jacob screamed. 'You haven't even done anything!' The sobbing continued.

'I…' He had picked her at random, forced her to her knees in the middle of the afternoon and now she was going to die. 'I'm sorry, I just…'

'STOP APOLOGIZING!' A bullet exploded just past the young lady's ear, emphasizing the point. She screamed, bursting into tears anew.

'I…' She took a deep breath, and was instantly calm. She looked up staring defiantly into his eyes. For the first time Jacob saw how beautiful she was. 'I… don't care.'

'What?' Another first; for the first time since he had started playing, Jacob was a completely stunned. 'What?' He jammed the barrel of his gun hard against her forehead. She stayed strong, pushing back against him.

'You don't seem to get it do you, Jack?' Rising to her feet she opened her arms out wide, taunting young Jacob with every element of her body. He sighed.

'No, I get it perfectly…' he tossed the gun aside, turned and walked away.

'I know my purpose, Jackie!' screamed the young woman! 'Do you enjoy that luxury?' Jacob stopped a moment. He turned around.

'You're a bug, love.' He looked for any sign of recognition. 'No? A glitch in the code, an error, a mistake…' he looked her up and down distastefully. '…And one with great delusions of grandeur at that!' He added. 'Yes I do pay attention in school, f**k you very much. F*****g hackers…'

'Yeah well, why don't you just f**k off then?' She glanced first at the gun and then back at Jacob.

'Computer; Close program.' He said. The unstable young lady, the sticky pool in the apartment complex foyer, the gun and the dead man in the noisy car; the entire world around young Jacob Brown lost its lighting, and it various layers of texture until only a complex wireframe remained. The wireframes themselves then exploded into dust to reveal a usually clean but otherwise typical teenage bedroom, Jacob's Bedroom. He stood there in the 'T Position', chin up, arms out at shoulder height. 'Computer; disengage Age Modifier.' Now it was Jacob's turn to strip, from JB; a tall, handsome twenty something, down into little Jackie Brown; pudgy, short and fourteen years of age. He doubled over and fell to the floor, clutching his testicles in agony.

Later That Day…

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JAKE_THE_SNAKE:      I've just ran a copy of GS VI with an AM I downloaded from [ADDRESS REMOVED AT REQUEST OF WEBMASTER] but I've not played it normally (obvisouly) and so need some help. I've asked around and no-one I know has heard of 'self-aware' characters in the game, especially not randoms. Any ideas guys?

KILLA_MIZZLE:             First off congratulations, you're still alive. Whether or not you have suffered any permanent brain damage during your little adventure into maturity remains to be seen…

                                    Seriously kid, the ROOM is not like your Playstation or your Nintendo, f*****g around wit dis s**t WILL kill you. Professionals play test these games for months, years sometimes, to make damn sure they know exactly what the limits of each program are. You start 'adding this' and 'bypassing that' you'll end up with a permanent cap in your a*s. You have been warned!!!

TRAILBLAZER08:          How did anyone as f*****g stupid as you managed to get your hands on a ROOM, kid; Daddy suck c**k for a living? You're gonna get yourself killed, you're gonna be headline news on every country with running water and while the industry is reeling from such a massive blow at such a critical time, Publishers will downsize, delay or even cancel projects. You just put a couple of thousand people out of a job you dickless prick: how does it feel?

JAHMIGHTY:                It aint worth the risk son, Only run legal copies of software. BTW AM hack shrink your balls: FACT!!!