Welcome to Love & Death Corporated, where our motto is “You Only Live Once”. What is Love & Death Co. You ask? Well, our job is to simple. Are you familiar with death? Yes, it is a scary concept, no doubt about that, but death is not always the end of things. When you die, darkness doesn’t await you. Depending on your soul in life, you could be deemed a good noodle and go into paradise, but if you are a bad egg, you will be thrown into the underworld. But, sometimes, just sometimes, there are runaway souls. When a person refuses to die, despite their time coming to an end, they become Immortals, beings that are not dead, but are not alive either. They do not rot, they do not truly die, and human means cannot kill them. They are on a different plain of existence than what they were in the living world. So, that is where Love & Death Co. comes in. When a soul is on the run, our job is to go out and collect the soul by any means necessary. In the training manual, Page 364, you are probably familiar with the standard issue Love & Death Co. manufactured Soul Reaping Scythe. With this item, you can nab the soul with ease from the Immortal’s body and collect it, but only with the standard issue Love & Death Co. manufactured Soul Reaping Scythe. Just be aware that your clients may not be so willing to give up their soul so easily, and may try to fight you off, some may be willing to kill you. But fret not, newcomer, because death is not the end for employees of Love & Death Co. The many benefits of working here is the free Life Insurance Policy. When you perish on the job, your soul will be returned back to you, assuming you are a human employee, of course. As long as you keep up the good job, you can expect to keep your soul from going to the Other Side. And one more thing, if you are given a job to collect a client’s soul, be sure to collect said soul before the end of the month. Failure to collect said soul before the month is over will result in immediate termination and stripped of any benefits. But, that should be no problem for you, eh sport? Alright, I think you are ready for your first day on the job. Knock ‘em dead kid. Really, knock em dead. And always remember. Our motto is “You Only Live Once”. Bye bye, now.
December 24th, 1998.
Death stepped out of the taxi on a snowy evening. He could’ve taken the Styx Bus Service, but he wanted to give the client here some time to prepare at least, since the bus service was much faster. Death made sure that he was presentable. He checked over his suit with a striped tie, being sure to tuck the rest of his clothes into his light brown khakis. He shook his head as he pulled his suits hood over his skull. He looked down at his briefcase, letting out a tired sigh as he walked over to the apartment, his eye sockets peering over the buttons on the side. One in particular was a worn out button that read “#8”. He rang the button with his boney fingers, a tired voice coming from the other end.
“What”
“Mr. Lando, it’s me”
There was a dead silence, the faint sound of snow falling onto the shoulders of Death more audible than anything else. The silence was eventually broken when the voice spoke again.
“Yeah, come on up”
Death walked into the apartment, heading up the stairs, straightening his tie for the second time. The apartment was only four floors, but even Death felt the stairs were going up forever. But eventually, he reached the door with a worn 8 on it. He rapped his finger on the door, finding that the lock was already open. Death peeked inside the room, finding that the entire room was filled with blood stains all over the place and chalk out lines around the room. Death stepped inside the room, seeing a man with a cowboy attire sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whisky. Death approached the man and responded softly, “Mr. Lando”
“Death, please. It’s Jaguar. Not Mr. Lando. Not Jaguar Lando. Just… Jaguar. Please just keep it first name, alright?”
“Right, my mistake, Jaguar”. Death said as he took a seat across from him. Death placed the briefcase into his lap, opening it as he spoke, “You know, as unfortunate as this is, I can’t get too attached to my clients for reasons such as this, Jaguar. I warned you that the attempt would be a wasted effort. I really did hope that firing you would keep you away from him”.
“Yeah… guess I’m just too damn stubborn, huh?”
“Yes… yes you are… Well, if you have no complaints, I suppose it’s best we get this over with, right?”
Jaguar didn’t give another word. He just took one last sip of his whisky before setting it down. Death reached into his briefcase, taking out a folded up scythe, unfolding it with a loud “click” before he walked behind Jaguar. He placed the blade of the scythe under Jaguar’s neck, ready to pull back. But before he could, Jaguar responded, “You know no one is gonna be able to kill that man, right? He’s been around for too long. He has no point of existing, no purpose, and yet he refuses to die. Nothing is more dangerous than a stubborn man with no purpose. Just forget him, Death. For your sake and for the others”.
Death didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He hesitated with the blade for a moment longer, before pulling the blade back harshley, severing Jaguar’s head from his body, a blue blood-like liquid staining the floor and ceiling in a fountain before a single white specter moaning appeared from the wound that was Jaguar’s neck. Death took hold of the specter and placed it into the briefcase. The words that Jaguar spoke did hold some truth. Could anyone truly kill that man? If Jaguar couldn’t, a professional killer with no desire to live, could anyone truly? Death walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving Jaguar’s corpse there. It was a shell to him now. No soul, no life. Just a husk now.
December 24th, 1998.
Death stepped out of the taxi on a snowy evening. He could’ve taken the Styx Bus Service, but he wanted to give the client here some time to prepare at least, since the bus service was much faster. Death made sure that he was presentable. He checked over his suit with a striped tie, being sure to tuck the rest of his clothes into his light brown khakis. He shook his head as he pulled his suits hood over his skull. He looked down at his briefcase, letting out a tired sigh as he walked over to the apartment, his eye sockets peering over the buttons on the side. One in particular was a worn out button that read “#8”. He rang the button with his boney fingers, a tired voice coming from the other end.
“What”
“Mr. Lando, it’s me”
There was a dead silence, the faint sound of snow falling onto the shoulders of Death more audible than anything else. The silence was eventually broken when the voice spoke again.
“Yeah, come on up”
Death walked into the apartment, heading up the stairs, straightening his tie for the second time. The apartment was only four floors, but even Death felt the stairs were going up forever. But eventually, he reached the door with a worn 8 on it. He rapped his finger on the door, finding that the lock was already open. Death peeked inside the room, finding that the entire room was filled with blood stains all over the place and chalk out lines around the room. Death stepped inside the room, seeing a man with a cowboy attire sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whisky. Death approached the man and responded softly, “Mr. Lando”
“Death, please. It’s Jaguar. Not Mr. Lando. Not Jaguar Lando. Just… Jaguar. Please just keep it first name, alright?”
“Right, my mistake, Jaguar”. Death said as he took a seat across from him. Death placed the briefcase into his lap, opening it as he spoke, “You know, as unfortunate as this is, I can’t get too attached to my clients for reasons such as this, Jaguar. I warned you that the attempt would be a wasted effort. I really did hope that firing you would keep you away from him”.
“Yeah… guess I’m just too damn stubborn, huh?”
“Yes… yes you are… Well, if you have no complaints, I suppose it’s best we get this over with, right?”
Jaguar didn’t give another word. He just took one last sip of his whisky before setting it down. Death reached into his briefcase, taking out a folded up scythe, unfolding it with a loud “click” before he walked behind Jaguar. He placed the blade of the scythe under Jaguar’s neck, ready to pull back. But before he could, Jaguar responded, “You know no one is gonna be able to kill that man, right? He’s been around for too long. He has no point of existing, no purpose, and yet he refuses to die. Nothing is more dangerous than a stubborn man with no purpose. Just forget him, Death. For your sake and for the others”.
Death didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He hesitated with the blade for a moment longer, before pulling the blade back harshley, severing Jaguar’s head from his body, a blue blood-like liquid staining the floor and ceiling in a fountain before a single white specter moaning appeared from the wound that was Jaguar’s neck. Death took hold of the specter and placed it into the briefcase. The words that Jaguar spoke did hold some truth. Could anyone truly kill that man? If Jaguar couldn’t, a professional killer with no desire to live, could anyone truly? Death walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving Jaguar’s corpse there. It was a shell to him now. No soul, no life. Just a husk now.
#1:SULLIVAN:
As you already know.
I kinda stopped playing for a bit, Sullivan is why.
Not to mention. I was shocked the first time. I was starting to like Sullivan..
#2: CHEF ANTOINE:
I think we covered this one :)
#3: BACHMAYER:
Near the end of the 3rd game, Max Payne fights this guy.
It's hard to explain, why it's so hard, just have to see it yourself..
#4: BECKER:
Last boss of Max Payne 3.
And really holds the "last boss" feeling.
In a negative way..
#5: WESKER:
The main villain of Resident evil 5. And final boss..
#6: CEASER:
The final boss of Assasins Creed 3..
As you already know.
I kinda stopped playing for a bit, Sullivan is why.
Not to mention. I was shocked the first time. I was starting to like Sullivan..
#2: CHEF ANTOINE:
I think we covered this one :)
#3: BACHMAYER:
Near the end of the 3rd game, Max Payne fights this guy.
It's hard to explain, why it's so hard, just have to see it yourself..
#4: BECKER:
Last boss of Max Payne 3.
And really holds the "last boss" feeling.
In a negative way..
#5: WESKER:
The main villain of Resident evil 5. And final boss..
#6: CEASER:
The final boss of Assasins Creed 3..
What in the name of god. They are already ready remaking Grand Theft Auto 5.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love Grand Theft Auto 5. I think it is one of the funnest games I have played in 2013. But, seriously, it's only one year old, and already they are remaking it for Playstation 4 and XBox One. Seriously, you should at least give a game some time to age before you remake it. Look at Ocarina of Time, a game which people said is the greatest game ever, which was made back in 1999. The remake for the 3DS wasn't made until 2012, which is years later. Honestly, they are already remaking GTA 5. Sure, the graphics are better, but the thing is that the graphics were amazing to begin with. Why are you remaking this game so early, Rockstar. But, hey, that's only my opinion. What's Your Take
Now, don't get me wrong. I love Grand Theft Auto 5. I think it is one of the funnest games I have played in 2013. But, seriously, it's only one year old, and already they are remaking it for Playstation 4 and XBox One. Seriously, you should at least give a game some time to age before you remake it. Look at Ocarina of Time, a game which people said is the greatest game ever, which was made back in 1999. The remake for the 3DS wasn't made until 2012, which is years later. Honestly, they are already remaking GTA 5. Sure, the graphics are better, but the thing is that the graphics were amazing to begin with. Why are you remaking this game so early, Rockstar. But, hey, that's only my opinion. What's Your Take
*ding dong*
???: what is it?
Henry: hello Simon
Simon: Henry! you still wearing that tux?
Henry: every chance I get
Simon: heh... oh... you brought soldiers
Dex: why does everyone think i'm a soldier?
Marcus: no idea...
Henry: you seem calmer since the last time a saw you...
Simon: I take pills... anyway, why are you here?
Henry: we need you back
Simon: no way! i'm NOT going back to Klintsy!
Henry: we are close to taking down Harper and Dominic.
Simon: why don't fight your own war!
Henry: you are the only one that knows Harper and his tactics.
Simon: ok then, come inside so I can teach you
Henry: you and I both know that he still has some sanity left...
Simon: ... *sigh* lets go...
???: what is it?
Henry: hello Simon
Simon: Henry! you still wearing that tux?
Henry: every chance I get
Simon: heh... oh... you brought soldiers
Dex: why does everyone think i'm a soldier?
Marcus: no idea...
Henry: you seem calmer since the last time a saw you...
Simon: I take pills... anyway, why are you here?
Henry: we need you back
Simon: no way! i'm NOT going back to Klintsy!
Henry: we are close to taking down Harper and Dominic.
Simon: why don't fight your own war!
Henry: you are the only one that knows Harper and his tactics.
Simon: ok then, come inside so I can teach you
Henry: you and I both know that he still has some sanity left...
Simon: ... *sigh* lets go...