[GENRE]
First Person Shooter (FPS)

[STYLE]

As if it were taken from the pages of a comic with snappy, exaggerated conversation and comic-sans style on-screen text.

[SYNOPSIS]

Max Holocaust is a cop of the "old school" variety, known for his quick-on-the-trigger temper and wise-guy attitude. Think "Serious Sam" meets "Duke Nukem" and you'll have the picture. He's had his share of trouble and done some dirty jobs but after twenty years he has the full respect of the force. Everyone knows there's no one better to have your back in a sticky situation, especially since the lights went out in Hellion Gate. 

Hellion Gate had always been rife with violence and crime but nothing compared to the last two weeks. After the murder of his daughter, Max had almost single handedly taken out the city trash. He was on a mission and arrest wasn't a part of it. He had no idea where they came from or what they wanted, but he was about to find out.

[STORY]

TWO DAYS AGO...

MAX slid his Mach 1 to a screeching halt in the intersection of Main Street and Third. Tonight there were no lights in the city. No cars on the streets and no people moving about, but the moon was full. As always, Max throttled up the engine in two short bursts. It was loud and clear, echoing in the silence. It was his calling card and he wanted them to know he was there. He was pissed. He was looking for trouble. He was about to find it.

Max rolled his head until his neck cracked. "Let's do this ladies."

Two men pushed through the door of the HG Savings and Loan on the corner. Max grabbed his shotgun from the floor mount, ducking behind the door just as bullets flew through his open window. Two more entered the street from the Gate Deli behind him and more bullets busted out his rear window. Looking over the top of his door, Max blasted one of the men from the bank, sending him flying back through the now closed door. 

"Oh, that had to hurt!" Max laughed.

When the other man turned to look at his accomplice, Max let him have it, taking off his arm and sending him to the sidewalk. Already he could hear more men coming, although he really didn't think they were men. Not really.

Rolling to the ground and firing under the car he blew the feet off one of them behind him and jumped to his feet to take out the other straight on. 

"Don't go anywhere girls. Bus is on the way."

When he looked around again, he could see at least six more not-really-men and more bullets were hitting the car. He moved across the intersection and slid behind a dumpster in the alley by the deli, reloading his shotgun as he went. When he stepped out to the edge of the sidewalk again, three of the six were already on him. That was when Minnie showed up. That was when the party really got started.

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

The room looked ancient and it smelled the same. The walls were stone and covered in mold. The floor was marble, probably once shiny, with a star design. In the center was what looked like an alter, surrounded by decaying wooden benches. Torches lined the walls. He had no idea where he was and he damn sure didn't know the ugly dude who was floating above the alter. Since the last thing he remembered was going to bed, he assumed this was a dream. His head hurt like hell and he didn't think that should happen in a dream. There was a door behind him but when he tried it he found it locked. Seeing that he was holding his shotgun made him feel better, until he realized it was out of ammo.

The ugly dude talked too loud and Max felt his head pound with every word. "You are quite a specimen, Max Holocaust. A mere mortal, yet you've almost single handedly defeated my army and spoiled my plan. If I didn't know better, I'd think you had... divine help. Do you Max?" Max thought he heard a small laugh. "It doesn't matter. You can't defeat me. You've only delayed me. We'll take Hellion Gate soon enough, now that you're out of the way... down here."

Max figured he'd play along. This obviously had to do with the beating he put on some ladies in the city last night. "I don't know who you are, bozo, or why you want Hellion Gate, but..."

"Oh, Hellion Gate is just the beginning." The ugly dude interupted him. "And then, well... it's a shame you won't be around to find out. I've arranged for some games to keep you busy, a sort of... underground Olympics. Won't that be fun?"

Max thought it would. "Games huh? More ladies or did you bring some players this time."

The dude seemed a little pissed. "Down here my players are not burdened with earthly bodies. Down here, there are no rules. I think you'll find my players to be a little more... formidable this time. Why don't we start with say... twenty?"

This dude had to be a few cans short of a six-pack. Well let's see how pissed he can get, Max thought. "That hardly seems fair. You sure you don't need a few more?"

It worked. "Enough talk Holocaust! It's time you joined the little girl. Let's play."

Just when it was getting fun the ugly dude dissapeared. "Now what?" Max wondered, still expecting to wake up any moment. That's when the door at the far end of the room opened.

"Is that the way to the party?" Max asked no one in particular. No one in particular replied. He walked to the alter and inspected the items on it. Nothing useful. A bowl with what appeared to be some old, dried blood in it, a book with a title he coudn't read, and a token. "Maybe theres game room in there." He put the token in his pocket.



---when shot he realizes not a dream.