/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Last thread's talk of Hotline Miami in MGC got me thinking and this thing won't leave my head.
apologies if it sucks.
>You don't know the man. Hell you can hardly hear his sobs for mercy through your helmet as you snuff out his life.
>It's harsh. It's brutal. but it was either him, or you. That's the way it works.
>It was about two months ago that you got that first mysterious phone call.
>You don't remember exactly what it said. Something about pest control over on 4th and Oni.
>You told them they had the wrong number and hung up.
>The next day, someone firebombed your bike while you were away.
>The calls got threatening for a while until you agreed to do what they told you.
>And what they told you to do was to kill, and kill a lot.
>It was hard initially. You barely survived your first outing
>But it got disturbingly easy after a while.
>Recently you've started to notice a trend in your targets.
>The last street gang you wiped out had strong ties with the monstergirl underworld
>Then a group of white collar criminals who helped forge papers for a Tanuki mob boss' underlings
>Then a group of Oomukade Poison addicts who sold shotas to monstergirl gangs for their next fix.
>And now these men. Seemingly completely normal warehouse workers, not even armed like your previous victims.
>Running on a hunch, you check the man's wallet.
>Inside, a picture. The man smiling and holding close his wife and daughter.
>His monstergirl wife and daughter.
>You close the wallet and put it back while you start to connect the puzzle pieces in your head.
>You put your cleaver back in it's sheath and make for your bike.
>You think it's time to find out just where these calls are coming from.
>It doesn't go well.