The Perfect Run
Chapter 28
After attacking Ghoul with his car in all his previous restarts, Ryan thought it had grown a little stale.
So this time, he hit the Psycho with a truck instead.
Ryan couldn’t find a Japanese one, but the one he ‘borrowed’ did the job, crashing through the walls and tossing Ghoul against the counter. The courier climbed down from the vehicle, carrying a black cane he had purchased at a shop down the street.
“Ghoul, there are a few things I can’t tolerate. The mass-murder? Eh, I’ve seen worse. The child-abductions? Now it gets my blood boiling. Trashing my car, thrice?” Ryan shook his head. “I can’t let that slide, Ghoul.”
“Who the…” As it turned out, a truck did a lot more damage than a Plymouth Fury. Some of Ghoul’s bones had broken upon impact, and he struggled to get back up. “Who the hell are you?!”
“You see this?” Ryan pointed at his hat. “This is my normal magician’s hat. The happy hat.”
He tossed it away and showed Ghoul a new, black bowler hat.
“This is the war hat.”
Ryan put it on and suddenly looked far more intimidating.
“You know me, Ghoul. I’m a model of mental stability and composure. I’m well-adjusted. But now that I’m wearing my war hat? Oh boy! Oh boy, no more Mr. Nice Guy! I will do great and terrible things today! It’s going to be terrific!”
“What are you—”
Ryan hit Ghoul’s knee with his cane, causing the broken Psycho to fall helplessly on the ground.
“Bartender, a Moloko Plus!” The courier ordered the frightened Renesco, before kicking Ghoul while he was down. “It’s going to sharpen me up for a wild night of mindless property damage!”
Because this restart was going to be an espresso.
Short, but intense.
After paying off the Private Security, Ryan moved to Rust Town and stopped his car in front of Paulie’s place. Ghoul’s head and torso were on the backseat, the courier having tossed the rest in a dumpster. As it turned out, the Psycho had great difficulties channeling his ice power without his arms and lower parts.
Or maybe it was learned helplessness at work.
“I have something to confess,” Ryan said, looking at his captive in the rear-view mirror. “I’ve been feeling down lately. The stuff with Len really weighed on my mind, and I still have a lot of work ahead to make up with her. I was aimless, with no main quest or distraction, nor any clear path ahead. I had no distraction to fend off the boredom and existential dread.”
The helpless skeleton looked at him with a mix of abject terror and confusion.
“But now I’m rested!” Ryan said, turning his head to look at the skeleton dead in the eyes. “I’m pumped! I’m on top of my game again, and I’ve got a new main quest! To give your whole gang a wedgie they will never forget!”
“What are you going to do to me?” the Psycho asked, more and more frightened the longer he listened.
“We’re going on a trip to Happyland, my droog!” Ryan grabbed Ghoul’s skull, bringing him close to his own face. “Happyland!”
“Somebody help!” Ghoul shouted, as loud as he could. “Somebody save me!”
But nobody came.
Meta-Gang hadn’t pressed the shopkeeper into service yet.
Ryan announced his unforgettable presence.
rocket launcher at his future
I know we had our differences, but ooh
with the tip
for that facehugger
learned what Ryan had planned, he gave away the rocket
facing a Genome capable of permanently killing him. While Psyshock was dangerous, the courier was confident he could take the maniac out, or kill himself before being brainjacked. From the intelligence he had gathered over the previous restarts, the Meta didn’t have anyone else capable of threatening future
right, especially if he could take out Acid Rain early. Since the Meta had struggled to organize a counterattack when three hundred foot-soldiers had invaded their territory, then logically,
all, who would be mad enough to attack them head-on with no back-up, and no
surprise underneath. The rocket launcher waited on the seat next to him, alongside two submachine guns, and the courier had put the Fisty Brothers gauntlets on his
horror, as the courier drove through the streets of Rust Town at
to be wiped out. They kidnapped children, including orphans under Len’s distant care, enslaved
couldn’t say the same
and Ryan needed to check on that famous bunker for himself. Stealth was a lost cause, from what Shroud had told him, and the Meta-Gang would quickly organize a defense if a
briefly raised his mask to consume red pills. They were doses of Rampage, a Genius-designed, combat-enhancing drug. It boosted pain tolerance, reaction time, accelerated the production of
drug made the user vomit for days and increased the risk of strokes, which was why Ryan never took it during normal runs. Thankfully,
being interrupted, Ryan finally came into view of the Junkyard. Stacks of cars, piles of trash, and cranes overshadowed a three meters-tall fence topped with barbed wires. The metallic items seemed organized into hills of various sizes,
humanoid lizard, two-meters tall, with scales of various colors. The other was a pale woman, whose whole body, from her long hair to her creased face, were as white as
approach, his yellow, reptilian eyes widening upon
response, Ryan screamed like a berserker and
so quick. Ryan ran him over, the body letting out a ‘thump’ as
of trash walls, with forking twists and turns. The Rampage drug started taking effect, accelerating his heartbeat, sharpening his senses. He quickly crossed paths with a few Psychos scavenging the area, Mongrel among them. The mutant raised his head in shock
dived to the ground to dodge a hail of gunfire, but Mongrel took a full volley to the face for
to
through the labyrinth in search of the bunker’s entrance, Ryan heard the sound of
pressure weighing on his shoulders. The same effect as
The Land.
guessed, it wasn’t a perfect spying method. He doubted anyone could oversee
was nearby, the sensor didn’t pay much mind to the Plymouth Fury. She must have mistaken the situation for a return trip, especially since bone daddy
them with driving skills honed over countless loops. The courier guessed the Land couldn’t cause an earthquake inside their HQ,
Ryan had expected something like this. Considering her power, Acid Rain was only effective in
tossed grenades behind him, causing trash piles to fall and condemn the roads behind him. Eventually, after a wild ride, the courier finally reached a twenty-meter tall tower made of rusted cars, debris,
guarded the entrance, the psychotic woman already drawing two knives. Instead of paying attention to her, Ryan focused on Mosquito. Having emptied the
his wings. But while he may have the appearance of a genuine bloodsucker, he couldn’t move faster than a
Fury hit Mosquito head on before he could
SQUASH!
his kind: stuck to
Plymouth Fury finished its course inside the trash tower, sending pieces of Ghoul flying in all directions. Ryan himself had managed to roll over the ground, but the collision with the ground had torn some of his trench coat. A normal human would
Plymouth Fury buried alongside Mosquito’s remains under a pile of debris. “I will make it up
Acid Rain shrieked, charging at him with astonishing dexterity, knives raised. Toxic raindrops already fell on the ground, eating at
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