Set of drawings , dedicated to the story of Hugo Hildscher (sorry, no translated version yet). The illustrations are presented in a plot-chronological order (that means, not in the order of been drawn). Music associations from other franchises are included.
Watch the pictures and annotations in the commentaries.
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05.05.2012 в 18:54Kane`s Family Theme (from “Kane&Lynch” the game)
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"…I remember standing there so long that finally I got my ears frostbitten badly. I`m still half-deaf in one ear. That was the eleventh Christmas in my life. And there was absolutely nothing merry about it…"
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05.05.2012 в 19:14Shunt (?)
PS. Actually, this was the first drawing of Hugo Hildscher`s image, but the result appeared to be far from what I`d expected ― Hildscher come out just too young. Moreover, I made a gross error concerning the position of the characters relative to each other ― I think that is noticeable. Later I remade the image of the character, but this very picture is also not so bad, so I decided it could depict Hugo in his early years (on this picture he seems to be twenty years old, I think). But even in this case the drawing has a lot of logical mistakes ― for example, that years Hugo had no dog and knuckle-knife yet (in his right hand), and his fire weapon should be the “Colt DS”, and not the “Springfield” (in his left arm), which actually belonged to his father. Maybe I will do a full-fledged remake sometime, but not now.
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05.05.2012 в 19:17Count To Six And Die (by Marylin Manson)
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"... This happened when I was young and had just started serving as a patrol. I and my workmate were charged to deal with some mess in a private house ― a women called for police and cried in hysterics, that her husband had been beating her severely. Quite a typical story for criminal archives ― but not for a typical average, maybe. Anyway, we didn`t expect any complications.
We arrived at the threshold, but no one tended to open the door. There was still noisy inside, so we had to break into by force... The first thing I saw, when the door swept open, was a grown-up furrian pinning a little furrian girl down to the floor and strangling her with his own hands. I pull out my gun and shot without any doubt...
That was her father. His blood was on her face. Her mother had been already dead by the moment we arrived ― her corpse was lying nearby.
Now it`s not so simple to recover, what feelings I had during that unceasing minutes. Why should I, though? The one thing I remember was her look ― in her eyes there was a wild, unspeakable, savage fear. And it was not the cause of that fatal evening, I guess ― not just that, I mean. They say: “Eyes are the mirror of the soul”, so I wondered, what images her eyes were trying to hide. I imagined that, and my next will was to shoot myself.
I don`t know what happened to her next. After some auxiliaries arrived we had no more authority to stay ― we just turned back to work, as if nothing serious had happened. Well, I think she was kept on the police station the whole night, the she was surely put in orphanage or even worse ― in asylum or something like that. Her fate stayed vague for me ― and I was so shocked that I even had not memorize her name... I still regret this deeply ― she was the one of those few who I was lucky to find alive at the locus delicti afterwards..."
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05.05.2012 в 19:24(A full-pledged variant with completed background, title and scar - though it doesn`t cover half of the face, like in the later works)
X Marks The Spot (from ”Saw” the movie)
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05.05.2012 в 19:27PS. (The final version of Hugo Hildscher`s image and a re-make of the first drawing; scar, dog and other details included)
Count To Six And Die (by Marylin Manson) (PS. I know you`ve heard that already, but it`s a character`s main theme, so I put it here again)
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05.05.2012 в 19:30- - -
"… Once a week I come here and spend one single hour. I walk alone, although that doesn`t mean there is no one else over here. I seek for my favourite bench ― for some reason it was the only one in the whole park, and no one occupied it in presence. There is a big and lonely maple tree nearby ― an only one in the area and just again I wonder why. I stay alone with the maple and start to compare myself with it involuntary ― my nonentity with its greatness. Before the day I was born ― this maple had been here already. From year to year I grow older and become weaker ― and this maple gets stronger and bigger every century. My body will be absorbed my earth and not even a single mark is going to be left after my death ― and this maple will still be staying at this very place, alone as always. At the moments like this everyone, who is able to think and who stays alone with his troubled thoughts, tends to ask himself: “Here I live ― so what`s the point?”
Anyway, I know only one answer to this question, and it is quite enough for me to feel relaxed...
... At least a one single day I`m coming here ― nobody is going to be robbed or murdered."
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05.05.2012 в 19:32Count To Six And Die Autopsy Remix (by Marylin Manson) (PS. Собственно, опять звучит главная тема, только в немного измененном, более пафосном варианте и без слов)
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"... I often saw him staying overnight in the office. He was just watching some records the whole night. I always wondered what on earth could keep him from going home every evening like everyone..."
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05.05.2012 в 19:33PS. No description in english, sorry
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05.05.2012 в 19:34- - -
"I`ve got a stamped certificate, you know!"
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05.05.2012 в 19:35Eine Kleiner Elevatormuzik (from “Half-Life” the game)
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(Hugo): "― You`ve got some nerve to enter without knocking."
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(Elza): "... When I met him for the first time, I think I felt creepy all over. A weird blank eye with a terrifying scar across was staring at me - and I`d just stiffened in the doorway. That was a hard impression… "
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05.05.2012 в 19:36Devine Sacrifice (from “Prince of Persia Warrior Within” the game)
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(Elza Hope): “... That night I was escorting detective Hildscher, as usually, on his way to some another slum. He had been sitting in his office the whole day ― I was never allowed even to enter it ― and then, suddenly, he dashed out with some intention. I had to hurry ― detective always ignored me, so if was not able to catch up with him, he would just leave alone. That would suit him more, I guess...
We stopped at some gloomy warehouse. Detective ordered me to guard the entry and then sneaked inside. I hated him for doing that each time... but I could not help it. However less then quarter of an hour passed, as I heard shouts and sounds of gunfire from the inside. At last I got a strong reason to disobey the direct order, so I stepped in...
When I entered, it had been already quiet everywhere. After wandering the gloomy passages for a while, I saw detective at last ― he was standing motionlessly in silence, staring thoughtfully somewhere in front of himself. I stepped closer and then saw something unimaginable.
Of course, while working in police, I used to see corpses. But I never used to see a body maimed so badly; I never used to see so much blood ― I hardly ever could imagine so much blood... And I never used to see a child corpse.
I got frozen to my place, unable to feel my own limbs; I was goggling my eyes, opened my mouth, hesitating to pronounce something, but it had got so dry, that I felt a prick pain in my throat. My supper wanted to get outside, and I doubt I would bear long enough to reach the exit, if a detective`s voice had not sober me:
― Feeling dizzy? ― he said calmly while lighting a cigarette with a straight face. ― That`s my routine…”
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05.05.2012 в 19:38Bomb Defusal (from “Splinter Cell Double Agent” the game)
read the annotation below
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05.05.2012 в 19:38Not so many years ago, Christopher was a nice attractive furrian-ferret, charismatic and fascinating, humorous while talking and unmatched while working. And his work was quite a noble deed ― doctor Malkolm was known as a skillful surgeon and carried out first-class operations on the heart. He also loved children. Actually, an incredibly hard case of removing a tumour from the body of some little girl, whose survival had been rejected by other specialists, brought him worldwide fame. And long before starting his career, mister Christopher successfully graduated from the medical department and defended a thesis at an early age. He even wrote a a scientific treatise, which became quite popular among his colleagues. This ferret was a genius ― there is no reason to deny it. So much the more stunning and dramatic was his fall, which entailed a chronic trauma and diagnosed something much more dreadful, than a malignant tumour...
The respectable ferret (which was rarity) occurred to have unclean hands, which is a nonsense for any physician ― he got caught in some affair connected with illegal traffic in blood bank from his own clinic. Doctor Malcolm`s sullied his impeccable reputation and crashed his career hopelessly. After a long chain of trials he had to leave his clinic and native home, and afterwards he was not heard of again. For a period...
This period came to an end on the other edge of the earth. My department investigated some tangled case of smuggling fresh- extracted organs. At the same time we started to get information about people and furrian missing much more often. Moreover ― that were very young people and furrian. In the process of prolonged and not quite honest work (I got to tell the truth) I finally caught a trail of some “Doctor Schinder”. He had already caused a sensation once or twice by killing half a dozen “call girls” and turning their inside out with a professional exactness. Looked like a Jack the Reaper of today. But that was nothing compared with a slaughterhouse, which was yet to come.
A mysterious maniac uncovered even more creapy details of himself. In some gloomy place, forgotten even by the devil, in the basement of an old church there lived and worked hardly the infamous doctor Malcolm. He had not lose the positive features of his temper ― that could not be said about his mind though. An albino-ferret held a small half-legal morgue and resembled a ghost himself. Even those, who had no reason to be afraid of something in the world, were afraid of him. The reason was not his gloominess at all ― just quite the contrary, this furrian was still very talkative, cynical, fond of mean jokes, and looked like a light-minded dentist in general. But none of his clients ever accepted an invitation to a tea ― just a visit to such doctor was enough to feel happy being alive and able to get out. So what such horrible this person was still doing? Well, apart from his official charges...
His petty creepy business covered much more creepy and far-going affairs. Doctor Malcolm was the one, who sold the internal organs to suspicious customers ― his old sin had been even aggravating all this time. But he needed a fresh stuff regularly, so he organized his own “home-delivery” ― and the living source were all those young people and furrian, that were missing. The majority of them were under aged ― he still loved kids.
Christopher invented an original entertainment. He had taken a great interest in the history of medicine from the times of the Last Great War. Doctor Malcolm wished to repeat the experiments of western and eastern military surgeons, so he dissected his doomed patients alive. That`s how he got his symbolical nickname and terrifying reputation. He taped his bloody experiments in order to organize a “visual aids”. His records became amazingly popular among some other perverts ― the “snuff”-lovers.
Two features I and this mad evil doctor had in common ― his pedantry I had already mentioned. The second thing was our love for dogs. Josef and Rascher ― that`s how he named his charming pets ― I would like them more if they hadn`t tried to kill me. I finally lost any sympathy for them after I found out, that their owner fed them the remains of his own dissected victims.
And I hate his scalpel ― that damn thing took away my eye, that had occurred before I moved to the Western Continent. That damn thing I wished to use while planning to kill Cristopher after he had avoided the trial and got into psychiatric asylum ― his clients were quite thankful mighty people. Not much time will pass before he returns to his disgusting deeds, I`m sure. I regret I caught him alive. I didn`t even manage to kill him afterwards ― I didn`t manage to repeat my father`s experience.
But I never make the same mistake twice. None of my suspects lives till the arrest ever since...”
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05.05.2012 в 19:40Deja Vu (from “Hostel” the movie)
Devil in the details (from “Hanna” the movie)
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“… You shall never recognize a maniac by just looking on him ― that`s what I heard long ago. Firstly I made no account of this. I believed that no one`s face was really able to conceal the marks of his evil deeds. But I was wrong.
Lie is a great force indeed. Sometimes you don`t even have to tell lies ― simple ignorance is able to mislead much deeper, than any tricky words.
Alexandro Le`Witch was a furrian with angelic face, disarming sincere smile and otherworldly look; intellectual with gallant manners, whose talks are never boring; rather young successful businessman, who managed a small set of so called “hostels” and patrimonial toy factory; exemplary family furrian, equally loyal to his business and family; loving father ― though it is hard to imagine a producer of teddy bears, who would be indifferent to kids. This hare was perfect. At the same time, he had such a gentle temper and naive sincerity, that his harmlessness seemed to be unquestionable. But I was also doing my work perfectly ― and I also wished sincerely my intuition to let me down this time...
One of Alexandro`s establishment sharply differed from others. It gathered people, who were looking for some rest and entertainments, paying money for that and getting service for their money. Nothing original, with the exception of one fact ― the main entertainment, which was serviced there, was murder.
Under the ruins of some old factory, which was producing toys in past, there was a huge basement. It resembled a labyrinth of torture chambers ― and it probably was it in some even more distant past. Now they were called “rooms” and were rented out to customers for a defined period of time. During this time the customer could represent himself an executioner, who was also given a slave-victim and appropriate tools. In other words, that was a business, founded on the satisfaction of sadistic wants of some rich mad bastards.
The expectant victims were chosen properly according to the customers` orders ― up to the sex, race etc. They were chosen from the masses of unwary thoughtless tourists ― mainly youths. Then they were kidnapped, delivered to the den and sold to their buyers. Afterwards they were doomed to tearing apart by the maniacs, whose perverted imagination could make a rich addition to my archive of investigations.
Le`Witch also was a frequent client of his own establishment, as well as an inveterate slaughterer. Most of all he preferred young pretty girls ― like all mythological monsters. I don`t have any idea, what he was doing to them, all signs of customers` presence were cleaned carefully, like in any place of Le`Witch with good service. And I can`t say the lack of evidence made me upset ― that was something that an average one hardly could even imagine, even in the most malicious joke.
But the life tends to love mean jokes. Alexandro Le`Witch, the maniac with angelic face, was not just a fiend from hell ― he was a master of this very hell. Life tends to shock, as well as any woman.
To the majority of bastards, which were caught by me, I felt scorn and disgust. But no matter how disgusting was Le`Witch himself, I could not help feeling sorry for him. The ones like him had everything to be considered self-respecting happy individuals ― but just these very individuals appear to be struck by tumour more often, than others. His tumour was terrible and incurable. Le`Witch confessed himself though, that he chronically suffered from the fit of nerves, during which he became absolutely crazy. He just forgot to mention, how he tended to relieve his tension. Also he was often whistling some weird melody from the music box he made himself, meaning of which was clear only to him...
All my life I have been exploring the violence, its forms, logic and motives. Long before facing Le`Witch I understood, that violence needs no logic or motives indeed. Each of us keeps an embryo of devil deeply inside ― the primeval, wild, insatiable brutality, deprived of any reason, as well as any sense. Human just instinctively like to kill, like all predators.
That`s why I was not shocked. Just dispirited a little, like always. I still had no answers to the mystery of life. Its puzzles had no logic, and its riddles had no clue.
It was just a malicious joke, no more...”
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05.05.2012 в 19:43The Life (by Dope) (PS. На самом деле этот трек относится только к одному моменту ― нападению на конвой, см. описание ниже)
Gothic sounds (from “True Crime” the game)
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“... The words I usually say about my job are: “My life`s a hell, in which I struggle against demonic fiends every day.” For some time now the metaphoric meaning of these words became more approximate to the real life.
There is a great difference between a gang of thugs and an organized band of well-trained criminals ― so I thought in past. I did not pay a serious attention to these goon-packs wandering in the slums and loving to show off. But these very goons appear to be turned into a well-manipulated group of inveterate law-breaker much quicker and easier, that anyone else.
“The Stimfal Birds” ― that is the name of a group, which seemed to be another mob of young outsiders, who dressed in black, painted their faces and bodies with the mascara and listened to some crazy music. But actually they appeared to be the real fanatics following their own religion, which presented nothing good ― that was something satanic or else, I don`t give a shit.
The leader of this group was a girl named Regina Tepes. No one other but she turned this harmless theme-circle into a band of criminals, who were operating robberies, racket, murders and dealing drugs; these bands consisted of the furrian-teenagers and hold the whole urban districts in their leash. Together they were directed by the one common obsession, which by-turn was skillfully manipulated by one-single bitch. I hated here sincerely ― because not a single even most brutal and principled assassin may be as dangerous and terrifying, as a whole bunch of reckless savages, for which a single urge is quite enough.
But Regina was worth the whole bunch herself. After facing her I got imbued with the antipathy to the kitchen knifes and young housemaids forever. Miss Tepes not just held the audience well, but also handled cold weapons and used her own body perfectly. She seemed a run-away acrobat to me. To say honestly, I would rather face the Rottweiler-dog with my bare hands, than this witch being fully armed. Her collection of stylets, which were flying not worse, than bullets, made me hate even my own brass-knuckles bayonet. She was also always surrounded by her own bodyguards, who differed from the other mass by their status, skills and age. I hated them even more. They seemed to be the very backbone of the band, who were running dirty business ― and the other kids were just petty performers.
In fact I did not manage to figure out eventually, who Regena Tepes was actually representing ― whether she was just a good girl of her “elder-brothers”, who were guarding her and using her not more than just a public speaker; whether she really was an evil mastermind with the backgrounds of some rebel-girl, who had run away from home with some money stolen from their wallets and looked for the source of raising her self-esteem all this time; or maybe she was really just a little crazy bitch, whose anger, cruelty and perfidy mixed with the images of her inner-world, which she was hard to escape from. All this turned into a clew of insanity within her image... which was not deprived of sense and some devilish inexplicable charm, I must say...
However, even all these heavy sins would not engross my attention if not a one more feature of this “club”. I have already mentioned the religious fanaticism, which was the main motivity of their group. But the kids got carried too far away.
Their obsession turned into a cult, which gave birth to the whole rituals. One of those ones was the “sacrifice to gods” ― ones a month they picked the youngest girl in their mass and murdered her in quite a brutal way. Burned alive, for example, or methodically stabbed the body, which caused a long and painful death. I don`t think the people were ruled by just bare words ― most of them depended on strong drugs. But the fact is that the “Queen of Stimfal Birds” thought up a hellish entertainment for herself and at the same time ― the secure way to rule the army of her slaves. All of them were loyal to here and were intimidated by her rules so terribly, that no one even dared to tell the outsiders anything about the horrors from within ― within the building of some abandoned gothic church. I failed to find their sacred lair until one gloomy case occurred... ”
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05.05.2012 в 19:44The Last Drops Of My life (by Pain)
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"...One day a pare of youths appeared at my office ― a young girl and her boyfriend; they called themselves ex-members of the “Stymfal’ cult. They told quite a creepy story. The girl appeared to be the youngest female-member of the cult, so she was chosen to be another “sacrifice” and to be ritually killed in a few days. Her boy could not accept such terrible news and helped her to escape; so he became the “traitor” and doomed himself as well. The poor kids knew they`re going to be found anywhere, do they broke off with the cult and ran to police, then they were directed straight to me. I don`t think they were the only ones who tried to look for help ― I bet the previous guys just didn`t manage to run too far away. Anyway, I got a clue at last in this investigation, but I paid too high price for it.
Twenty-four hours later this pare was decided to be hidden in some safe place for a while, where they should be properly guarded, like the valuable witnesses, who had also been in deadly danger. However, on the way our escort was attacked by this gang of savages ― I had never seen anything so daring for the whole life. Two cars just pierced us in the forehead, and three more tried to surround us; three attackers were severely injured, but they reached their goal, nevertheless ― the girl was kidnapped during all this mess. The boy was saved by me from stabbing from behind, and I saved myself by miracle as well. We lived through a metal grinder, but still there was no time to relax ― we had to find their lair until we had some time. And the time we had was not so much. The terrified boy just could not shut up and never stopped describing, how his ex-friends were going to kill his girl.
Eventually, we found their place ― it was in some dark old church, which was ideal for such mobs. But we were too late. I did not manage to save the last “sacrifice” ― by the moment we came in her agonizing body had been living its last minutes. I used to see maimed corpses. But that was really something satanic...
“... I`m never going to forget that boy`s wild despair. I did not let him to came in and see his girlfriend`s corpse, and I think I was right ― he had no need in that. Gone mad with grief, he was tearing his hair and crying, as if he was possessed by devil. At last he just sat still in deaf silence, like being paralyzed. I was standing just in front of him and looking down on his convulsions... I kept silence as well and felt something different from what I had expected ― I thought I was going to feel scornful, looking on that young, dumb and light-minded piece of trash, who just wished to play some brutal games and paid the life of his beloved one for that. But even my eyes revealed my true feelings ― I was feeling sorry for him. After all, we all are living people, and we always make mistake. But not everyone is smart enough to realize his own mistakes and even try to fix it until it is too late. This pair made a right decision just in the last moment before stepping into abyss. But the land yawned under their feet eventually. It is unfair. No matter how rude the mistake is and how silly its maker is, everyone has got a right for a chance to fix his own mistake. To tell the truth, that was me who really should cry and tear his fur apart. These kids had done everything they could ― they came here in hope that the grown-ups could help them. I could help them. But I failed this time... like all the times before and afterwards...”
My last clash with Regina Tepes occurred in some industrial factory. Like I said, the witch mastered her knifes skillfully ― I got one-pare of scars from her. But none of them may be compared with those in my soul. As well as those, which I left on her face ― I know the loathsome creatures like her get away from law sometimes, but here maimed face should never let her to escape from her own sins.
Of course, the report says it was an accident. Afterall, we were at the industrial factory... "
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05.05.2012 в 19:46Final Destination Main Theme (from “Final Destination” the movie)
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No english description, sorry
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05.05.2012 в 19:48Godeatgod (by Marylin Manson)
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“… A young fellow named Cheaps ― he is just an ordinary dolt. Puny, cowardly but tenacious as well ― severe streets tend to get rid of such a rubbish usually. Probably he was just a small fry ― so small, that he was simply overlooked by this giant brutal world. But this tiny feeble fish was dwelling in the deep and deadly waters.
When I met him for the first time, he had sunk up to his ears in some shady dealings ― as shady as those streets that raised him. Those streets consisted of dark corners and filthy slums…
No one is born being good or bad. Each of us becomes the same thing that surrounds him permanently. This furrian guy was not so bad at all ― he was just too young and silly enough to step on the way with no turn back. Eventually, the darkness of this way gave him such a scare, that he started looking for a daylight desperately. So he faced me... ”
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05.05.2012 в 19:49Mister Superstar (by Marylin Manson)
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”… Carl Chickster is a rooster well-to-do with huge profits and a proper self-appraisal; according to rumors he is a former Royal Counter-Intelligence agent, who has sold the lists with the names of his colleagues for a fantastic sum; at present he is the richest furrian of the Western Coast, who keeps luxurious entertainment places and permanently loafs around in his own casino; moreover, he is a head of one of the biggest and most powerful criminal organization on the continent, which has a wide range of activity, starting from racket and ending with smuggling and illegal selling of commodity, including people and furrians. The magnate concerned himself with the latter not so long ago but quickly realized the profitability of his most mean and immoral line. However, the rooster preferred to spend his time while getting fleeting pleasures and expensive suits. In fact, he never did his business by himself and left it to his henchmen, so he was just a tip of the iceberg. I think, that would eventually destroy him ̶ if I had not reached him first, he would be betrayed and thrown down by his own subordinates, who were actually the true managers of source of income of the rooster, who did not care about how, who and where got his money from. On the other hand, they had no reason to get rid of a reliable cover, created by a big shot, which was not hindering the progress of the system.
However it was, I cleaned this cesspit to the bottom ̶ I eliminated the vicious mastermind, the organism, which was raised by him, and all those parasites, who made their profit out of him…”
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05.05.2012 в 19:50NFS ProStreet Main Theme (from “Need For Speed Prostreet” the game)
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"… Fox, working for a rooster and guarding his hen coop - that`s some fun… "
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“... Spending Christmas in the graveyard ― quite an unusual experience. But spending it with Hugo was even more unusual. for the first time this creature ― the most unapproachable out of anyone I met before ― allowed to be so close by his side. That was a flattering feeling...
Sharp frost and smell of gladioluses... He liked gladioluses...
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05.05.2012 в 19:51Before the storm (from “Hitman Blood Money” the game)
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Benjamin Ratfield is a rat in every way. Being a qualified lawyer, he put the best of his nature into practice ― economy, intrusiveness, duplicity and perfidy. In a word ― he combined business with pleasure.
Ratfield faced the criminal underworld even before graduating. And even then he revealed his unreliable personality, who was ready to play his role skillfully up to the right time and then run his little venomous teeth into his own partners. Benjamin just tricked his clients and made a fortune from that. That was a gamble, but the furrian chose the law as his main weapon not without reason, as it could be sidestepped neatly or used properly.
Ratfield covered the dark deeds of big shots and protected them from justice, then got rid of them just as well by handing over to the same justice and laid hands on their property afterwards. Of course he made a lot of enemies, but even those, who stayed alive, were put inside deep enough to worry about them.
The latest Ratfield`s client Carl Chickster is an influential magnate with solid background but too light-minded facade. Here the rat discovered a whole gold mine and got a source of great income and almost limitless power ― Mr. Carl had distributed all the control over his underworld among his subordinates, and he himself just indulge in vices of luxurious life and hardly took any part in his own business. ”Sly-Rat Ben” took this control over very quickly and seized a great power, which he then used in his own evil deeds, remaining deeply in the shadow at the same time.
Besides his own amusement park and ice-cream factory (which were bringing in quite a fair income) Benjamin was running a much less harmless enterprise ― trade humans and furrians, mainly children, youths and young women, who had been kidnapped and outbid. A real slave trade, which stayed somewhere in the past for averages, but had still been thriving between the two continents under the direction of one rat ― the benefits and self-appraisal of Mr. Ratfield covered all costs and difficulties arose.
But in the stable middle of his activity, Ratfield`s life is suddenly intercepted and severely damaged by Hugo Hildscher. The restless detective outstripped even Ratfield`s mind, leaving no time for the response, as if he was led by Foresight itself. The “Gray BureaucRat” wrongfully counted Hildscher an omniscient sleuthhound ― funny, but the cunning puppet-master did not even suspected, that his enemy was getting information from the same sly and double-faced furrian, as himself ― the only difference was in his miserable significance.
So much the stronger an easy and short-time victory turned Ben`s head and caused him making a fatal mistake ― self-disclosure. Something that neither Hildscher nor his intelligencer succeeded in, boastful Ratfield`s done himself. The detective did need anything more ― he could not fight the phantoms, but the prey who left some track had not a single chance...
>>PS. Character based on "Renfield the Rodent" (character from "Sonic the hedgehog Archie" comic series)
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05.05.2012 в 19:52Tears Of (from “Silent Hill” the game)
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“... The light calmly fell on her face ― and I was staring at her, unable to tear myself away. Such a little creature gave so much troubles. I had been looking for her around the whole city and finally found her lying at the doorstep of my own house ― she was sleeping as deeply and peacefully on the mat, as on the bed now. It was much warmer and comfier though ― she was not curling up any more but even scrambled out of the blanket, so I could view her wholly and clearly. It was strange to look at living creature ― so small, fragile and helpless... But nothing could disturb her sleep ― she knew she was in safety.
The longer I watched, the clearly I realized, what a gloomy, depressing and senseless life I had been living all this time. I realized, how much I was tired of seeing death and corpses with no sign of breathing. She was breathing ― so softly and evenly... And that was beautiful.
I wonder what she was dreaming about... I don`t see any dreams ― and I don`t regret, because that would be nightmares, no doubt. And what she was thinking of while being awake? What she had to survive ― I doubt anyone could imagine himself in her skin. She had to live through such a severe suffering too early. Such kids should not think about the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world outside and what they were destined to face in future... Of course, they could not run from it for ever ― but facing it is never too early...
... After all, everything they want ― just to feel protected.”
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05.05.2012 в 19:53Winter Night (from “Hitman Contracts” the game)
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"... At last I see you where you should be long ago - in my hands. I crossed a blood river for that, you know. Remember what you`ve told me that time? - You won`t get away with just a single bullet..."
>> PS. Based on the image from "Kane & Lynch" the videogame poster
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"... I was prepared to any outcome of my life - but I never thought I would be celebrating Christmas ever again. The beginning of this new year is surely gonna be a beginning of a new life..."