April 3rd 1989
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Today was like any other day, Just a normal morning
I had already slipped on my clothes and put on my letterman jacket. I walked out of my room and heard the phone
ringing, I walked over to the phone and answered the phone
"You have one new message!" *BEEP*
"Hi, This is 'Tim' at the bakery. The cookies you ordered should be delivered by now ... a list of ingredients are Included ... make sure you read them carefully! ..." *CLICK* . Strange, I don't remember ordering cookies, I then walked out of my apartment noticed a letter with a rooster mask with it as well, I read the note
"The target is a briefcase. Discretion is of essence. Leave target at point F - 32, Inside the dumpster. Failure is not an option. We'll be watching you." A chill ran down my spine, And I walked down stairs to my DeLorean.
I went into the drivers seat and fastened my seatbelt, I felt strange driving to somewhere and putting on a rooster mask, Feeling weird and uncomfortable I drove off to Brickell Metro Station
DU LIEST GERADE
Hotline Miami (On Hiatus For Now)
KurzgeschichtenThis is just something I wanted to do I fuckin' love Hotline Miami this is just a story with some of the characters in the games perspectives. Cover Art Credit goes to my friend Kurt. I DO NOT OWN HOTLINE MIAMI The game belongs to Dennaton
