The ultra-violence flickers before my eyes, gun shots fired reaching a final crescendo in an orchestra of death. Bodies piled higher than the walls used to block the memories of my past. The sound of the emptying of pills fills my mind, a quick dopamine hit to echo the protagonists relief of pain.
Time slows down as I dive between doorways.
Corners and doors kid, that's where they get ya. Such advice rang hollow before Max Payne's journey started, but now I truly understood that message.
By the end of the journey, I've become a seasoned killer. A legend of lead, my thirst for blood never truly quenched. A river flows behind me, ready to wash away my adversaries, staining the innocence a scarlet red.
The game's good folks.