It's 1968, a hot summer's breeze blows as two men, brothers, walk down diffrent streets on diffrent cities. And they both hired mercenaries:
-A ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fast Boston teen-ager with a trash-can for a mouth;
-A maniacly patriotic rocket launcher dude;
-A cutie-pie with a flame-thrower;
-A one-eyed negro drunkard with a fascination for explosives, a LITERAL title of royalty and a desire for the death of massive sea monsters;
-A russian bear phylosopher wielding a custom machine gun;
-A 11 PHD ownin', guitar playin', custom genocide machine/anti-physics distance-covering contrapion buildin' texan;
-A m"e(and/or a)"d science dude with the power to play God;
-An "Ausralian" dude with a sniper rifle, an SMG, a really big knife and both a jar and kidney problems.
-A baguette in a black mask and suit, wielding a knife, a revolver, 3 watches that literally bend reality, a cigar case with skin torn from other people and a box that would be more effective if it had explosives inside;

Now, this is a game.