[blenkarnie]

Max:

"The other blood-soaked badges on the Max Payne forum were going apeshit on the preliminary drawings. It was a cold day in March and Max III was'nt coming out any time soon. But it was on the way and I was eyeing the nurse at the other end of the corridor who helped to stitch my face back to something resembling a human being. A blurred image of Mona holding flowers or was it a bunch of grenades? stood like an apparition at the side of my bed. What was the Dylan song? (ra)Mona come closer?

"Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines."

The words ran through my head like a train over a Brooklyn flyover as her hair fell like snow over my face and she whispered it was gonna to be allright. "They won't let you down Max but they can't do anything about your looks." There was no remedy for my condition, even Remedy had deserted me and I was now in the hands of some Take-Two Rockstar geeks who might or might not give me a bright furture. I knew that there was a new guy in town by the name of Alan Wake, he was after my job. I was gonna have to shoot my way out of this. Meanwhile back at the mansion..."