Utterly Mad

You all blink your eyes as you wake up sitting in an array of chairs. After a moment you all see the figure sitting in front of you. He was dressed in a pair of jeans with work boots and a green shirt. His old leather jacket had a few blood stains on it and you all noticed the mask of his. He said "Why are you here?"
He tilted his head slightly before continuing "Oh, your one of them. So...what do you think your going to accomplish following my path? Maybe you'll kill a few people, get on the news? No, your not going to try and accomplish anything, your not going to live your life to a ripe old age. This path, the one I walked, the one you're about to, all it ends up with is you awake at night waiting for the knock at your door that will end up with thirty-six holes in you when you don't obey the kind officers on the other side of the door."
He shook his head and continued "But you don't care. You're just like me, it's the thrill, or something similar. It doesn't matter if it's a drug dealer, a hitman, or just some one who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You'll do it, then you'll do it again, then again, until someone gets the lucky draw on you and your brains decorate the wall."
He stood up from the chair "You're all going to follow in my footsteps, inspired by all those stupid news stories they ran about me. I guess in a way I'm your father...kind of. Its because of me all of you are going to go out and do what you're about to do." You all heard a door bell ring in the distance "Well, I would keep talking with you but...well it's not going to matter what I say. Good luck, maybe you'll actually do something."
You watched him walk into the dark and after a few seconds you heard a cascade of gunfire before snapping awake. You wonder what the hell that dream was about before looking over at the mask sitting on your dresser. That guy...wasn't that the West Folk Killer, the guy who had been killing mobsters left and right, taking about a few of the shot callers too. You remember hearing that the Mob families had called a cease fire while they all tried to kill him.
Oh well, it was just a dream. And tomorrow you had plans.
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So  what is this? Well it's an RP inspired by Hotline Miami 2, which very thoroughly confused me with its story and disappointed me with the last level, but whatever. Your a vigilante (or just some killer) who was inspired by a famous killer that the news broadcasted about non stop just before he was shot dead outside of his apartment. The Mob has been a huge issue in the city for a long time and he had been going after it and trying to shut them down.
So there's a story if you want to follow it or you can just go off and do your own thing. If this really gets a lot of attention I'm just going to go ahead and cap the player count at five, this way I'm not writing a lot of separate updates since I doubt you guys will work together.

Oh, and I'm thinking about running another version of this alongside the forumside one on discord. You'd all be working together in that one though since I don't think I could juggle a bunch of different 'maps' at once and keep everything straight.

Name: Jericho
Gender: Male
Mask: An old surplus gas mask, and an antique German trench helmet.

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Ability: Starts play with Mouth Opener, a fancy .38 Super pistol with gold fixtures and mother of pearl grips, and Honor, a basket-hilted Scottish broadsword. In general, everything is a helluva a lot more bloody when Jericho's around. Guts fly, heads explode, limbs fly off, all that.

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Description: Jericho is a rangy guy, all lean muscle and strong bone, standing at a little over six feet. He's got short, greasy black hair, pine green eyes, and a general unhealthy pallor to his skin and figure. He's twitchy, anxious, and prone to staring into space for long periods of time.
Background: A former United States Marine, and then a shady figure within multiple paramilitary organizations across Africa, Southeast Asia, and Eastern Europe, Jericho is a man who seemingly cannot stop getting his hands bloody. Since his exit from the last mercenary group he was a part of three years back, after a particularly grueling incident with some diamond miners and their families, Jericho thought he was done with blood, for good. But since then, he's had trouble fitting back into society. Nothing's the same. And, no matter how much he hates to admit it, Jericho misses the blood. He misses the screams, and the fire, and the feelings of life and power that went along with his old work. So, one night in his shitty apartment, after getting drunk as hell, he flipped on the news, only to hear about that vigilante guy who was going around gutting criminals. Now, that was something he could get behind...

Sheet done!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJvdUdriUJQ

Sebastian groans out of bed, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms he walks over to his closet and packs his things into a duffel bag, his axe, revolver, and mask, he zips up the bag and gets dressed into a black turtleneck and a pair of cargo pants. He tosses his pajamas aside in his room and grabs his bag and sets it on the table next to the door.. He walks over to his kitchen and grabs a pair of latex gloves from one of the drawers, cheap ones. He eats a small breakfast of coffee and some toast.

He walks out of his condo with his bag and heads to the parking lot and to his car, a simple sedan that he never bothered to learn what type it was. He stuffs his bag into the trunk and heads to "The Warehouse". "Diner or warehouse... lets hope the warehouse doesn't get me killed."

Sebastian
You drive to the Warehouse through the city traffic. You finally reach the place and find a parking spot. Donning your gear before heading towards the door you spot the two bouncers at the entrance. You were going to need to take care of them before going inside.

Jericho
You make your way to the parking lot and head up a few floors of the complex. You reach the third floor and spot three men standing near an old four door sedan. One of them has a briefcase in hand and a cigarette in the other. The other two were milling about near the car. "When are those damn thugs going to get here, their already a half hour late." One of them wonders aloud.

Sebastian parks his car in a nearby ally, hoping it doesn't get stolen he locks it and scouts around the warehouse for a back entrance.

Sebastian looks at what weapons the other men are carrying, after doing so he draws his revolver and aims at the one with the gold plated revolver. Then pulls the trigger.

Apologies for the late update, had some personal stuff to deal with.
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Sebastian
Two of them were carrying leather coated clubs while the other three were carrying knives. You fire your weapon and watch as the bullet flies through the air and impact the man in the chest. He looked down at the wound for a second before falling backwards onto the ground and you saw a pool of blood beginning to pool around him. The others begin rushing towards you with their weapons drawn.


Jericho
You rush out of cover with your weapons drawn and fire on the two men with AKs. The bullets hit the first man in the throat and spray the car behind him with blood, covering the hood before the man fell to the ground. The second man was hit in the chest and one of the men behind him got covered in blood as his comrade fell to the ground. The men with the brief case and duffle bag ducked behind a car while the other mobsters pulled out pistols and opened fire while the remaining gangster rushed towards you with a machete. The bullets pinged off of your cover and you heard the two men shouting at each other "I thought you checked the garage before we got here!"