Sporistics
The Falcon / Analysis
By JasonShadow1138
08/22/2010 - 01:39:05
Type: Story adventure
Rating: 0 (Not rated)
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Intro message:
The sound of police sirens outside my office meant another case had come my way. It's not a pretty job, but their Sporebucks help pay the bills.
The sound of police sirens outside my office meant another case had come my way. It's not a pretty job, but their Sporebucks help pay the bills.
Win message:
Well, THAT was easy.
Well, THAT was easy.
Lose message:
Dude! How did you lose?!? YOU'RE FREAKIN' IMMORTAL!
Dude! How did you lose?!? YOU'RE FREAKIN' IMMORTAL!
Acts
ACT 1 : The Crime Scene
As I approached the crime scene, the Chief stood outside the mansion's door. I could tell this would be a hard case. But then, you don't hire a private eye for the easy ones.
As I approached the crime scene, the Chief stood outside the mansion's door. I could tell this would be a hard case. But then, you don't hire a private eye for the easy ones.
ACT 2 : A Drink
I walked down the dreary streets to my bar of choice, simply called "'the Bar"'. It had good booze, and the bartender was a personal friend.
I walked down the dreary streets to my bar of choice, simply called "'the Bar"'. It had good booze, and the bartender was a personal friend.
ACT 3 : Office
I decided to head to my office where I could sort out what I had. A murder, a burglary, a small black bird. Maybe I should bring that drink with me.
I decided to head to my office where I could sort out what I had. A murder, a burglary, a small black bird. Maybe I should bring that drink with me.
ACT 4 : Meeting
I decided to head to the dock, remembering to bring the Falcon with me. It was time to meet this shady character once and for all...
I decided to head to the dock, remembering to bring the Falcon with me. It was time to meet this shady character once and for all...
ACT 5 : Juctice!
As the guilty party sailed though the stratoshere, I reflected on the nature of mortality. Then I got bored.
As the guilty party sailed though the stratoshere, I reflected on the nature of mortality. Then I got bored.
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