Break Through the Steam Game Library

The plot, the players, and with these conjectures, some things are logical.

Just before the actual experiment, I still have some doubts that have not been answered.

Some of the doubts here are actually very doubtful.

What is the purpose of the plot? Is the player one person or a group of people? Where did Dexter's horse's body go? What is the identity of Lu Zongping and his family?

"Hey, you're too smug again."

How can it be!

"You're almost bubbling, haven't you said yet? What are you thinking about, just say it and listen."

I'm thinking, now that we have found the trick, we can get things done soon. When you come, just roll back to the chip and stay, and I, after the trough of life, re-emerged, the Night City is still Fantasy.

"Don't dream. Do you really think you can get out of your body? Why, come out on the first day?" Johnny always knows how to disappoint, "You know? If I am you, don't be so anxious. Send to death."

What do you want to say?

Johnny was smoking leaning on the window sill, and the light that leaked through the blinds passed through his illusory figure, and there was no human figure on the ground. It reminded me some of the scenes described in the early 20th century, and Those afternoons at the community school run by Lu Zongping.

"Anyway, as long as you don't promote the plot, you won't be able to die for a while. It's better to ignore the players or the players, let's go and make a big turn. We all say that we are unhappy before we die. I'm sorry for the great life God gave us.

Which philosopher said this?

"Johnny Silverman, it's him."

OK, I can't agree more.

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Where to start.

I am a street gangster, a mercenary in the Night City. I don’t care about politics. I don’t care about the US or the Soviet Union. I usually have limited entertainment. I don’t like reading. I rarely spend time on fitness. I use it more often. Think about cyberspace and game philosophy. However, I am quite concerned about money. I basically don't lose any of the transactions that the middleman gives me.

I used to be very popular, but because I can't talk now, I always feel a little cold around me. But my friends, I have a lot of words in my heart. If you can read your mind, it would be great. I can talk to you all day without repetitive things. Because I am really a street legend: Hey, how can I say, after all, mercenaries with such a good reputation are rare. I am also a person who gave me the nickname "Night City" Must not be more famous than a thumbing brother?

Johnny’s choice is right. If I don’t touch the plot, time will always stay on this day. Which day is it? I don't know, I really don't know. Probably the story of the game I am in is an overhead background, the summer of 2077.

The eli chip will still make me feel uncomfortable for a while, which is nothing, the girls have to endure a lot of pain, nothing more than one more.

I tried to write a distress letter and post distress slogans on the bedside, but all of this was useless. There was no such thing as a "player" who showed up to help me. On the contrary, I was laughed at by a few friends who came to my house as guests.

Perhaps the player cannot be as omnipotent and omniscient as the Lord Jesus, to help those in need.

Fortunately, I have enough time to try.

The stories that happened during this period of time, one basket after the other, can’t be counted, but I can’t resort to kouhe. Anyone who understands can understand my situation.

Maybe I should write down some interesting stories of myself so that my memoir is not so boring. But please remember, njuge, life is a game, nothing more.

...

So about God, I want to tell a chapter of sin and punishment.

The thing is like this.

The middleman Okada and Utako introduced me to a client named Bill Jablonski, and he commissioned a good hand to help him kill. The meeting place was near Martin Luther King Avenue in the Santo Domingo Valley area.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the appointed place and saw the customer.

Bill is a sad man with a wide forehead, a dazzling haircut, and a scribbled beard. When I saw him, Bill was leaning on the front cover of his pickup truck and smoking a cigarette, short sleeves and fluorescent vest, cut-resistant gloves, jeans and high boots. A typical low-level proletarian worker's dress, with two gloomy eyes hidden under his drooping eyebrows. I know that a person like him has anger in his heart, and Night City does not lack a person like him. I have met thousands of customers, and Bill is not surprising.

He saw me coming, threw the cigarette **** on the ground, and ran it carefully with the sole of the boot.

I usually don't talk, just staring at him.

"Did you introduce him to Gezi?" His tone was rough, but he was cautious. Just listening to his words could tell: This is a poor man who has been driven to the end. He must be cautious. Now I can't stand the pain before I find a professional like me to handle it.

"You're not very talkative? Well, just to make a long story short, I want you to help me kill someone, Joshua Stevenson of Dog Day, let's talk about the specific situation on the road. Come and drive."

I drive, it means there is no gunfight on the road. If I need to do it, these will always arrange me to take the co-pilot. This is very good and very worry-free.

Sitting in the car, Bill himself began to explain the plot: the matter was very simple. The murderer Joshua murdered Bill's wife. He was going to be sentenced to death, but he was saved by money. The justice system disappointed Bill, our victim's family, so he decided to be a judge by himself, and I was the executioner he invited.

The plan is very rough. In the eyes of people like Bill, killing is just banging a gun to scare away the company dog ​​escorting the target, and then executing it justice. On the one hand, he said that the company dog ​​is greedy for life and fear of death, and on the other hand, he told me not to hurt they.

He asked me to meet here in advance, just to wait for the car that transported Joshua to pass by.

Let me put it this way. The patrol car escorting Joshua was driven by a genuine police officer. Bill was so excited all the way, yelling that I shouldn't be lost.

After driving through several intersections, the patrol car was blocked by a trailer that had a sudden breakdown under the overpass. Just as the Suez Canal was blocked at the beginning, the trailer was accidentally stopped in the middle of the road.

When Bill, the co-pilot, saw the patrol car being stopped, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to stop the car.

Holding a small Lexington pistol, he approached the police car step by step, ignoring the warning.

Then he was shot dead.

The mission goal, Joshua, also appeared at this time. He got out of the police car and chanted not to kill, but it was a step too late.

What a compassionate person. The murderer defended the killer. I once thought that the man who was going to kill was actually called Gandhi.

This process happened extremely fast. Because this is a plot, unless I act first, Bill is bound to die. His death was to elicit Joshua. It seems that the key person in this mission is this Gandhi friend.

Joshua Gandhi Stevenson wears a faded orange prison uniform, number 00636, a young man, thin, not tall, small, looks like mixed African descent, skin is considered fair, but has bold and generous lips There are a lot of tattoos, the standard night city street bastard, but his eyes are really different, he is a pious person, anyone can tell.

The guilty world repents in prison, and sincerely repents, begging for forgiveness from the victim's family. If this is the end, then this is a simple old story. What really makes me feel awkward is that capital participated in this atonement.

The man who released Joshua on parole, Rachel Kasich, came from the Fourth Wall Studio, where the best super dream movies were produced.

Seeing this, it is not difficult to guess the whole story of the matter. The fourth wall studio kept Joshua in order to make a super dream film about crime and punishment. The name has been chosen, and it is called enthusiasm.

Joshua’s atonement is to crucify himself on the cross. A man of this kind appeared before 2077, that is, Brother Jesus, who was given the nickname Messiah by the people from the rivers and lakes, and I was the one he chose to hammer the nail. .

He is dead, and this super dream movie will survive. In the words of our Gandhi friends, in order to alert those who are on the dark road, in order to allow the world to re-understand the Lord's decree, and in order to prove the existence of love.

To be honest, this can be regarded as performance art.

...

My commission is to kill Joshua.

But I am a curious person after all. Money or money is not that important at the moment. I just want to see how the plot is arranged.

Along the way, I witnessed his atonement. His mental state was extremely abnormal, as if an absolute spirit was poured into him. Joshua sought forgiveness like a saint, but he was a murderer at all, and now he is a murderer. The mental illness murderer is right. There is only one difference between him and the cyber mental illness that fell under me, that is, his madness is hidden in his words and deeds. He does not have a gun in his hand, but it makes me feel more terrible than a hundred cannonballs.

I am not sure why this kind of plot is arranged in this game, it makes me feel nauseous.

The fourth wall studio made a claim for this film witnessing the atonement of the contemporary Messiah before filming zealously, which aroused a collective protest from the believers. That night, I walked through the angry crowd and came to the filming location.

To be honest, I regretted the last part.

Rachel called me and told me that Stevenson had broken down and needed my enlightenment urgently. Why should they find a dumb person to enlighten someone.

But I came anyway. At this moment Joshua was shaking in the background, with only a loincloth wrapped around his body. His mortal body begged for forgiveness in the face of eternal sacred death. I witnessed his tight strings, because My silence, he seemed to have gained strength from it, and he decided to continue shooting.

What else can I say? Blame my curiosity. I already have a hammer and nail in my hand.

The pale human body with tattoos lying on the cross of the Lord, Joshua murmured in prayer.

I still remember his exhilarating speech: millions of people are addicted to electronic anesthesia, and children grow up in a world where gangs are rampant.

He wants to prove the existence of the Lord by death. Let the world be redeemed from the Lord.

There is no such thing as a master. my friend.

Some are just plots.

Some are just players.

And you and me as tools, do you have a choice?

I can't change the destiny of you and Bill, just as I can't change my own destiny.

The crime and punishment of the plot have already been finalized before the beginning of the story.

"What's wrong, what are you waiting for?"

Before I could speak, I took a good look at the surrounding scenery and looked around. In a quiet blue darkness, the surging red light shrouded the cross low, and the body of the person on the shelf was covered with light as if it were freshly cut open. The watermelon flesh ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ lowered his head, and the gold-plated necklace worn by Joshua gleamed like sad tears in his eyes.

He is not like Messiah, but like Isaac the Lamb.

Turning to look, the photographers, directors, actors, producers, these guys are hiding in the shadows, staring hungrily at the fool's flesh and blood. Like a group of high-ranking gluttons who are in desperate need of food.

No one really cares about Joshua's sacrifice, don't care, the players don't care, the plot doesn't care. He plays his role, capital plays the role of capital, and the plot advances like a train running on a railroad track, breaking all obstructions. The creator of this game wrote this script in order to let those players see how religion works. In this crazy world, the spiritual world of a criminal is distorted. Let them see how capital drank human blood unscrupulously.

These are pretty good.

But me, I don't want to play my role anymore.

People cheer for the film, cheers for the actors' acting skills, but does anyone really care about the sorrows and joys of the characters in the movie? The plot is a window. Colorful flowers are arranged on the wall behind the window, and a mirror is hung to show what everyone wants to see.

Johnny is waiting on the sidelines, there will be battles next, and those will be left to you.

He gave a thumbs up.

"What am I waiting for? I tell you what I am waiting for." As I speak, the world in front of me plunges into darkness, and I can see nothing. There is only silence to accompany me, "Fuck God, **** super dream The movie, **** redeem, why should I listen to you? Whoever you ask to die, must die? He must die willingly and feel that he should die properly. Is this what you perverts want to see? Fuck him Damn it! With me here today, no one can let him die. It's useless if **** comes!"