Basic game story, main events

Game Area, the overall map

Characters

Problems, small events

Objects

Voices

Videos, supporting media

Nygård flocks had his hut at Kuokkala church. I could handle the job easier, but I’d always wanted to see the place inside. It was built on during the old order of time with the parishioners’ money before the masses differed from the church. The church went into financial difficulties, it was sold to immigrants for a mosque. But when state revenues plummeted, ran out of the revenues from immigrants too. And the next owner was Janne Nygård.
 

The church did not have nothing to see, but was beaten up for good. The church hall was like a big open office in two floors. Brothel without unnecessary privacy. This way customers and the enslaved sex workers were easily controllable.
 

I was prepared for the task with poison and an old friend of mine: 9.00 mm Glock. Immediately, when I would have a change, I would stick it into Janne Nygård and I would leave the place without further delay.
 
- Days, what should it be for a gentleman?
- I guess there is no need for specialities. A woman for half an hour. What does it cost?
- The man looked at me. First time, huh?
- Yeah, do I get any discount?
- Sure, of course – Laura! The man shouted, and a woman 40+ walked at the place.
- Do him and charge 200 rubles.
 
Laura smiled at me and asked to follow and I followed. We walked up the stairs to the second floor of the structure.
- Well, lets not waste the time, Laura said, and settled down on the bed. Despite the age of his face seemed beautiful and so painful. I just watched her for a moment, and I noticed that Laura started to feel uncomfortable. I think she preferred to be unnoticed.
 
But I did not come to church to see Laura, and went on the top of her, turned her around, I pushed my arms around her neck, and began to squeeze the woman unconscious. Jugulars were closed and the brain no longer received any oxygen, and soon Laura was lying unconscious. In the background is was playing “We were born to die.”

Shamans do not like me, and I do not like anyone. They do not want to be disturbed, but I’m walking close to the crowd and I feel how hostile eyes needle on me. Faces turn to hate when I continue to ignore the rituals of their journey – I do not agree to respect anyone. A group attack of fanatics would be too much for me, and before the voltage reaches the point of attack, I’ll have to respond. I stare them back while I pull my Glock out of my jacket.
 

Shaman turns away and gives a mark to continue the ritual. Two antlered whipper start their work. Sounds of lashing starts without any cries of pain, though pain can be seen on every face. There are many ways and the pain, of course, is one way to go. At the beginning the spiritual dimension is much easier to find with a physical way. But with developed skills you should succeed without it. The use pain only demonstrates the poor wisdom – or simply stupidity.

 
I opened the door and walked few minutes before arriving to the University area. As I looked down to the stairs from Physics’ department I could here the yesterday banging my head, or was it just the quarks from the department’s particle accelerator. I saw there was a jig competition on the Lake Jyväsjärvi. I recognized my old teacher there. He had caught some fish, but as I walked by a guy next to him captured a trout. I felt sorry for my teacher; because he saw the trout and knew he was doomed. He would not win kick sled this year as did not do in so many previous years either.

 
I was supposed to meet my contact at the church to get more detailed information. Our signal was to smooch three times. It was he’s idea – he likes boys. I have no abhorrence for him, but it was the smell which reminded saltwater taffy or bitter honey. And even that minty freshness sweets cause me flatulence, I had to take one to be able to smooch with him. After identification he whispered me: Try to avoid road or any places where we are in danger to be hit by cars. Cars, those greasy beasts, weasels of the modern age kill more people than tuberculoses.

 
I kept moving which is the lifeline of urban warrior. As I walked by the dusty, empty streets of Jyväskylä my nose kept on bleeding. Dust crunched between my teeth and every inhale caused me pain. Well that’s why the painkillers are for. I stop to take my morning drink. It was too early for sherry but it is never too early for Vodka, which God invented because he did not want Russians to rule the World. As I got relief to my pain I started to look more around. I wanted to take some pictures, but I could not jeopardize the mission. Police has risen it’s surveillance after our igloo party last February.
 
I changed to park. Perhaps some of the smell captured on me from my contact because as I walked by youngsters behaved like I was smelling like incontinent drunk, who I actually, was but at the moment I was using adult diapers. Well I was not bothered because I found a suitable track. We should just hide in the bushes from the sight of the indecent eyes. Mission was soon to be accomplished and I could head to bar home.

Raudan vielä maistuessa suussa kokeilen leukaluiden toimivuutta. Kipu on hyvä merkki siitä, että ollaan vielä elossa. Joskus sitä vain tuntisi elävänsä vähän vähemmän, kun tuota ikääkin alkaa jo olla. Lepäsin mielelläni vielä hetken, mutta aikaa ei ole kuitenkaan hukattavaksi ja kohta pitää jatkaa matkaa.

Siispä vähän teippiä leukaan ja painan sierainta kiinni. Sitten lasken muutaman minuutin kylmää vettä vasempaan kyynärpäähäni ja sidon sen kiristyssiteellä. Quick-and-dirty . Ja sitten äkkiä ulos