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Some pedestrians will talk to you, some will not. Love that purple hair, though... Anyway, to the North East from The Grim Reaper Club is a bronze gate. So let's go inside to bust some ghouls.
Holy crap these little bastards run fast. You walk in, it's quiet, then this scary quick bass theme starts up and ghouls start running at you like they want to feast on your brains!
I already died once today -- let's not make it two for one.
Hey, look, it's the Crypt Keeper! The years since his show went off the air must have been rough for him...
But hey, why is this random "Help!" box on my screen? Who is crying out for help in this forsaken place?
Remember that scalpel we picked up earlier? It turns out to be the ultimate grave robbing tool.
WHOO! LOOT ALL THE CRYPTS!
[Editors Note: No, seriously, check all of the coffins. Occasionally you will find fat stacks of nuyen.]
Ouch. Poor guy. Maybe we should try using that one random slap patch on this guy...
Actually I was out shooting ghouls for what I expect would be karma, and I just happen to be a shaman that heard your voice coming from inside the crypt... But close enough, I suppose. Details, details...
Before you go, I'd like to know how the hell you wound up behind a locked door in a cemetery crypt, half dead.
...And he just *poofed* on me. Weird. Anyway, I am apparently some sort of shaman. Which, when you think about it, really sucks... Since all of this chrome I'm toting, especially in the datajack department, are only going to diminish my essence and thus my spellcasting ability. But, again, details.
Funny how you have to shoot like 20 of these miserable bags of bones to get one of these handy bones. And they're not exactly easy to kill with the Beretta, either (but who do you think you are, Ash Williams?). I'm sure our dog spirit will be happy with this trinket, too. We can feed it to him or one of his acolytes to keep them off our back, or something.
Just need to build some more karma up so I can buff up before the next section... And might I add how ridiculous the name "Heavy Dude" is.
At this stage of the game, Body and Firearm are the two most important skills that you can boost. I like to get them up to around 5 or 6 before I go to the next big event of the game.
Go back and visit Robert Patrick here so you can ask him about Lone Star, so that he'll offer to sell you a badge for 150 nuyen. Which it would be nice to know that Lone Star were the police force of the future, then all of the previous dialogue would make a lot more sense, wouldn't it? The expected outside knowledge of this game is a bit unfair, I grant, but luckily the internet is the great equalizer in that regard.
Also, to quote Harry S. Plinkett... "What's wrong with your face!?" Seriously, I can't tell if he's got a plate in his head or what, but it looks creepy. Maybe he is indeed a T-1000 cyborg...
Breakin' the law, breakin' the law...
And back to the morgue to see our two old pals... And they didn't run off! Well, I guess it's a good thing my clever disguise of wearing sunglasses renders me completely anonymous to these two blowhards.
Note to self: In the future, Morticians are quite possibly dumb as hell.
Ah, so apparently Grinder was the magic phrase to make them talk to you. On top of having your shiny new Lone Star badge.
You ask about Grinder and in a huff he says he's busy. Yeah, he looks really busy, standing around and all when not hiding in the closet from zombies. Busy avoiding work, apparently.
Awful gutsy mouthing off to the Lone Star, as well. I've played the Genesis game and the P&P version, and as such know that that is a highly stupid move to make.
Awesome; some concert tickets and somebody else's credstick! Time for Mr. Armitage to live large!
Hey, what was that thing I needed a credstick to do earlier...
Oh yeah, I needed a credstick to use the vid phone. Well let's find out who this Sassie girl is, as it seems to be the next best clue as to what is going on around here.
Funny you should mention that, actually I was dead for awhile there... At least if you believe the guys from The Morgue, and some other guy who got shot to death in a back alley right after I talked to him and then I stole his gun... But nevermind that, we're fine here, we're fine... How are you?
A new boyfriend!? What the frack!? At best, I could've been dead what, two or three hours now, and you've got somebody else lined up?
But hey, thanks for appreciating the fact that I'm still alive, albeit slightly less weighted down by my own blood due to all these bullet holes... But I'll be sure to get right on your "calls" problem. Because I obviously give a shit.
Though since "calls" is highlighted, I guess I'll inquire about it... Since it seems prudent and I'm running out of leads at the moment.
Some bloke named Glutman, eh? Well, let's give butter boy a call.
Hey, you look familiar... Gah, you're that stuck up secretary from before! Since I'm on the phone, you'll try to give me enough information to get me out of your hair.
Though it looks like a visit to "The Cage" is in order.
But first, make sure we grind our Body and Firearms stats up to 6. Because we will definitely need it, where we'll be going.
The Cage is a nightclub at the far end of town here, past the cemetery we were ghoul busting at earlier, and up from The Grim Reaper Club.
A bouncer, eh? He don't look so tough...
...Eeek!
Ah, he's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. No fear. Just give him the tickets and don't worry about him.
Why you couldn't just slip him 100 nuyen or something, I have no idea, because it's the sort of thing I expect to see in actual P&P Shadowrun games... I guess bribery was just too extreme for this game.
Apparently dancing hippies still exist in the year 2050.
Have I ever heard of ghouls or ghoul busting? Hell yes. I already shot up the local graveyard while you were hanging out in this club, you pussy.
Though, a flashy dude, you say? Hmmm... I wonder, does S-Mart exist in 2050?
Great, I'm on an episode of the A-Team. I'm looking for the greasiest, slimiest looking person I can find, and that was probably Hannibal dressed up as a B-grade movie suit of a Troll bouncer when I came in the door.
He owes me a favor? Hah, yeah, right...
"NOW, B.A.!"
How comforting. Why do I have a feeling they're just taking me somewhere to die?
Great. Now, not only do I have the feeling that I won't like it, but that the accommodations would probably make even a one star locale seem classy by comparison...
What the hell is this place!? They dropped me off in a damned junk yard!
Up yours, Glutman! You fat, greasy bastard!
There's got to be some kind of way out of here...
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