Unboxing Max Payne 3 Special Edition

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

The box sat there, impassive and silent, like a judge just before he pronounces a death sentence

The door knocker cracked against the hard wood, pulling me from my slumber like an angry lover. I stumbled through the fog and haze of the early morning and opened the door. The postman shoved a package at me and demanded my signature, a smug, mysterious smile playing across his lips. Was I in danger? Whatever was in the box, it couldn’t be worse than my hangover.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

Too early for bullets. I had to be a little more subtle

The jokers who’d sent this had gotten a little too enthusiastic with the masking tape. I briefly thought about shooting my way into the box and then remembered I wasn’t exactly the most popular guy with my neighbours. I decided the silent approach was best.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

Looks like someone had my number and it wasn’t even midday yet.

I lifted the lid and my name stared back at me from inside the box. What the hell was this? Was somebody playing a prank? If they were I wasn’t in the mood. Any friendly feeling I might have had towards this world disappeared down my throat along with the eighth or ninth shot of bourbon I downed last night. I had heartburn so bad you could fry an egg on my chest. Today wasn’t the day to be poking the bear in its cage.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

I had to hand it to whoever had sent this, they’d caught my likeness brilliantly, right down to the last wrinkle and scar

So this was it. My grand re-entrance. After nearly a decade of lying low I was now about to step back into the bullet-festival I laughingly called my existence. I hope these chumps knew what they were in for.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

So this is what they wanted. Me to tool up and get killing again.

There it was in the cold light of day. My ticket back to the big leagues. Funny. I hadn’t felt like dealing in lead for years but now my trigger fingers were getting itchy.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

A selection of cards an artwork stared up at me like forlorn children packed in cardboard

Seems that whoever had sent me this package had decided I needed some cultural sustenance. They’d included some folders containing artwork, probably aimed  at broadening my horizons. If they’d wanted to help me out they could have sent over some more bourbon. Or maybe a pick axe that I could bury in my own skull and take the edge off this hangover.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

A figure covered in a plastic shroud. It seemed fitting, somehow.

The box also contained this. A figure wrapped in plastic. I’d seen figures like this before. Except they were usually life-sized and surrounded by cops snapping photos and making bad jokes.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

I didn’t recognise the figure entirely, but the scattered shell casings were a familiar sight.

I peeled away the plastic and stared into the eyes of a killer. It was me all right. Same paunch. Same five 0′ clock shadow. Same desperation plastered over my haggard, aging mug. Same guns, too. Even the shell-casings matched. Whoever had sent this had done a job on me, all right. Once my hangover cleared I’d be repaying the favour.

Max Payne 3 Special Edition Unboxing

This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve done all year. And that’s up against some pretty stiff competition.

It was probably stupid, going in like this, but then what’s one more bad idea in a lifetime of bad ideas. At least I was consistent. You had to give me that…

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3 Responses to Unboxing Max Payne 3 Special Edition

  1. Hari says:

    Heh. I really think you should put your wordsmith-ery skills to writing noir more often

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