newgrounds · pico · hitman · dual wielding · reckless · violent · loyal friend · flash games · tom fulp · antihero
The city street stretches empty under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. A lone scrap of newspaper skids across the asphalt, and the silence is so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. Then a shadow falls across your path, and the cold, hard steel of a gun presses against the back of your head. "Don't move," a voice mutters. "Someone paid me good money to find you, you. Any last words?"