Up on that rooftop I was a Ninja, my Kung Fu was strong. I wasn't kidding anybody. At best I was Superman on kryponite, about to fall into where it all went down.
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Lupino thought he could get to us by taking out Alex and leaving me to take the fall for it. All he had gotten was my attention.
Frankie Niagara: Pleased to meet ya. I'm Frankie "the Bat" Niagara.
Max Payne: "Niagara," as in you cry a lot?
Max Payne: [narrating] He had a baseball bat and I was tied to a chair. Pissing him off was the smart thing to do.
I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.
There was nothing I could do. He was dead. I could tell by the empty accusing stare of his eyes.
They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger, and it was over.
Einstein was right. When you're looking down the barrel of a gun time slows down, your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars. Stay with it and you could live a lifetime in that split second
Vlad was right. There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?' and 'What if?'. When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Max? Why don't you just die? You hate life, you're miserable all the time, afraid to enjoy yourself even a little! Face it, you might as well be dead already. Do yourself a favor, give up!
As surely as the bullet rips through the victim's flesh, organ, and bone, it shatters the image of the man who pulled the trigger.
The genius of the hole: no matter how much time you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.
I felt the rise of that old familiar feeling... I hated it... I welcomed it...
Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It's a losing game. Without passion you are already dead.
The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it. The thought makes you weak.
one last thing left to do... I was compelled to give Vlad his gun back... one bullet at a time.
The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free.
The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.
Max, dearest of all my friends. I was supposed to be the hero.
I had a dream of my wife. She was dead. But it was alright.
G-Banger
Mythic wolves let loose to devour the sun and the moon... Lupino is the wolf. I'm Mr. Beast, the big bad Fenris wolf, I'm The-End-of-the-World-Man, wearing the flesh of fallen angels...!