Ishmael succumbs to another well placed shot. Unfortunately he has many other brothers, who now hopelessly surround you. You valiantly fire your remaining six rounds into the nearest foes and begin to flog the others with your bullwhip. Unfortunately this is not enough to prevent to angry horde from overwhelming you. They kick, punch, beat, stomp and stab you to oblivion.
- Stylish fedora
- Vintage Walther P-38 w/ no rounds
- Well-worn leather jacket
YOU ARE HERE TO SOLVE THE RIDDLES, NOT TO CREATE INTERNATIONAL INCIDENTS!You have chosen poorly. You are dead. Game Over, man!