Link slides the last metallic block into its proper niche and the puzzle’s giant mechanisms reassemble in satisfying staccato. He runs up to the monk’s platform and waits to receive another orb. The shrine’s papery deity stirs and begins slowly to intone:
“Your resourcefulness in overcoming this trial speaks to the promise of a hero… but, Link, it’s kind of cheesy that you used bombs and kinesis to solve yet another puzzle and you’re making us all look bad. The other monks have been talking. You’re a good kid, Link – just, no haxx plz?”
Special Guest: Michelle Ehrhardt (@ChelleEhrhardt) Freelance writer for KillScreen, Bullet Points Monthly, Paste and more.
Special Note: Bird chirps audible during the recording were totally a purposeful decision to help establish mood.
Agent 47 and Lincoln Clay are walking around downtown while passing a joint back and forth. Their inebriation has led them to become somewhat lost. Up ahead a police officer twirls a baton on the street corner. Agent 47 turns to Clay and says “I’m gonna ask him for directions.” Clay, aghast, whispers “No! 47, No!” But 47 is resolute and walks up behind the cop, garroting him swiftly, and slipping into his uniform. He pulls the slide back on his handgun, turns to Lincoln and says: “I didn’t know I couldn’t do that.” (all thanks due to the great Dave Chappelle for this reference)
Lincoln leaves his chrome-wrapped car idling – “Black Ghost Blues” crooning out its speakers – and kicks down the doors of the mafia-controlled warehouse. He mows through nameless goons until finally he reaches the head goon. Laying his gun down the goon says “don’t you think you’re being a little divisive right now? Doesn’t our nation need time to heal? Have you ever looked at the statistics on black on black crime?”