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Thanks Wham,
I'm honestly not interested in winning but instead joining the creative process, so please do whatever the rules say it should be done if someone brakes them.

p.s: I wouldn't like this story to end abruptly and rushed, there's something cool about it. Classical cool.

[kconan,]

Jerry is the name of the body guard, the first guy Gerard sees at the entrance;

The way I read Sane Co.'s entry, he seems to be saying that Gerry/Jerry is just short for Gerald, he was just inconsistent with the spelling. It's what his brother calls him.  that's why I never refered to the bodyguard by name in my entry.

The kid in the car isn't really Gerard's nephew;

Is he not???  Is that because Grace is a whore and therefore the kid's father could be anyone?  Well, it's clear Bobby Perkins loves her, so fair to say that he loves the kid as if he were his own son, and so not beyond the realms of possibility that Gerald sees the kid as a nephew, even if he, genetically speaking, isn't.

It's my mess up, Stu. I noticed that Gerry/Jerry thing later on my text and decided to call the bodyguard Jerry. I know it's confusing but WHAM put it all together in his follow up.
And yes, it is possible and maybe even logical that Bobby Perkins is the father, although I'd like to think it was Gerard's daughter from a 6old relationship with Grace.

kconan, sorry man, didn't read the rules.

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Note:Jerry is the name of the body guard, the first guy Gerard sees at the entrance;; The kid in the car isn't really Gerard's nephew;

"Hey, You!"
A flash-light hit Gerard's eyes making it hard to see, but he managed to glimpse a cop uniform. Straightening his back on the Cemetery wall he barely faked the pain in the ribs.
"Good-evening, officer. I-I guess I had one too many! Probably time to head home..."
Now the light was unbearable while the cop examined his beaten face, and Gerard knew he wasn't going anywhere the easy way.
"I want you to raise your hands to the back of your head, now!"
Shit.The cop had by then pointed the gun to Gerard's chest.
"Do it now!"
Fuck if I'm going to get caught after all this!. A brief moment passed but the cop got distracted by a sudden blip from his walkie-talkie and Gerard pushed him backwards and ran along the Cemetery wall.
He could hear voices behind him. There's no escape, he kept thinking while running, his ribs piercing some body organs he didn't know they existed, his bad knee crying loudly that it was there. He now had the gun in his hand although he didn't remember ever pulling it out.
In front of him, after a corner, was the Cemetery gates and right opposite a set of brown and orange buildings, one of them ringing some familiar bell in Gerard's head but he couldn't make out why.
Decisions.
The Cemetery was a dead end. They would block all exits and he would have to surrender to keep his life.
The buildings were the only option left. No way he could run much longer and from now on it was a straight avenue leading to cross roads and more open area avenues.
A shot was fired. And then another.
He could hear the cops ordering him to stop. They where on foot as well. The sidewalk was damp and slippery.
Gerard wanted to look back and access how many cops where in his pursuit, but he was afraid to loose balance and fall. 
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a black car slid and stopped on the far end of the street.
Now I'm done, he thought.
He kept going a while longer and the black car drove towards him.
"I'm trapped!"
Gerard hesitated and tried to figure out if he'd walk right in the Cemetery or make a run for the building and pray that a door would be open.
That was enough for the cops to get closer and he could hear their footsteps really close.
Then a shot was fired again. But this time from the black car. And then another two shots.
The cops had to take cover and shot back at the car.
Gerard saw a man yelling at him from inside the car and he made a run towards it. A bullet came flying close to his hair. And another one hit the car front window.
"Get in!"
The car turned back and drove at full speed while the bullets kept missing it until they stopped.
"Jerry?", "Thanks man, I..."
Jerry, the guard from his brother's bar didn't allowed him to finish his thanks, he plunged his right open hand on Gerard's chest and said:
- Shut the fuck up! I do the talking here!
Then he looked at the gun Gerard was holding and took it. "Give me that!"
"Hey...Okay, okay, man!", "Shit...I'm all fucked up...shit..."
The car drove fast between the city avenues. No sign of the cops.
"Where are you taking me, man? I think I need an hospital...".
The last thing Gerard remembered before passing out was looking at his hand covered with blood.

Silence.   

It really depends if I'm working solo or with a team.
In the first case I normally start with the main character sketch and walk cycle, then the background. When I finish painting it I already have a game in my head, a plot and direction. As soon as I have a second character to interact to I begin coding on it.
The first room, fully playable, is done really quickly (with dialogues as well) and then I stop.
If the motivation stays up I'll keep working on the game and generally is a linear process from one room until the next one.
I may go back to the title screen, or just concentrate on GUI's appearance as well. There's no real organized work. Although it's all in the head already.

When working with a team everything changes. You do need to supply everybody with all the info they can get. I usually use drawn story boards with notations and simple .txt files with a good summary of what we are doing next.
Here, organization is everything. Don't expect people to work with you if you don't have a clear idea of what you want.

Thanks Ghost, this'll be good indeed! Fell in love with it from the first paragraph.

"She's there, man..." said Gerald with a taste of his own blood on his mouth. He had Jerry behind him, Perkins spitting hate in front of him and at least three other men close by.
Some of the dancing girls couldn't help screaming and one even went down on the ground like a trained marine. It came with the job.
The music halted for a moment but Perkins made a signal to the DJ, a hispanic guy with a coco-hat and a thin moustache. This gave Gerald some brief seconds to think again. He still had the gun, half-hidden in his belt where the spine allows it.
One bullet.
Just one bullet, but nobody knew that.
Perkins smiled at some customers reassuring that all was...well...normal.
"Fuck, you make me mad, little brother!", "To me, doing this to ME?"
The last kick went hard on the ribs throwing Gerald back to where he tried to raise himself.
"Fuck Bobby! What the fuck?", coughed Gerald. "It's just a fucking whore!"
The thing is, Grace was a whore. She'd fucked half the guys Gerald and Bobby knew. She'd fuck the entire Yankee Stadium if there was coke in the end. A coked addicted whore with a face like an angel and tits like a porn star. The kind of girl a man would fuck up his life really bad. Even so, she was more than a whore to Gerald. And now he knew that that was the case with his brother Bobby.
"My Whore!", yelled Robert Perkins, commonly known has Perkins around the coke scene. Gerald called him Bobby.
Grace called him Bobby.

Gerald managed to sit but doing it aggravated the pain in the ribs.
One bullet.
The gun, why didn't Jerry take it from him? What's the guy real intentions?

The cow moos.

Ponch, your department! WHAT do we do with a live cow?

Yup, somebody must PM Ponch about this!
He's the only one capable of maintaining a cow alive!

> Kindly accept gift and ask if there's any major concern the peasants may have with their lives;

Maybe this is like the Mayan calendar and our existence will abruptly stop before the 13th day?

And there's Red Sonja!

Happy Birthday Andail!

This game was...a perfect way to annoy the wife while I kept saying "Hold on just a minute! I'm trying to find a cow!"...

It does look great!
Thank you Crimson and everybody else who's working on it!

Meaning we really need an ADVISOR...
I know everybody wants a new audience and it is logical but we should start thinking of hiring or promoting a wise man or woman for the ADVISOR role.
We are kind of "blind" regarding many things here like people's feeling towards us.

Probably the shadow dude is known as a tale and not in the flesh like we just seen...He just popped up in the throne room so my guess is that nobody has seen him.

And because nobody wants a town census,

> Summon next audience;

You got that right!

I knew it would be easy to both of you!
But, at least we get to look at her for a while longer!

Fantastic stuff indeed.
Here's a beauty:

Well Mr.Eric, thanks for the tip!
Is it Footlight Parade?

Yankee Doodle Dandy?

Is that Dick Van Dike on the...er...tiger suit?