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HUGH: “Hey hey hey! If it ain’t Jojo!”
JOSEPH: “Mmmmm, I don’t like that one.”
HUGH: “Worth a shot. So, Joseph… are ya nervous?”
JOSEPH: “Can’t afford to be. I put too much… everything into this day to let fucking nerves get to me.”
HUGH hits the button, and we begin our descent to the arena floor. “Man, I hear ya. I remember when I had a shot at the champ. That was years ago, ‘course, and it didn’t pan out, but still! Basically the same thing, right buddy?”
JOSEPH: “Whatever you say, man.”
HUGH is a HUMAN DUDE who kinda just attached himself to me soon after I arrived. I guess I stood out for not associating with the Famiglia members who came here with me. Word around the block is that he’s KIND OF ANNOYING, though it’s been mild from what I’ve seen.
JOSEPH: “I just hope it’s enough, ya’ know?”
HUGH: “Maaaaaaan, don’t be like that! You’ve busted your ass ever since you got here!”
True. The stats outlined above are just how I started. Since then, I’ve had 2 UNITS OF TIME to improve my odds in some (but not all) of the following ways - I:
WORKED OUT to train up my HEALTH: I can’t really fault the training facilities here. With the PRISON CREDITS that I managed to earn, I could afford to sometimes come here and work on my body. Not that getting SWOLE would make me a better all-around fighter, but more meat on my bones means I should be able to TAKE MORE PUNISHMENT before I’m DOWNED. There are fun times to be had in the shower room, too, though I can’t afford to get too distracted from my goal.
Got WORKSHOP parts to upgrade my ATTACK: Let’s face it; the assembly line one can opt into here is a fucking SWEATSHOP. The extra PRISON CREDITS you earn in there basically amount to peanuts. Worse, they don’t even give a payout if a product you put together ain’t up to snuff or a piece of tech slips between the cracks. Of course, since the pay isn’t worth it, the only reason I’d wanna inflict that on myself is precisely to make stuff “disappear.” Why? So I can UPGRADE MY BEAM KATANA’S POWER, duh. (What, you thought they’d put THE GOOD STUFF in my standard kit?)
Built rapport with THE GUARDS to win me some ARMOR: A lot of the prison staff like to be dicks, but they’re still people, ya know? Some are softer than others, and some are also on the take, considering this is the CITY OF EXTORTIONISTS, aka organized crime. It’d take some time to build a working relationship with the work shift group I scouted while also saving up the ante for their WEEKLY GAMES. I was always good at games, though, so if I went this route, it’d only be a matter of time before I got my hands on a suit of GUARD-ISSUED MICROFIBER UNDER-ARMOR.
WATCHED other title bouts for the INTEL: Who was it that said: “knowing is half the battle?” Well, that’s a lesson I like to think I took to heart. The inmate seating above the arena is the only entertainment in this doghouse that’s FREE OF CHARGE; probably so more dudes would get tempted into trying their own hand, duh. But the CHAMP sometimes has matches of his own, and these are when I really ought to be here. If I’d watched my opponent long enough, I could figure out his SPECIAL MOVES, and maybe one or two TELEGRAPHS while I’m at it.
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