 
 
Heard anything yet?\
Nothing. Radio Silence.
This is a suicide mission, you know that right?
We're protecting our homes.
As long as I can take one of them down I'll be happy.
You know what, I'm just happy I'm not dead already.
*Take Zombrex, Last Reminder*
 
No, no... where is it!
What are you looking for?
- My Zombrex! I can't find it!
What is that?
Hey, hey!
Stay with me, you're gonna be alright. Where are you from? Where are you from??
Fortune...City...
 
...Did you say fortune city?
Come to take another swing at me, old friend?
- Nah.
I see it now. Everyone is your pawn.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Is that right?
You had me fighting for a corpse!
What sick game are you playing with them?
There is no trickery here, Sweet Tooth.
Why do you think I host the Twisted Metal (™) tournaments to begin with?
Let's say I had truly given you what you wanted.
Would you still wear the mask?
Would you return year after year to bathe in the blood of your enemies?
Or would you be a putz driving an ice cream truck?
- YOU TOOK MY PRIZE!
I gave you purpose! What a glorious show you put on my dear Sweet Tooth...
I couldn't have you skipping the next tournament.
You know Calypso,
Your bullshit's gonna get you killed.
Au contraire. By bringing our friends here,
Distracting them with new enemies,
I'll have entertainment for years to come.
And no one will be any the wiser.
Remember, this is a stealth mission.
Eliminate a platoon and go to the rendezvous.
So, about that stealth mission...
I got a better idea.
 
You hear that?
Maybe there's some sort of weird animals on this planet.
Over there.
Just some civilians.
- On your knees! All of you! Now!
Hey! I said drop!
Take em down!
Sorry, they're not very good at listening!
Alright, go get the last one.
What the hell?
 
Oh god, what is this?
You guys hear that?
Damnit.
Any last words?
Area clear.
Status report.
- Hang on, Chief.
Almost got another Dead Rising (™) situation here.
I'll be there in a minute.
 
No, you won't.
Who's that?
- Hands up!
As you wish.
I'm guessing these men haven't been soldiers for long.
It would appear not.
Ramos. Respond.
Let's move.
Looks like a resistance is forming.
We'll know more soon enough.
Good work.
Look's like we're expecting company.
Hmph. More weaklings?
Aren't they all?
- Then perhaps it is time I address something.
You have a sickly appearance, Magrath.
I've noticed your condition worsen with time.
What's it to you?
- I'd rather not be questioned if found next to your corpse.
For your information I've never felt better.
Besides, you're one to talk.
My appearance is a reminder of the Gods' betrayal.
So that's why you killed them...
A just and fitting end.
Well, you might have done us a favour.
I'm enjoying how things are turning out.
What do you have planned for our captive?
- Something very special.
He is our first guest, after all.
Lost a man on the first damn mission!
Some unit we're turning out to be.
- We need to get him back.
We were supposed to go in carefully, not straight into their base.
We have too few allies to risk. We need Ramos.
Right. Now how the hell we gonna get him outta there?
Quickly.
My mother taught me this.
Who's there?
Takes me back to my childhood days.
I hate my childhood days!
