April 21st, 1989. 23:48.
124 80th SW Street, Miami
124 80th SW Street was a hole-in-the-ground, brick-built three-storey apartment building that had been home to countless hundreds of scumbags in its time, but none worse were than the Russian Mob. They had come in about six months back, buying out every room in the place, paying half of the normal rent, and using most of the rooms for their numerous criminal activities, from drug and gun smuggling to human trafficking and prostitution.
Most nights, usually only corrupt cops and Russians clients would ever dare to knock on the front door of 124 80th SW Street. Tonight, however, the door had been bashed in. As the cops began cordoning off the scene of the crime, there lay at least thirty dead Mobsters in the building, each one of them killed with more efficiency and morbidity than the last. Heads were bashed in, faces missing, guts seemingly pulled out from their stomachs, many of them their weapons lain next to them, untouched and unused.
Detective Charles Handley, who had been on the force for at least two decades, walked out of the apartment, and immediately bent over the side rail of the stairs, and lost his dinner. He couldn't help but notice how intricate the wrought-iron side rail was, and how contrasted the care and detail that had gone into such a menial part of the building was compared to the rest of the filing cabinet of a building. Handley, helped by his new partner, whose name he hadn't bothered to learn yet, stood up, hsi impressive height of six foot four inches causing him to dominate the crime scene.
He lit a cigarette, and reviewed the facts to himself, his partner thinking, naively, that he was talking to him. "The apartment was shitty. Though most around here are, not sure why this one would have been any different. Maybe that's why the Russians chose it. Discreet. Well, it worked. Until tonight. Some bastards broke into here with the finesse of professional assassins but the bloodlust of psychopathic killers. Dangerous combination if I've ever seen one. I don't think this was a hit from a rival mob, but it was too skilled to be a random violent encounter. Not to mention the total lack of casualties from whomever broke in here." He took a long drag, his short crew cut showing his bright silver-grey hair in the light provided by the police sirens. He was getting too old for this shit.
"Maybe it's connected to the other one, the hit on the night club, about, what, a week or two back? Same MO, at least. Professional, but completely unrestrained. A lot of blood, a lot of bodies. Either way, if this is a random thing, it'll be near-impossible to stop. No prints, no reason, no living witnesses." Handley ran a hand through his thinning hair. "Well, we've got all night." He said, addressing his partner. "Let's get to it."
Welcome to Hotline Miami: Conference Call, an RP inspired by the video game and universe of the same name. In this RP, which immediately precedes the events of the first game, players will have the option to play as a member of the Vigilantes, who, by night, receive phone calls from a seemingly-anonymous source, which orders them to slaughter a number of Russian Mobsters at a given location. These vigilantes, who were, more often than not, in the wrong place at the wrong time, now are headquartered at the Hog's Head, a dive bar that has seen better days. Sometimes, the calls will come into the bar, or into the individual homes of the Vigilantes.
Alternatively, players will also be able to play as the Russian Hitmen brought from across the country and the world and hired by the Russian Mob in order to hunt down and eliminate these vigilantes, who have begun to be a serious thorn in the side of the Russian Mafia's operations in Miami. These Hitmen will receive their orders from the top, and are being paid six figures in order to hunt down and slaughter the Vigilantes.
As the grand tale of crime and punishment in Miami begins to unfold, things may not be all that they seem. Your orders, fellow players, are to follow.
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