Watch Dogs 2 - the ouroboros
#9 of Watch Dogs
''I am the guilty one
Ball and chain around my leg
I am the cursed one
Black cloud hangin' overhead
Fill the heart that pumps bad blood
All inside of me.''
-- Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Killer Wolf
The 30 minute Prologue.
"I'm going to be rich, rich, rich." Warbled matt Stevenson as he danced back into his grimy flat in Hackney , "finally, after all these years some proof" he gibbered to himself as he tore the package out of his pocket and slammed it onto his cheap desk from Ikea, there wouldn't be any more of this after he goes mainstream with this news.
He couldn't quite believe how he had got this, after spending years on crackpot forums looking for someone serious or at least willing to use less than four exclamation marks (which he considered a clear mark of a mind broken by meme overdose) and at last the one time that pays for all , after arranging a meeting through an unbelievable number of cut-outs and middlemen he came to a shitty little café in the bad end of a street that's glory days were so far behind them that the only people still able to remember them were in stainless steel crèches in hospitals or cold in the ground.
But the dour old man in the stained overcoat passed along something guaranteed to answer all his questions, normally he wouldn't trust someone like this but he provided a little demonstration that nipped all his doubts in the bud, he would never forget those eyes, normally never seem on something with only two legs and usually just prior to the watcher soon being transformed into several small meals.
At last he could no longer withstand the temptation and tore into the package like a boy with all his Christmases coming at once. His frenzied tearing revealed a bronze disc with strange glowing runes on it; he saw that the man or wolfman had stuck a note to it with sellotape it said hold to your forehead and wait for the memories. Unusual but as it didn't involve virgins, knives or goats or any combination thereof he was game and so he pressed it to his temple and waited.
It hit him like a gold brick all coldness and feelings of a vast wealth that lay untapped like artic oil seams. And he felt that he was slowly slipping back over the Pale horizon, back into the mists of time.
He opened his eyes, he felt scared and cold an...
A baby began to cry and with a surprise he found it was him, "oh god", matt sighed as his consciousness began to fade, "not his whole damn life as a strange woman leaned over him and picked him up, as he was carried out he saw something that fortunately was lost in the depths of his sub-consciousness it was a sight of a woman who was pinned to a chair that faced a broken window , pinned to the chair by a crossbow bolt that gleamed with the light of silver.