The Bank

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"The Bank" It was a brisk December morning at the small Harvest and Trustee bank branch in Boothbay, Maine. There were three people at the bank that day... [[The Lady|Lady Begin]] [[The Guard|Guard Begin]] [[The Teller|Teller Begin]] TRIGGER WARNINGS: This game contains vulgar language, violence committed with firearms and violent death. [[Idea behind this game|BehindTheGame]]

[[Character Bio|Lady Bio]] You push the frigid glass front door to the bank open, a small bell dings above your head. You approach the counter, passing a napping security guard. Your feet drag slightly accross an ugly beige carpet typical of banks and waiting rooms. The Teller hears you approach and turns to you, "Good morning mam, we've only just opened, my apologies but I'm still getting everything in order. It should just be a minute" [["No problem, I'm not in any rush"|Polite1]] [["Your sign said open, you should be ready for customers!"|Rude1]]

The teller smiles at you and continues on with whatever he was before you walked in. You look over your shoulder as you hear the bell over the door chime again. A man in a mask stands in the doorway, a pistol in his hand pointed at the security guard. The man in the mask begins to yell, "NO ONE FUCKING MOVE, HANDS UP THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY!" [["Scream"|Gaurd Dies]] [["Put your hands in the air"|Compliant1]] [["Go for your cell phone in your purse"|LadyDeath]]

When you raised your voice you hear a loud snort and commotion behind you. Turning you see a round bodied security guard stand quickly to his feet, the loud noise apparently startling him from a slumber. The Teller says, "I'm sorry mam, how can I help you? (turns to the guard) Chris it's fine, you can sit back down." The guard settles back into his creaky wooden chair, fixing you with a suspicious look. [[""I'm here about a security deposit box in my late husbands name""|GuardAwake]] [[""Why's he giving me the stink eye? Your sign said OPEN!""|GuardAwake]]

You are a wealthy 56 year old woman living in a home on the coast of Maine. When your husband recently died in an accident at your private marina you discovered he had a safety deposit box at a small Harvest and Trustee Bank in Boothbay, and today you jumped in your red Mercedes and drove to this bank to retrieve the contents of your late husband's box... [[Return|Lady Begin]]

Your scream makes the robber flinch, you hear a lound BANG like a firecracker. the guard drops back into his chair, clutching a now bleeding chest. The Masked Man begins to scream frantically, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! WHY YOU DO THAT LADY! FUCK... HANDS IN THE AIR MOTHERFUCKERS THIS IS A ROBBERY! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT... [["Put Your Hands in the air"|Compliant1]] [["Go for the cell phone in your purse"|LadyDeath]]

You raise your hands above you head. The Masked Man disarms the stunned guard and continues to wave his pistol around and yell at everyone, "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!" You obey, and lay face down on the floor. You hear the Masked Man approach the counter in front of you, he yells at the Teller, "WHERE"S THE MONEY!?! PUT IT IN THE BAG! NOW MOTHER FUCKER NOW!" You hear frantic sounds of paper shuffling and drawers opening as the Teller screams, "It's all there! That's all of it!" You hear the Masked Man run past you, the sound of a distant Police siren wails in the distance as you hear the small chime of the bell above the door. Your heart is racing, you continue to stare at the banks rough beige carpet. Not daring to raise your head. YOU HAVE SURVIVED

BANG! You see the hot white flash from the barrel of the Masked Man's gun You feel a stinging pain in your chest Your vision goes white You hear a faint voice, "NO! SHIT, SHIT..." YOU HAVE DIED

The teller starts to reply when the guard flies out of his chair, knocking it over and begins groping at the brown leather holster at his hip. Your mouth drops open, you think "Why is he pulling a gun on me?" when out of the corner of your eye you see a man in a black ski mask. The man in a mask stands in the doorway, a pistol in his hand pointed at the security guard. You see a bright white flash, BANG! the guard drops back into his chair, clutching a now bleeding chest. The Masked Man begins to scream frantically, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! WHY DID HE DO THAT! FUCK... HANDS IN THE AIR MOTHERFUCKERS THIS IS A ROBBERY! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT... [["Scream"|LadyDeath]] [["Put your hands in the air"|Compliant1]] [["Go for your cell phone in your purse"|LadyDeath]]

[[Character Bio|GuardBio]] You sit in a wodden chair next to the entrance to your Harvest and Trustee back with your eyes feeling heavy. [[Let your eyes close and embrace the inevitable nap|Nap]] [[Snap out of it! You've got a bank to protect! Force yourself to stay awake and alert|AwakeEntrance]]

[[Character Bio|TellerBio]] You begin your day in the passenger seat of a black windowless van early in the morning. Your brother looks at you from the driver seat as you begin to speak... [[""Are you sure you're ready for this?""|Ready1]] [[""I don't know if I'm ready for this""|NotReady2]]

You are a 59 year old security guard who has worked at the bank for the majority of your life in order to provide for your wife and son. On your hip you carry a Smith and Wesson Model 38 revolver in a brown leather holster on your hip and a small silver Colt .25 concealed in an ankle holster . You have never drawn your weapon through out your entire career and hope you never have to. This morning was rough, didn't have your coffee and the wooden chair by the door is calling your name since you walked in the door... [[Go Back|Guard Begin]]

You close your eyes and a small smile comes to your face as you drift off to sleep... Your eyes snap open after what seems like only seconds, but the scene has changed. Instead of seeing your normal view of the front desk, your vision is instead filled by the barrel of a pistol held by a man in a mask screaming in your face, "HANDS IN THE AIR MOTHERFUCKERS THIS IS A ROBBERY!" [[Go For Your Gun|GuardDies2]] [[Put Your Hands in the Air|GuardDisarm]]

As you blink furiously trying to keep yourself awake you catch some movement out of the corner of your eye. You see a black gloved hand on the door handle at the entrance Gloves? Seems odd... [[Stand up and move to the door|GuardStanding]] [[Unsnap your pistol holster|GuardDies2]]

You hand falls down to unsnap the holster on your hip BANG! You clutch your chest as an immensive wave of pain jolts through your body. Your vision begins to go white. Distantly you hear the Masked Man screaming, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! WHY DID HE DO THAT! FUCK... SHIT, SHIT, SHIT... YOU HAVE DIED.

You throw your hands into the arm, doing as the Masked Man says. The Masked Man screams accross the lobby, "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!" You obey, and lay face down on the floor. You see the lady at the front desk do the same. You hear the Masked Man you and feel him take your revolver out of your holster. He then yells at the Teller, "WHERE"S THE MONEY!?! PUT IT IN THE BAG! NOW MOTHER FUCKER NOW!" You hear frantic sounds of paper shuffling and drawers opening as the teller yells, "It's all there! That's all of it!" You know the Masked Man must be distracted with the cash drawers, and your mind fixates on the thought of the silver Colt you have concealed on your ankle... [[Do nothing, don't risk your life for the Bank's money!|GuardEscape]] [[Go for the gun on your ankle|GuardWin]]

You stand and continue to watch the doorway as the face of a man in a black ski mask passes over the threshold... [[Go for your gun|GuardDies2]] [[Put your hands up, you're too old for this shit|GuardDisarm]]

You hear the Masked Man run past you, the sound of a distant Police siren wails in the distance as you hear the small chime of the bell above the door. Your heart is racing, you continue to stare at the banks rough beige carpet. Not daring to raise your head. You just want to see your wife and child. You just want to go home. YOU HAVE SURVIVED

You bring your head up and see the Masked Man's back is to you. Your hand slowly reaches down and feels the cold metal of the Colt on your ankle. Your hand moves like lighting, you've practiced this before at the range, you've never used your gun but wanted to be able to handle yourself if you ever had to. You see the sights line up with the back of his head and squeeze the trigger. BANG! an orange flash bursts from the short barrel of the Colt and you see a red spray cover the glass of the front counter. The Masked Man's body crumples to the floor, the lady on the floor next to his body screams. You lower your gun, you try to slow down your breathing but the adrenaline coursing through your viens persists. It's over. The bad guy's dead. It's over... YOU HAVE SURVIVED

I'm a big Tarantino fan, as well as enjoying films like "Dog Day Afternoon" and "Inside Man". Here I've tried to create an emulation of the over the top, insane situations that characters in films such as these find themselves in often. In many Tarantino films the whole picture of what is going on in these violent scenes is not apparent on the surface. You may at first cheer the Guard taking down the armed robber until you realize what the Masked Man's true motivations are, and who is the real villian in this game.

Your brother responds, "This is the only way we can get the money we owe... so yeah I guess I'm fucking ready" [[""I'm sorry, it's not my fault...""|BrotherVanArguement]] [[Leave the van|LeaveVan]]

Your brother seems tired as he responds, "Well you HAVE to be ready, the only reason we have to do this is because you lost three kilos that weren't ours when you freaked out at over some DUI arrest outside our apartment. You realize we now owe over 90,000 dollars to people you wouldn't want to owe fifty bucks?" [[""Listen I know I fucked up but...""|BrotherInterupt]] [[Remain Silent|SilentResponse]]

Your brother cuts you off, "No actually it is your fucking fault Jimmy. The only reason we have to do this is because you lost three kilos that weren't ours when you freaked out at over some DUI arrest outside our apartment. You realize we now owe over 90,000 dollars to people you wouldn't want to owe fifty bucks?" [[""Listen I know I fucked up but...""|BrotherInterupt]] [[Remain Silent|SilentResponse]]

You step out into the brisk Maine morning into the parking lot accross the street from the Harvest and Trustee bank branch where you are employed. You walk accross the street, your hands slightly shaking at your sides while you fish the bank keys out of your pants pocket to open the front door of the bank. As you open the door you hear the alarm panel by the door begin its thirty seconds of beeping in which you must enter the security code to deactiveate the banks electronic security measures. [[Enter the code correctly|CodeEnter]] [[Do nothing|BankAlarmFail]]

Your brother raises his voice enough to echo off the inside of the panel van, "Yeah you bet you fucked up! over 90,000 in the fucking hole... you're just fucking lucky I promised Ma I'd take care of you on her death bed." Your brother sighs, "Hey at least we have a way we can make back what we owe and then some right? You said we could get as much as a quarter of a million with what's in the bank. Let's just get this over with okay?" He pulls out a black ski mask and slips it over his face. [[Exit the Van|LeaveVan]]

Your brother sighs, "Hey at least we have a way we can make back what we owe and then some right? You said we could get as much as a quarter of a million with what's in the bank. Let's just get this over with okay?" He pulls out a black ski mask and slips it over his face. [[Exit the Van|LeaveVan]]

You enter your managers five digit security code to disable the banks alarm. The light on the alarm panel changes from yellow the green. You flick on the lights in the bank and begin to walk behind the counter just as the morning security guard Chris enters through the front door. "Morning" Chris mumbles in a exhausted tone as he plops down in his designated chair next to the front entrance. He always naps for the first twenty minutes of his shift, hell your brother might not even have to draw his gun to rob this place. Just as you begin to open all the bank drawers and the safe up front with the teller cash you hear the chime of the bell above the door. You glance up hoping your brother hasn't decided to come in early, and instead see an older woman approaching the counter. You say... [[""Good morning mam, we've only just opened, my apologies but I'm still getting everything in order. It should just be a minute""|Polite3]] [[""I'm sorry mam we aren't open yet, I'm going to have to ask you to wait a couple minutes until we're ready to open.""|Rude3]]

You stare at the key pad and its constant beeping without moving a muscle. Inside your head you begin to countdown the seconds until the alarm will trip. 3 2 1 The morning suddenly errupts into the blaring sound of a siren, as the indicator light on the alarm panel turns from yellow to red. You look out the window just in time to see the panel van peel out of the parking lot. The police are on their way. It will all be over soon. YOU HAVE SURVIVED BUT FAILED TO GET THE MONEY YOU OWE.

The Lady responds, "No problem, I'm not in any rush" You smile at her, while internally you start to panic. You told your brother there would only be one other person in the bank. What if he panics? Just as you think about going out to the van to try and stop him you hear the bell above the bank's door ring again. Your brother stands in the doorway, black mask on and the gun in his hand pointed at the security guard's head. He screams, "NO ONE FUCKING MOVE, HANDS UP THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY!" [[Put you hands up|Handsup3]] [[Start gathering the drawer cash and the cash in the safe|GatherCash]]

The Lady glares at you and says, "Your sign said open, you should be ready for customers!" The Lady's yelling wakes up the guard Chris, who stands up quickly out of the chair. Shit. Now your brother might not get the drop on the guard! "I'm sorry mam, how can I help you? (turns to the guard) Chris it's fine, you can sit back down." The guard settles back into his creaky wooden chair, fixing the Lady with a suspicious look. The Lady cathces the guards glare and returns it while saying to you, "Why's he giving me the stink eye? Your sign said OPEN!" [[""Mam I'm very sorry, how can I help you?""|GuardDies3]] [[""LISTEN LADY, you're just going to have to fucking wait!""|GuardDies3]]

You put your hands in the air and see that Chris and the Lady do the same. Your brother then starts screaming at Chris, "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!" Chris obeys and you see your brother step beside him and grab the revolver out of his holster. Good. Now lets get him the money. [[Give him the cash you've already gathered|BrotherEscape]] [[Give him the cash from the drawers then grab the money from the safe in the back office|BrotherDieColt]]

Your brother turns to you, the gun in his hand swiveling to follow, "YOU! MONEY IN THE FUCKING BAG NOW!" You quickly start to gather the drawer cash and empty the small safe where deposits are held. Your brother grabs the bag you have filled with cash with trembling hands. "NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!" your brother yells over his shoulder as he darts out of the bank. The small bell above the bank door chimes. YOU HAVE SURVIVED. YOUR BROTHER GOT THE MONEY.

Before you can finish what you were going to reply, Chris flies out of his chair, knocking it over and begins groping at the brown leather holster at his hip that holds his service revolver. Your brother stands in the doorway, a pistol in his hand pointed at Chris's head. "WAIT! NO!" you scream inside your head, your mouth seems to be frozen shut. You see a bright white flash, BANG! Chris drops back into his chair, clutching a now bleeding chest. Your brother just stands there, the gun shaking in his hand and a panicked look in his eyes as he screams, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! WHY DID HE DO THAT! FUCK... HANDS IN THE AIR MOTHERFUCKERS THIS IS A ROBBERY! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT..." [[Put your hands into the air|HandsIntheAir3]] [[Start gathering the money into a bag behind the counter|WomanDies3]]

You raise your hands in the air, following your brother's instructions. He turns to you, the gun in his hand swiveling to follow, "YOU! MONEY IN THE FUCKING BAG NOW!" You quickly start to gather the drawer cash and empty the small safe where deposits are held. Your brother grabs the bag you have filled with cash with trembling hands. "NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!" your brother yells over his shoulder as he darts out of the bank. The small bell above the bank door chimes. YOU HAVE SURVIVED. YOUR BROTHER GOT THE MONEY.

You quickly start to gather the drawer cash and empty the small safe where deposits are held. Suddenly you hear a female voice from the other side of the counter, "Hey you're not putting your hands up! Are you stupid or..." BANG! You whirl around to see your brother with his pistol leveled at the Lady on the other side of the counter, a thumb sized hole in the middle of her forehead. [[""What in the fuck did you do Scott? What the fuck did you do!""|Arguement]] [[Continue to gather the cash|ScottExit]]

"What in the fuck!?!" you say, your body feeling frozen in place as you watch the woman crumple to the floor. "She fucking knew Jimmy! You heard her right? She fucking knew!" your brother seems to spit his words out faster than his mind can keep up simply repeating, "she knew, she knew, she knew..." You hear the sirens outside of the bank and the sound of squeaking tires. The police are here. It's over. YOU HAVE SURVIVED, BUT HAVE BEEN ARRESTED.

You brother approaches the counter, he can't seem to tear his gaze away from the two dead bodies now laying on the floor of the bank. You grab the cash from the drawers and quickly throw it into a paper bag, which you shove into your brother's hands. "Scott, why..." you begin to say but are abruptly interupted by a gun being shoved into your face. "Why did you have to flush that shit Jimmy, do you think they would let you live?" your brother says as the gun shakes in his hands. "They can't let you live now Jimmy, I'm sorry." BANG! Your vision begins to go white You don't understand... YOU HAVE DIED.

You are a 24 year old bank teller at a Harvest and Trustee Bank. Your meager salary wasn't enough money to support yourself and your brother after your mother passed, so you begin investing in buying large ammounts of cocaine and pot to sell for a profit. With your brother working the streets and you working at the bank you are managing to make ends meet. That was until your brother says he flushed almost $100,000 in coke because some asshole got a DUI accross the street from you and your brothers apartment. Now your life is on the line, and you need to pay back what you owe before the end of the weekend. If you don't it's likely that you won't survive for more than a day. So now out of desperation you find yourself in a van with your brother accross the street from your bank.

You brother approaches the counter, keeping one eye on the Lady and Chris who are still quivering on the ground. "WHERE"S THE MONEY!?! PUT IT IN THE BAG! NOW MOTHER FUCKER NOW!", your brother screams in a convincingly intimidating tone. You grab the cash from the drawers and quickly throw it into a paper bag. Trying to sound scared you yell, "It's all there! That's all of it!" You see the fear in your brothers eyes as he turns and runs out the bank's front door, the sound of a distant Police siren wailiing in the distance. The drawer cash should be more than enough to pay off your combined debts. YOU HAVE SURVIVED. YOU HAVE THE MONEY YOU OWE. BUT AT WHAT COST?

As you turn to make your way to the back office you hear what sounds like a small firecracker exploding. BANG! Suddenly warm red blood covers your vision as you see a small hole appear in your brother's forehead. Your focus shifts and you see Chris's shaky hand holding a small Colt automatic, smoke still climbing from the barrel, and an empty holster now flopping around his ankle. You brother's body collapses on the rough beige carpet, his blood beginning to pool around his head. This can't be happening. They'll identify his body and connect him to you. Either that ot the drug lords will kill you. [[Run|RunFinish]] [[Gun|GunFinish]]

Your mind and body seem frozen in time as you stare at the body of your brother. Suddenly your legs begin to move. Feet pumping as you charge around the counter headed for the door. You hear the small chime of the bell above the bank's door as your hand contacts the cool glass. The early morning sun feels warm on the skin of your face as your legs continue to move carrying you down the street twoards the black van. You wrench the handle on the van, but the door doesn't budge. He left it locked. You continue to run down the street and from behind you begin to hear the wail of the sirens. YOU HAVE SURVIVED...FOR NOW

You see the gun dangling from the hand of your brother. A brother that you had loved. A brother who is now dead because of you. Your body explodes in a dive over the counter and you land hands first on the body of your brother. Your hands slip around in the pool of blood grasping at the handle of his gun. Finally your finger slips into the trigger guard and your hand extends towards Chris. BANG! BANG! The gun in your hand jumps and fire shoots from the end, while at the same time you see the Colt in Chris's hand jump as well. You see his body crumple just as you feel a fire explode in your chest. Your vision begins to go white and all you can hear is the Lady screaming as you fade away... YOU HAVE DIED.