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FILE HPERMC.NPC
//------
// Crimelord Text
// DON'T TOUCH THIS TEXT FILE. The game loads this text in when a new
// Crimelord takes over and inserts the appropriate strings at the "%s"
// marks. Editting this can make things look strange or just plain crash.
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Sitting at a large, antique desk before you, looking stunned, is the
city's top Crimelord, %s.
This one %s is responsible for so much pain and suffering. %s calls
all the major shots. %s every whim becomes reality. If anyone needs taking
down, it's %s.
%s didn't just start at the top. %s's had to crawl up,
tooth and nail. But now that %s's there, the good life has made %s soft.
%s looks up at you stunned. No one ever makes it passed Ash. The realization
has hit that %s time here is about to come to an end. Frantically %s starts
searching through %s desk for a weapon...
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_DOSSIER
%s has complete control over the city. The guards and
city officials like to believe they run the city, but nothing major happens
anywhere without %s's knowledge and approval.
%s is to be considered Public Enemy #1. Expect high
resistance and the best body-guards money can buy. Exterminate with extreme
prejudice.
END_DOSSIER
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Er, Ash," %s says nervously over your shoulder.
"ASH! Could use some assistance in here! Ash..?" A look of fear washes
across %s's face as %s looks back up at you.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
%s didn't just get to %s position on good looks alone.
Using the first weapon %s could find in %s desk, a simple DR Autopistol,
%s cut you down where you stood. It wasn't easy. %s's out of practice
now, living the good life, but %s still remembered enough to bring you down.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
%s is so out of practice now, living the good life,
it was little trouble to drop %s, bleeding and close to death, at your feet.
%s was wearing no armour, and the only weapon %s could get %s hands on
quickly was a simple DR AutoPistol. Really no match for you. It appears
%s just got used to having Ash keep undesirables out. %s final mistake.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
// Not loaded from here
END_STATS
END_NPC