𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵.ᐟ

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.ᐣ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦...ᐣ 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺. . .

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦… 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦.ᐣ

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶.ᐟ𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.ᐣ𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.ᐟ

an independant portrayal of Jacket/The Player, from Hotline Miami.

Male, He/Him, 30s~, Severely mentally ill. (ASPD, PTSD, Mutism, etc.) speaks through retro tape player.

Veteran with severe trauma, manipulated into horrible acts of violence throughout Miami, Florida in the 1980's. (HC; recreational drug and alcohol use to cope.)

written by Immortal, 20's, He/They. new to tumblr, not to writing.

[click; whrrrr. . .]

he doesn't 'like' hurting people, he thinks. he's just so damn good at it.

@tusk-less-screw i was told i should tag you idk how this tumblr shit works LOL

So, I'm gonna give a OOC lore overview of Hotline Miami, so we're on the same page. May be a wall of text, fair warning. It's the 1980's, pinnacle of the Cold War between America and Russia. Russia invades Hawaii, leading to something called 'The Hawaiian Conflict', to which Jacket (prior to the first game, as a Soldier) and his squad are deployed.

Lot of stuff goes boom, lot of people he know's dies to Soviet soldiers and their attacks, and Jacket himself is caught by some shrapnel after an explosion, and they're sent home, believing the conflict is over.

April 3rd, 1986, Russia nukes San Francisco, killing Jacket's closest friend Beard in the process.

After said nuke is dropped, the Russo-American Coalition is formed via treaty. But, after said Conflict and the killing of many of Jacket's friends and allies, along with deep seeded mental illness, and the growing numbers of the Russian Mob in Miami, he was easily manipulated dozens of times, to go out and kill HUNDREDS of Russian Gangsters, by a terroristic group called Fifty Blessings, seeking to topple the RAC.

Miami, Florida. April 3rd, 1989. You remember, right? The first time we spoke? You were so disoriented, so out of it. Everything was flipped backwards, upside down. We met that day.

Our conversation was lovely. I still remember everything . .

YOU KILLED THEM ALL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE?! GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU MAKE ME SICK!

Ignore him ; remember the questions I asked? Let me refresh you. . .

'Do you like hurting other people?'

'Who is leaving messages on your answering machine?'

'Where are you right now?'

'Why are we having this conversation?'

yeah so, maybe I should make this clear now ; my acc is not, and will never be a safe space for pedophilia, zoophilia, or anything disgusting of the sort. you'll come to see, I'm not too kind about things that cross my boundaries. I will not be nice to you. I'm a grown ass man, and know what I will/won't have around me.