the_tramp said:
Playing Postal 2, a member of the public got annoyed at me and started shooting me. The nearby police weren't having that so started shooting the guy. In self defence I put a bullet into the guy's head, the police weren't having that so started attacking me instead.
I think postal 2 would have been so much more intriguing if they really stuck to the principle that you never actually needed to hurt anybody. The most fun I had in that game was the result of my annoyance with whatever happened to be going on at the moment.
As an example, on day 1 you are suppsoed to get your paycheck (where you're probably going to be forced to fight, but I digress) and then cash it at the bank. Growing bored and frustrated after the line for the only teller never moved, I went outside, climbed onto the roof and threw a cat in through the skylight. The bank guards apparently thought "that's not right" because they immediately tried to shoot me in the face. Luckily, I had a weapon that I found on the bullet mangled corpose of a video game protester, complete with a cat silencer and I made short work of them. The game thought my aim was to rob the bank (I was just trying to scare people out of line) so I figured I might as well make my way to the vault and take whatever was available (oddly enough, the contents of the vault were only a few hundred bucks)
When I tried exiting the bank, it turns out the police had responded to my robbery (which, as I said just kinda happened), but not only was my rifle out of ammunition, my cat silencer had seen better days. Checking my to-do list as bullets raced about my head like angry insects, I found I had but one task left - pick up some milk at the convinence store. Unfortunately, the only weapons I had at my disposal were a pair of scissors and a can of gas, so I pitched one set at the closest cop and legged it to the store.
Apparently, either the game took issue with my brutal murder of a cop with an innocent pair of shears, or was just excessively anal about the fact that I was quite obviously running with scissors, because legions of police were doggedly pursuing me. Realizing my odds were slim if I chose to fight with my pair of scissors, I pulled out my trusty can of gasoline and box of strike anywhere matches. As I reached the convience store, I upended the can of gas, drenching the entire place as I made a beeline for the dairy section. Securing the precious cow juice, at about the same time I ran out of magic fire starter, I flicked a math into the the trail of gas. As the store was rapidly engulfed in a firestorm and police and patron alike were burning alive (or is that burning dead?) I reflected that all of this could have been avoided if the bank had simply put an extra teller on duty.
