JACKED
Welcome to JACKED. You'll never remember this.\n\n[[Welcome to Tijuana.|Prologue]]
The pain starts to overwhelm you, and you reach for the knife in your pocket. \n\n"No!" a scream echoes, a woman, off in the distance. But it's too late. You've already poked a hole into your throat, shredding a jagged line across your trachea. You didn't ask for this. Who would?\n\nYou have died.
Welcome to JACKED. You're gonna forget it.
You dust yourself off and try again to remember. The German guy was a real prick.
You groan loudly, warm wetness pouring down your face. An ache throbs within your brain; sure, the headquarters are pretty secret, and maybe the drugs weren't quite knocking you out, but did that really warrant a brick to the brain?\n\nThe memories start to come back to you. You've arrived in Tijuana. \n\n[[Dust yourself off.|stand]]\n[[Start bitching to the first person you see.|oops]]\n[[End it. The pain...|die]]
Seth Amery\nAvery Torqüta
You snarl at the woman ahead of you, and it doesn't take long before you're back on your ass, knuckles right in the wound on your head. \n\nGuess you should've been more grateful.