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*** Matias5 ***

Get your paper...

The human explosions continue...

The human explosions continue...

Give me a paper son.

Thank you.

"569700th human explosion"

An unprecedented wave of mass murder...

has started to torment this over-populated city.

Seems like people have lost their sanity for good...

like they're now competing to see who can kill more of their fellow-humans

This was the bases of the story.

And my part, in it, was to transform into something.

I never could of dreamed of.

This is me...

Lipton Cockton.

My original, Ugrian name is, Launo K�kkyr�.

With my Chinese game-rooster.

Some months ago I was called...

to the scene of the latest mass-crime.

Lipton Cockton,...

...good to have you here, Cockton.

They closed the whole area, and took all the evidence.

They say our jurisdiction ends here and they're going to reassign us.

You must do something about this.

Lipton Cockton...

You're one of the best.

Remember, you're one of us.

You rush inside...

...because you don't have any respect,even for the dead.

Remember...to leave everything in place...

We are police officers of the northen district.

I'm in charge of this department.

He is Lipton Cockton, a detective.

I am Brand Marlon...

...federal agent.

This case belongs to us now.

And you...

What?

You, from now on, will be working for my personal pleasure.

And I guarantee, it's going to be pleasant.

I knew...

...brunette bitch.

Lipton Cockton.

Personal name and powerful attitude.

Here's some evidence...

...or what's left of it.

You're now on duty under the federal government.

You take orders only from me.

But remember...

...this first federal case of yours, can be the last...

You must understand, I'm not going to take you under my wing for free.

I require sacrifices from you.

What do you mean?

Open your pants.

You're making a mistake regarding me.

No...

I don't make mistakes.

Drop your pants...

Only over this...

...and my mother's dead body.

You don't understand humour.

Start the investigation.

Report to me every hour.

14th of February, night of the Valentine's Day.

Again this same situation.

Strange employer and the target is a psychopath.

Who has invented an effective way to eliminate people.

But to me, it was just one of dozens cases alike.

Which have appeared in these, seemingly long, months.

What the fuck, man...

Stressed to the extremity, sometimes I indulged to exaggeration.

It was an inevitable cause of staying awake excessively and a lack of any normal relationships.

I had decided, regardless of my new, eminent employer,...

...to fulfil a long-time desire of mine.

Oh, Mr. Lipton Cockton.

Have you been chasing crooks, how many today have felt the power of your horrendous cannon?

0.5... litre beer and a mouth-spray.

0.5...

Oh, it's so nice to have you in the neighbourhood.

This shop hasn't been robbed since you came here.

You cleanse this city, like a "ladybird cleanses a bush invaded by aphids"

By the way, have I told you about this mouth-spray?

It's a product, by the conglomerate, important to us all,

The LTD Productions, the victorious way to the future...

It's an institution which possesses and sells everything which improves the quality of life and increases pleasure!

3:30 AM, on my way home...

Seems like I have aquired a little fame on my block.

And maybe with the courage drained from it, I was going to celebrate this Valentine's Day.

Mr Cockton...

I recogzined those heavy footsteps of yours.

Screw your guinea-pig, old man!

You're a pig, Cockton!

You're a filthy animal...

you don't have any respect, even for the sick!

Seems like the good ol' Adolf Kek�l�inen had preserved his arrogant, Urgian sense of humour.

What the fuck...

You showed up early.

No...I can asure you, this is the agreed time.

I get paid by the job, just to let you know, nowdays you gotta work hard...

Yeah...Yeah...

Do it already!

Not sympathetic...

Don't be hasty.

Seems you can even do what I ordered!

The price doesn't include a definite show...

Only, just, a sympathetic one...

I want it to be certain...

nor avant-garde.

Before you mock me more...

Remember, behind this card, can hide, a sentient human-being...

Wait...

I also dispatched a delivery to you...

Video stuff...

What is it?

It's a porno, mark my words, it's a porno...

That hairy faced creep definetly wasn't the experienced professional, whom I had mailordered.

My innocent plan, to spend the night with a paid date...

...failed the moment the receiver didn't care about the absolute requirements.

So there wasn't any other choice for me, than to stick with my usual night-time hobbies.

Goddamn you, boy.

This is your mother speaking..

These are probably the last word from me to you.

When you're listening to this.

I'm already dead!

Because you have ruined my life.

You go around, fucking your whores.

While you should be working, bringing honor to our family name...

The Cockton!

I hereby leave this modest and simple message, to you,...

...as a reminder of that woman...

...who sacrificed her life...

...to her son...

Where are you?

You don't visit your mother anymore.

If you don't come now...

...don't bother coming to the funeral either!

I know that you too have a problem with yourself.

You are as lonely as any living being in the middle of all this insanity.

If you want information on your latest case, you know the place 'Silicon Cafe'

Aye, Tintin!

I'm Lipton Cockton, is there any Word for me?

No, there isn't any...Word for you.

Wait!

A certain woman was sorry she had to go...

But asked to forward a message to you:

There is a message for you at the Federal Network Bureau.

Codename: Lonely

Where's Landlord?

Here's a rooster...

I'd like a whore.

What do you want?

You're in need of fresh meat, aren't you?

And I'm in need of a woman! - Is it shit you've been eating? -

Shit, is what YOU've been eating!

This one here has been eating the best kind of shit.

Oh...Really?

And even more this is the best breeding-rooster in this municipality.

And what a rooster am I...

I fucked all my chickens to death!

There's not enough meat even for a sandwich.

You're full of shit!

One can feed on a chewy rooster much longer.

This rooster barely qualifies, even for my Irma here.

Irma!

That kind of stuff I just got rid of...

And some salty crackers in addition to the bargain?

Seems like you're trying to fuck me over, the whole bunch of you, huh?

Irma... She might even die when I fuck her!

Goddamned! - Just wait a second... -

Won't we give the poor bird a second chance, huh?

You see, animals are the salvation of this planet.

And women...

You can't just sell them and exploit whenever you feel like it.

We're leaving now...

Have fun, boys...

I bailed with ostensible calmness.

I was hoping no one outside my table had heard my spontaneous rant.

I don't know what got into me.

But that strange scene had made me almost forget the actual business I was here for.

That unknown caller, who might even be the murderer, playing games with me.

Something had moved inside me.

I felt an unexplained compassion towards this sudden Valentine's date of mine.

By the way, where are you going?

Well...

You can stay right there if you like...

...as long as you don't shit on my coat.

Quite surprising, isn't it.

I expected this meeting to be something completely different.

Better this way...

I prefer a friend over a whore.

Goddamn you, boy! I've heard nothing of you, we got to our office...

and we're expecting some sort of results by now...

But no, no.

There's a message for me.

Oh, Mr. Cockton.

All sorts of missunderstandings.

Unpaid bills and all that.

These machines make a lot of mistakes.

Like I could afford that.

I'm a man, I'm a woman... I can only be one of them.

I hope we'll meet again, soon.

There's a message for me, codename: Lonely

What made me come here? Why am I following that unknown female voice?

Why do I need to continue this way of life?

Is it any good for this society, crazed by it's own fate...

...if I catch one psychopath?

Us humans are just statisticists of our own lifes.

We don't want to control anything or take any real responsibility.

Our fate is just as it is

Even you know, that all that life you protect, in reality enhances only death.

But you won't stop, think and do it differently.

Instead, you are a typical son of this age...

and you cherish your personal inviolability by all means.

But even your inviolability won't be spared from the next humilation.

I also would like to put forth a question.

Did you know that ordinary people are working most of their lives for the industry as guinea pigs.

I'm offering you a tangible clue...

...so you could understand, what it's like to live in the world, which you have engaged to defend.

Remember, the final solution is always possible to reach.

My fate, here, under your eyes, shall be the proof.

Explain to me...What you were doing there.

I've managed to find out...

...that all the victims have been decent citizens from the middle class.

What do you mean?

Normal, functional parts of the system, people, who act like what is expected of them.

So...the killer must be some lunatic nonconformist.

Some bastard, seceded from life, and thinks it's their responsibility to blow up ordinary people.

Another rat in the maze.

Get out of here...

...and try to find more concrete evidence.

My place is like this.

Make yourself at home.

I'll try to hurry...

This shouldn't take long...

Happy Valentine's Day.

Wishes: Eartha

Your former fianc�.

The woman, who's dreams of great love, you destroyed!

Who are you and what is your business? Be honest.

I'm Lipton Cockton, police...

Detective and I'm interested in...

Probable crime matters and law-suits against the company are dealt with in writing.

You can drop your claim here.

You misunderstood me.

I don't have any claims, I'd like to apply for tester.

I see...

...the times are tough, even for officers.

NEXT...

You are in the group; Hormones A 32.

Hormones...

Yes, yes, you know, the yellow ones, the red ones, muscles and desires.

Ain't there a risk...?

That's what we pay you for!

Sounds fair.

What now?

This is your first time, huh?

Listen, now it starts.

This is the moment when we're gonna pass out.

What the hell...

I've collected material about all the misfortunes...

.. so I might think it's natural, but who's right now.

Because people have made bad decision thorughout the centuries...

... usually in the name of the humanity.

We're at least members of the labor union of guinea pigs.

When we start strikin', lemme tell ya, they can start using the rats again!

We must...

..leave this place.

Not yet, my friend.

We are commited to spend the next days here.

So, let's have fun!

You can let loose here!

Man, that was hard work...

It's harder and harder each time, but one can handle it.

With iron fitness, positive attitude and an open mind.

I'm off for the date, so see you soon or I might be on the moon.

WHAT THE FUCK, Cockton?

You have exactly 15 seconds to get out of there.

And find something.

...or there's gonna be a hell to pay, goddamn you Cockton!

Oh, I think it's better to leave and head to some direction...

If I go and buy you some grains.

That's done then too.

It's better for you to stay here.

(???)

By the way...

...that tree must be taken care of.

February 27th, 05:17 AM

Thoughts of the exploded woman, on the...

...multinational production company, have been made clear.

Seems that human individuals and industry are ready...

...to do anything that maintains the thought of a healty life-style.

This information didn't help my investigation.

And the crimes remain unsolved.

I headed towards the only grocery store in my neighbourhood...

to buy food for the only living creature that seemed to still care about me.

When I entered the shop street, I noticed my neighbourhood had lost it's last grocery store.

And for a complete surprise, I saw in the windows a familiar figure.

Fuck off.

So, this is it.

Unique piece of this model.

First they finger them and then don't even purchase.

Mr. Cockton...

...you're here too.

You're probably wondering about this change.

But, I had to change products, on demand.

You see, nowdays dreams sell better than realities.

First I thought, groceries at day-time and sex and violence at night.

But now I've noticed that these two sell any time of the day.

Mornings begin with rough sex.

Violence at noon.

When the night falls, lots of whip.

But, what are you looking for?

The ordinary or the extraordinary?

I'm interested in that model in the display window.

You mean the blonde?

You wanna try her?

Excuse me?

In the back, we got comfy meeting-booths.

No, thanks.

I'm interested in that outfit.

Where did you get it?

Come here, please.

Wait there, so no one can see you.

I'll close the shop...You can trust me.

Who are you?

And why have you invaded this place?

This is private property.

I'm detective.

Really?

Upstairs, there's an outfit that might belong to a murder victim.

He's talking about that white outfit in the vitrine.

They are costumes of their style and there's a market for them.

And I think you're not part of the patronage.

Hey, boys...

Goddamn it, I'm a cop.

I scarcely possessed myself, I was full of hatred.

Never before have I let any sort of thing effect on my job.

But now seems that the line is crossed.

My integrity has been insulted.

The sexshop must be somehow related to the deaths.

So I decided to report to my superiour and drag him into this.

Firepower was definetly needed.

Go on...

What news have you?

The world is changing.

It's becoming a very dangerous place.

You might be right but absolutely on the wrong path.

I've come across the clothes of the dead.

I suggest a raid...

...on a ceratin sexshop.

You're getting excited for no reason.

Explain to him.

Yes, I'm detective (??name??)

What the hell?

And I'm Edgar Hampton, investigator of the interior department.

Regradless of your possible prejudices.

We are the management of police superannuation fund.

And because the institute by itself can't be trusted...

....we must secure our own futures.

This is business.

And for certain reasons, we're specialised in dead products.

As you know Death is in!

Everything like that sells!

As you can see, there's no incredible quality in this.

As long as there are corpses, we're in business!

And as it seems, you've got nothing to offer us, go...

...and stay out of our way!

Or you're going to have to deal with me, personally.

How could I have believed, that everything...

...I devoted myself to, is now proven to be false.

My naive purpose was just to protect mankind.

But, now I understood I've supported criminals.

The situation in the city has gotten out of hand.

There wasn't even the illusion of someone taking responsibility.

Personally I was in exactly the same place as this rooster.

There seemed to be no place for us in the world.

You smell like chicken shit.

Or is that reek, the perfume of some cheap whore of yours.

Does someone live with you?

I know someone lives with you.

Why aren't you answering?

My duty is to warn you, son.

Lust, woman...

The most treacherous demons try to throw you onto the path of fragility.

And that's the path that will destroy you.

And your career...

My dear son...

Wait...

Be strong...

Suffer...

Look, one day, a girl crosses your path.

And you'll know...

...she's the right one.

The one with this kind of sense of humour...

...will get acquainted with my gun.

Who did this?

I shouldn't have left you alone.

From now on we're the same person.

Under the same roof.

And may the one be warned...

who tries to get between us by force.

What are you doing here?

We can't reach you by phone.

Just "automatic" and "message", instincts and parapsychology.

Your life isn't worth anything anymore.

You'll need to choose you side.

That's why I'm here.

And the rooster in the oven.

Boss symbolism.

You don't seem to understand?

It's not clear.

Better clear than unclear.

The boss thinks your biggest problem is the wrong...

kind of humanity towards the weaker beings.

He's got a deal for you.

It's more use to you...

than death.

So here I am.

Cockton, hello?

You don't know me, but if you want to continue, you know the place "Apocalypto Gallery"

I'm Lipton Cockton.

Is that your pet?

No, a cousin from the country.

Who was this woman, dressed in a way of a long ago passed grandeur...

and what was her goal?

It was clear to me, that she was the key to my conclusion.

And that's why my purpose was to make her...

...reveal her secrets, one way or another.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Lipton Cockton.

I'm Eartha.

Stinking Eartha, from Car Clearing Sisters.

Nice, nice, nice...

In honour of our shared times, here's a free advice.

You can't drive this filthy, even with a bean like this.

You mean, obey the law and get yourself robbed, huh?

300 d-marks or double the amount in dollars.

And the window glitters like the corner of your mother's eye.

The corner of my Mother's eye was always...

...black

So let's leave it covered with shit.

In honor of my mother.

You're one cheap bastard.

Usually we take all that you have!

And you Miss, must be very lonely.

Someone, who won't be missed...

...even by the gravedigger.

Where are you going?

Straight forward...

towards the destination.

Maybe someplace more romantic?

Have you heard, that a real man acts only under romantic circumstances?

I mean, the more exciting place, the bigger the pleasure.

We can't make it to the Mount Everest now.

Forgive me, mother.

You know already what I want.

All this started when multinational corporations realized to,

put into, a sort of religion, to help market their products.

How about, "LTD Prodution, in the victorius way to the future" and the exploitation of people.

It's just a small piece...of this mosaic.

With it, we can understand more.

But the conclusion is found elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

For fuck's sake, tell me about it already

Or I won't answer the consequences . - What do you mean? -

I wouldn't want to kill you for yearning for my cock...

A long time ago, a group of advanced people united to save the world.

From thereon, they formed, a sort of "miniature history of the creation"

Please, go on.

The point of it, was sort of a game...

Apacalypso

Finally, everything was clear to me.

I understood, how my imaginations of a life...

worth living and the recent happings melted together.

As I've experienced death already once...

I traveled towards the final stage on my conclusion.

If there were different viewpoints of the meaning of life, there had to be different destinations.

And just now, the options had come to light.

Life for death, or death for life.

Isn't it so..

that everyone of us, wants to see the hero surviving only with bruises.

Like we all would want to manage through our lives...

...in which, behind every dream, can hide a rotten carcass.

None of the happenings of the future are true today.

They're in your hands, in my hands is the fate of the ones, coming after me.

Our choices aren't minor.

For when we leave this earth...

we'll sit quietly and cry, for what we did to it.

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