"Not bad for a rookie," Roy said, tipping his hat as the mission-complete screen flickered into existence. "But don't get cocky. There’s always another wave."
The neon blue glow of the headquarters wasn't exactly the "pearly gates" Nick Walker had expected. He stood in the sterile, high-tech hub, adjusting a spectral badge that felt heavier than it looked. Beside him, Roy Pulsipher—a man who smelled of 19th-century gunpowder and stubbornness—checked the cylinder of a gun that shot concentrated soul-energy. RIPD The Game PSN
Their first assignment sent them back to the world of the living, though it didn't look right. The world was viewed from a , framed by a HUD that tracked kill streaks and currency. To the humans, Roy looked like a blonde supermodel and Nick like an elderly Chinese man, but to the Deados —the rotting souls hiding in human skin—they were the ultimate exterminators. "Not bad for a rookie," Roy said, tipping
They hit the streets of Boston, which had been transformed into a series of . A Deado, bulging with supernatural corruption, burst through a storefront. Nick lunged, his pistols spitting blue fire, while Roy held the line with a Winchester that sounded like a thunderclap. He stood in the sterile, high-tech hub, adjusting