In the year 3066 of the Earth's calendar, Prell opened a love game "Gotham Chronicles".
Although the name is strange, the degree of freedom is extremely high, and the character modeling is unexpectedly exquisite.
There is a poor priest with eight-pack abs here. If you are willing to help him wipe the abandoned statue of the Weeping Virgin in the corner, he may be willing to give you a hot dog. After eating, you can add two full belly bars and a non-painful "hot" negative buff.
But if you underestimate him and dare to leave any dirty blood stains in his church, he will take out two guns from his black robe with a grin, and then tell you
"Boy, you're done."
There is an elusive owl assassin here. When your initial wealth is not high enough, as long as his name flashes in front of you, you will be forced to load the file. But when your wealth is enough for you to put on a mask, he will obediently lower his head, whether you pinch his face or pat his butt.
"Why don't you continue judging me now, Talon?"
There is also considerate and reliable Detective Drake. As long as you show him the player's unique charm, he will immediately put down the coffee in his hand and fall in love with you, but you'd better not indulge in this, otherwise you will soon find that there are so many black monitors in your home that they are almost overflowing.
"Honey, you're under arrest."
Prell read the 111th file and finally reached the full achievement collection, but just when he was satisfied and planned to close the game, he discovered a strange man wearing a bat suit in a heavy rain with injuries all over his body.
Oh, what an excellent battle-damaged beauty.
"Who are you?"
"Player."
"Or you can call me, the fourth natural disaster."
Intention:.
