I redid Tomahawk's ending because I felt like the original one was weak and I could have done a lot better with it. This one is a bit different. And if any newer people are reading this, just read back through the older posts and read Tomahawk's storyline to get caught up.

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The final secret switch is flipped, detonating a multitude of charges right underneath the pavement. Explosions beneath the three bosses blow their vehicles sky high, utterly and completely destroying them. The smoldering wreckage crashes back to earth. Tomahawk sits unmoving amongst the wreckage, badly damaged but still functioning Chief Red Falcon narrates:

Thankfully, mercifully, the contest was over.

(Camera is on the inside of the jeep in the passenger’s seat, showing the right profile of the Chief’s face.)

The spirits had guided me to victory. I was ready to see the man behind this and end this abomination against nature called Twisted Metal.

(A raven alights on the doorframe of Tomahawk and caws)

What is it, little one? I must go to the junkyard? Thank you. Now fly far away from here and be free. I wish I could do the same.

(Tomahawk skids away from the city, and the camera fades away and then back in from a bird’s eye view as Tomahawk rumbles down a narrow desert road.)

I could feel my heart beating like a stampede of buffalo. These wretched hours were finally coming to an end, and I was about to meet the man responsible for the death of my family. How would I react?

(The jeep comes to the scrapyard and bursts through the rickety metal gates, skidding to a halt in a clearing amidst towering heaps of lifeless autos. The Chief climbs out of the driver’s seat and slams the door shut, walking to face the man before him. He is clean-cut and is well dressed, adorning himself with a dark Armani suit.

“Ahh, Chief Red Falcon. You came back for another round, I see,” he speaks.

“What do you mean?”

“Just that I am so surprised to see you again so soon after last year’s competition. You took quite a beating. I presumed you for dead. But no, you have proven to be hardy and determined. I respect that.”

“What are you talking about? I have never competed in this contest before this year,” responds the Chief, looking confused and suspicious.

Kane laughs softly. “Why, of course you have. You have returned this year and have become victorious. I must congratulate you.”

“What is going on here? What….aughh…” The chief clutches his head and his eyes squint shut. Momentary flashes of bloody battle scenes flood his mind.

“You are starting to remember, I see. Yes… It is really no surprise that you won. I mean, a man violent enough to kill his own family… This is certainly your element.”

The Chief continues to struggle with the flashbacks. “What are you saying?! You liar! My family, my home, my people, they were killed by this competition one year ago! I joined to avenge their deaths!”

“You are right in saying one thing, Chief Falcon. Your family did die at the hands of one of last year’s competitors. Let me help you remember…”

Kane strides over to the battered Native American and places his hands on his head. The Chief begins to yell out savagely, then blacks out, crumpling to the ground.)

Memories came flooding back to me of the day they took everything from me. But this time, things were different. This was not how I remembered things.

(In the flashback, Chief Red Falcon is driving Tomahawk across a large open plain. A grim scowl is set into his face as he chases the vehicles in front of him, a junk car, dump truck, ice cream truck, and motorcycle.)

This had to be a trick. These were no memories of mine.

(The Chief hits a button on the dashboard and a fire missile is shot off from Tomahawk, screaming toward Roadkill and making contact, blowing off a fender.)

These were the ones who had destroyed my home, I recognized them easily.

(The convoy of combatants rolls towards a small group of crude dwellings in the distance, with smoke from campfires rising into the air.)

I must not give in to these hallucinations…

(The group of cars rumbles into the camp, Tomahawk right on their tail. People scream and run around in a panic, trying to find shelter from the onslaught. The vehicles fire off innumerable projectiles at each other, laying waste to the defenseless camp.)

This was my village! I was being forced to relive the nightmare over again! But this is not how it had happened. I had been with my people!

(Manslaughter rolls straight over a hut, crushing it beneath its massive tires. Tomahawk is following close behind it, its machine guns blazing. Manslaughter dumps its bed of hot coals behind it at Tomahawk, but the Chief drives straight through. This sets fire to the whole reservation.

Women scream and children cry, desperately trying to escape the peril. Some are blown to bits by the fight, some are run over. The men try in vain to throw spears and shoot arrows at the vehicles, but their weapons have no effect. They too are decimated.

Behind the wheel of his jeep, the chief cries out and hits a red button on the steering wheel. A slot in the hood opens up and several fiery arrows shoot out into the sky, aiming for Manslaughter. The dump truck, however, swerves away at the last instant, and the arrows miss their mark.

The vehicles eventually make their way out of the camp, but Tomahawk stays behind. The Chief shuts off the engine and watches the other contestants fade away in the distance. With unseeing eyes he surveys the carnage around him, the wreckage, the corpses, the destruction.

The chief suddenly sees a wounded woman clutching two small children and rushes over to her. He kneels down and turns her face toward his. The woman sobs in pain and holds the children ever closer to her chest. She and the kids are pierced with the arrows from the chief’s car.

“You…. Monster…” she whispers, her eyes wide, her breathing growing short and raspy. The Chief does not react to this statement. He stares right through her, no emotion on his face. He seems to be completely unaware of his surroundings.

His wife breathes her last and dies right there in front of him. He gets up, still showing no signs of cognizance, and walks slowly back into the car. He ignites the engine and zooms away from the ruins of his home.)

No…

(Back in the junkyard, the Chief snaps back to consciousness, with Kane standing over him.

“What… have I done…?” he whispers, his eyes wide and white, his pupils dilated. He pushes himself to his feet and tries to stop  himself from shaking.

“Your crimes are great, Chief Falcon. But not beyond redemption. Go now. Drive until you can no longer. You will find your way.”

“Yes… the Chief mouths. He staggers back to Tomahawk and turns the key, then peels out of the junk yard and onto the desert road.)

I remember it all so vividly now. How could I have done such a thing…?

(Camera shows the right profile of the Chief’s face inside the jeep.)

I am a monster, no better than the other murderers in this competition.

(Tomahawk zooms past a stationary camera, kicking up a cloud of dust.)

I am responsible for the deaths of my family. How can I ever redeem myself from what I have done?

(Flashback to the chief’s wife’s corpse, impaled with countless arrows.)

All I can focus on now is doing just as that man said. I will drive until I can no longer. I hope somehow I can find my way…

(Tomahawk zooms off into the distance as the end credits roll and Black by Pearl Jam plays.)

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What do you think?

Nicely done. Seems better than the last one.

I think having it mysterious like that adds a little to it. But if you're aching for context he could either be just fighting for more land for his people/ chasing the contest off the reservation, maybe he joined in when he saw them coming, maybe he's just lost his mind. I'll leave it up to you.

I actually just thought of an even better idea. Maybe he enters the contest to avenge his family, only his family dies at his hands in that contest. It could be some weird time paradox thing or maybe he could have had premonitions about his family dying when they hadn't yet. That's what I should've done. Darn   (The second one)

And sweet Can't wait to see it and thanks for using my character. And yea these noobs need to see some of the old good stuff  

I've been thinking about starting a new one myself, one whole story rather than jsut everyone's gameplay cutscenes. But i feel like I have to finish these first.