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Max took his early school days seriously. He put the bullies aside and focused entirely on his favourite subjects, math and English. Max's parents believed in him from a young age and bolstered his academia. He was soon enrolled in the best private school money could buy where he was set to ace the HSC (The New South Wales certificate of education). Growing up in Sydney, Australia set a stigma for Max early on. When university came around Max chose to study to become a defence lawyer and try and 'giveback' to those who were less fortunate. During his studies he met the girl of his dreams. Lilli Garner. She studied Art at UNSW. Max and Lilli spent the better part of 2 years as best friends and travelled anywhere they could afford during their University breaks. It was early on in their third year of being together that Lilli moved out and back to Melbourne with her parents. She didn't tell Max anything about why she was leaving, she just said she loved him but needed some time alone. Max was distraught. 2 months passed and Lilli finally called Max to talk. Her voice was shaky and she didn't sound her self. The words swirled around Max's head for hours. She had a terminal brain tumour. She refused to let Max see her in the state she was in, but Max spoke with her parents and arranged a place for him to stay and see her. Months felt like years as Lilli's state fluctuated. Max had to return home to continue his studies, although he found it nearly impossible to concentrate. 3 days after the call he'd gotten from Lilli's Mother about how much better she'd been, Max was caught off guard by a call from an unknown call location. He answered as he hurried his things together for his lecture.
"Max Dunne?" Said a cold, senseless voice.
"Ahhh, Yes... Sorry who is this?" He replied.
"This is the Royal Melbourne Hospital calling. We're sorry to tell you that Lilli Garner passed away this morning." Max froze. "Max if there is anything we can do to help you-" Max hung up.
It was probably a year before Max figured out a way of getting by. He got his life back on track a little, enough to know he needed to get out of Australia. Where he would go he wasn't certain. Greece had always been on their list of places but he knew that'd hurt too much. He went for the more subtle choice of Russia that they'd spoken about a few times. Work in Russia was easier for Max than he'd imagined. He fit right in with the world of crime around him and was soon fairly notorious amongst the gangsters who could speak English. He moved to Chernarus later on to pursue a more low profile life in the law world and see out a case he'd been working on for a year or two. Only after a short time of living there did shit start to hit the fan. "An infection driving people to insanity, and murder." Max could only assume it was Global but sought information about his family and a way home. Many people kept Max alive at the start, some even died protecting him. It took him a while to realise the gravity of his situation.
About a month or so in Max met Viridian. They helped him with everything, from forgetting the shit the world had endured around him, to keeping him alive. He met Rory, a young girl who put a smile on his face despite the dire situation they found themselves in. Though Max had feelings for her he knew nothing could come from it, she was taken. He distanced himself from her and the rest of the group. After a month of alone time Max got a radio call from a Viridian member to tell him Rory had died. Max couldn't believe it was all happening again. He gave up on the outside world and hunkered down alone in his house. He raided supplies from nearby towns for food and alcohol. He spent majority of his nights passed out in different parts of his house. On the 10th of March Max woke to the smell of smoke, The bedsheets upstairs in his room had caught on fire somehow and by the time Max made it up there the whole room was ablaze. He knew no one was coming to help and there was no one to call. So he packed some supplies, along with an abundant supply of liquor. The next week or two were spent stumbling the streets of South Zagoria collapsing and sleeping wherever he found himself.
Once finally out of alcohol he spent some time recovering from a hangover from hell. He moved to Novy Sobor and signed up for a license to carry a gun. He was now worried that in the blur that was the last few months that he may have made a few enemies.
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