Things that just suddenly became canon in PAYDAY 2
  • Bodhi admires Sydney’s similar stick-it-to-the-man spirit
  • Sydney thinks Jacket is absolutely crazy and terrifying and totally loves that and thinks they should stick together
  • Sydney also spends her free time singing and designing masks
  • Many of Jacket’s tapes simply contain long lists of fun facts
  • Bodhi’s still going after the Ozaki Eight, and has only two parts left
  • Jiro has learned a considerable amount of English
  • Rust isn’t much for conversation but is intrigued by VR gaming
  • Houston not only drove the van but now regularly maintains it
  • Somebody decided to get Sokol a very, very tiny toy hockey goal from a children’s playset and he is not happy about it
  • Dragan is self-conscious about his weight after Chains cracked a joke at his expense and he is now very focused on exercise
  • The Continental now is officially affiliated with
Just Sing, Orpheus!

Isn’t that what your mother told you
When you were a boy; what the Argonauts
Pleaded when a raging sea threatened

To splinter their boat, and, you — too frail
To row — needed only to sing to lower the pitch
Of the waves? Don’t think, Orpheus, just sing!

Wasn’t that Pluto’s order, when — as Ovid
Says — your songs wrenched iron tears
From his eyes? You should have held

Those notes, Orpheus. There he was, king
Of the Stygian world, offering Eurydice
Another chance, and you, a waltz,

Straight out of hell (if only you wouldn't 
Look back). But, then … what was it you said?
Why? Why? Damn, boy, what were

You thinking? You had the sun, the moon,
And the stars; nightingales lived in your throat.
When you sang in the forest, stones rolled

Over and rivers wept. The world was yours
For a song: garlands of bees and haloes of birds,
Swans at your feet and a dark-eyed nymph,

On a bed of moss. Even Sisyphus cupped
His ears at the top of his hill and turned
His back on his rock-and-roll. Cerberus bowed

His heads and buried his bones, Endymion
Awoke from eternal sleep, and Chaos put
His house in order. But, listen! Don’t mind

This rant. You’ve suffered enough!
After all, this isn’t so much about you
As it is about me, talking to me.

Besides, you’ve learned your lesson.
Your head still floats on a river
Of woe, and, now, you only wish you could sing.

– john sokol