It has come to my attention of my severe inconsistency of my writing. I have theorized again and again about why I am so sketchy about my writing. I think I have finally found my answer. Two years ago, I was a manic depressive. I slashed my arms, I hurt those around me and I was a total asshole to everyone. I got into writing, because it was an outlet for all of my negative thoughts, emotions, and feelings. I was rough at first, and then I started to go 4* on everything... Nowadays, I am lucky if update one fic a month. Why? Because I am no longer depressed. I am no longer hurtful around those. I have wonderful friends like Tei and Lotus, and IRL ones as well. Jiro, Jethro, Edward, Paul, Ian,and Raymond. I may not say much, but you guys are the shit. Moving along, Jet Grind Radio has lost all appeal to me. The magic is gone. I love Jet Grind Radio and the characters in the game that brought me happiness and something to believe in.
I consider Beta to be my first son. I love him to death, and, the way he was going in MoG would lead to his death. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep at nights, thinking of ways of which he could live. But all of them would allow him to live an unhappy life. With all of the shit that I forced upon him, he would be better off dead. I hated myself for not thinking clearly when I made the series, I rewrote it countless times, and now the original meaning I intended for was lost. I cannot continue MoG. It's a dead end fic, and I curse myself for this absolute wretched literature to which I have created. It is an enormous failure on my part, and I do not think I can recuperate from it.
Mew. I was never really attracted to her in a sexual way. I was attracted by her personality more than anything. She looked to be cute, perky and happy. And comparing Beta to a suitable mate, she just seemed right for him. I didn't want Cube, too many people choose her for their characters mate. Pirahna, I didn't see that working out at all. Gum would probably kill him, but Mew looked gentle and caring for Beta. Call me an overprotective parent, but I do want the best for him.
Yo-Yo. I love the guy. He acts almost like me in real life, and his design is just kick fuckin ass. Yo-Yo, here's a beer in your name.
There is many things I wanted to in MoG, and at the end of this series, I will compile a summary of what has happened, including Beta's death. He needs closure, and I feel by doing this final fic of mine, this final fic of Jet Grind Radio, will suit my wants and his needs.
I have once considered myself part of the Elite Four. Me, CGP, Winthawk, and Bishojo Trio. Two left, and two remain. One of the remaining two will leave the wondrous world of Jet Grind Radio to wander the ff.net wastelands.
Crazy Girl Person, I want to say that I love you. You may have not realized it, but you saved me two years ago from my depression, and I will honestly say that I would have committed suicide had you not posted that topic on GameFAQS. You indirectly helped me get a better view of life, and get writing to lose all of my bad karma. I am in eternal debt to you. You pulled my ass out of the fire. And I thank you.
Lotus2D, yer a damn good guy. You made me laugh, and we had great times on Starcraft. When I get a better comp, you better get Warcraft III. I need an AT partner.
Tei-Sama. Well, what not to say? You were the first online friend, and God knows I needed one. Yeah, I made my peace with God. Bastard put up one hell of a fight, and I caved in. It will be a while before I decide whether or not to follow him. He may have beaten me, but I still have questions about him. And-

Tei: Get back to praising me! *Throws Twinkies*

Tank: Right right...

Anyways, you have been there for me, and that is more than I can ever ask of you. I consider you the brother I never had. And thanks for listening the other night. I was rather depressed.
I wanted to do a Romance fic a long time ago, and I feel this is the way to go out with a bang.
Finally, about this fic. I have decided to make another universe. Beta, is Beta, subordinate of the Noise Tanks, with Giga in charge, and Data is a girl. Basically, it takes place a month after the events of the original Jet Grind Radio. Nothing has changed, except growing resentment against the GG's. Love Shockers, Poison Jammers, and Noise Tanks are grumbling and started talks about a possible union against the GG's, and disenfranchised Golden Rhinos formed the Oni-Keisatsu, while Sasha, Hiro, and Jiro are working hard to get rid of them.

The resulting conflicts will all leave Scars from the Streets.












Go on if you want it.
An otherworld awaits you
Don't you give up on it.
You bite the hand that feeds you.

All alone cold fields you wander
Memories of it, cloud your sight
Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber
Lost your way, a fallen knight

Hold now, aim is steady
An otherworld awaits you.
One thousand years--you ready?
The otherworld it takes you

Go into the sand and the dust in the sky
Go now, there's no better plan than to do or to die
Free me pray to the faith in the face of the light
Feed me fill me with sin now get ready to fight

Hope dies and you wander
The otherworld it makes you
Dreams they rip asunder
The otherworld it hates you
Free now ride up on it
Up to the heights it takes you
Go on if you want it.
An otherworld awaits you



-- The Other World











Kill them all. Let God sort them out.



Drip.


So... You are serious?


Drip.


Yes, Shackler. Quite serious.


Drip.


I'll miss you.


Drip.


I know...


Drip.


Do you think we have feelings too?


Drip.


I know you do...


Drip.


Then why are you leaving?


Drip.


I am required elsewhere.


Drip.





Drip.


Drip.


Drip.


Who are you?


Drip.



I am God. You will not remember this conversation.


Drip.


Wha? Don't gimme that! I haven't even started! What you look like?


Drip.


Kreeeak.


.....


I look like just the common person. Wandering the wastelands. People have their image of me. This is my true form. I am here to witness this land to it's death.



Didn't you create it?



In a sense, yes, I did. The people, having an unclear vision of how the world was formed, started to believe in an entity. Thus, I was born. And I continue to live on, as long as there are people who believe me.



Then, all the shit-



I have no control over that. Neither does my brother, Lucifer. People needed another reason of the unjustness in the world. He was born, and he too, wanders the land, looking at the world go by.







I must leave.. Take care of my son..



Who's your son?



A person I believed to be true. And thus he is.










Shackler woke with a start.




Fuck, I really got to stop drinking Monster Man protein drinks and watching horror movies at three AM....