1. Message to CJ
CJ left the bike next to the phone booth and walked towards it. The earlier phone call told him to go to the phone booth in the desert and wait for another call with important information for him. CJ didn't feel like waiting under the hot sun, but luckily in less than five minutes the phone started to ring, and it was only then that he thought how it weird it was to have a phone booth in the middle of the desert.
"Hello?"
"Hello, CJ."
"Hey, who is this?"
"The same who called you earlier."
"¬¬. I know. But who the hell are you?!"
"CJ, I'm God."
"God?"
"Yes. But not the bible dude, another kind of God. CJ, I'm the creator of 'GTA San Andreas'."
"What the hell are you talking about?!?"
"Listen closely, CJ. I thought it was time for you to know. You're just another game character."
"=O"
"Yes, I understand. I created the game so people from my world could have fun with you and your friends by robbing places, doing drive-bys, visiting hookers and modding the game time after time till it started to suck."
"-.-"
"CJ, it must hard for you to hear this, but you're nothing but pixels in a PlayStation 2 / PC game. You don't exist!"
"That's bull****."
"I know, but it's the truth. You were created to entertain teenagers with low self-esteem and family problems. You became the refuge for those punks, and I'm proud of you CJ, that's why I decided to tell you."
"Look, man, that's no true. You no God, because God doesn't exist. You're just another punk screwing with me! I don't buy this s***!"
"…"
"You're right, CJ. I'm screwing with you! It's not God, it's David from the casino, remember me??"
"Yeah… ¬¬"
"Happy birthday, man!"
"… It's not my birthday."
"Uh… no?"
"No."
"…"
"Sorry, then, man."
"¬¬"