It was dark. Darker than any man had seen before. Darker than I had
ever seen, anyway. It was so dark that I was just thrashing; thrashing so
hard that...well, my covers started to tear from my pointy toe-nails.
I decided to open my eyes. Yes! That cleared the darkness. It just happened to be dark because I was in a sleazy motel room with my eyes closed, just waking from a bone-chattering nightmare.
I rolled over, looking at the crisp, shining new alarm clock. The only reason that was in such good condition is because I stole it from some guy down the block - there was no way I was using anything from this room. I stuck a cockroach from the floor into a socket to make sure it worked right before I used it.
I glanced around the sleazy room, trying to find where I left the bag from last night. There was a broken TV, mostly there for decoration, judging by the bullet hole in the middle. A night-stand was right beside my bed, and a door led off to the bathroom. I was dreading going in there for my morning piss.
By now, I bet you're wondering about what this "bag from last night" is. Well, last night, I had everything planned out. I had the plane tickets ready and everything. I got a large, black trash-bag and did it. I put on my old black ski mask, and robbed Libery City's local AmuNation. This was a horrible idea.
As soon as the guy behind the counter saw me walk in, he pulled out an uzi and let a stream of bullets flurry all around the shop - it was like he didn't care what happened to the murchandise! I have a feeling this is due, in part, to the fact that I had robbed the place just last week, killed the guy behind the counter, and got myself on America's Most Wanted. Luckily enough, I had a good lawyer and was back out of the slammer by the end of the week.
Anyway, as the bullets started flying, I thought fast and dived behind a shelf full of old pornos (you didn't think he made all his money off guns, did you?). After leveling off my new-found boner, I grabbed hold of a pimply-faced kid staring awkwardly back from the flurry of bullets, to the porn, and to me. I kept hold of him, even though he was struggling, until he got a bullet in the chest and he stopped moving.
Using the boy as a human shield, I approached the counter. It was then that I realized they had put up a security measure of barbed wire between the customers and the clerk. I shoved the pimply-faced little geek through the barbed wire, while readying my glock. As soon as the kid got shredded to pieces and fell out of my way, I let my own flurry of bullets loose. One hit the clerk in the head.
It lodged itself into his head, and exploded, leaving a hell of a mess for the janitor to come by and clean up later. I darted around the store, past all the bewildered customers, just shoving guns into my bag. I still think, to this day, that it was too easy; that he should have set off the alarm. But hey, it's only a day later, and he could have been mentally retarded.
So the next thing I know, I'm on the plane, on my way to Vice City. I heard it was a nice place to get a good reputation going, but I had heard the same thing about Liberty, so I didn't get my hopes up.
I hopped out of the place, and I saw nothing but a beautiful...highway. I hadn't thought about having to drive - my mind was focussed on getting my loads and loads of guns on the plane. They didn't even search my bags. They did search the old Arab woman behind me though. She died of a heart attack because of it.
Anyway, I pearched myself by the side of the road with an uzi, waiting to take the car of anyone who didn't volunteer one to me. The first thing that came by was a taxi. I jumped out in front of the road, uzi in the air, and yelled, "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR!!"
The car halted, and the guy got out. I got in, and started driving down the road to my new life. At the corner, a cop tipped his hat to me. I drove for awhile, until I came to a beach. I found a rotten, run-down motel, and collapsed on it's flimsy bed. And that's where we left off, and leave once again.
Until next chapter, -Jim
I decided to open my eyes. Yes! That cleared the darkness. It just happened to be dark because I was in a sleazy motel room with my eyes closed, just waking from a bone-chattering nightmare.
I rolled over, looking at the crisp, shining new alarm clock. The only reason that was in such good condition is because I stole it from some guy down the block - there was no way I was using anything from this room. I stuck a cockroach from the floor into a socket to make sure it worked right before I used it.
I glanced around the sleazy room, trying to find where I left the bag from last night. There was a broken TV, mostly there for decoration, judging by the bullet hole in the middle. A night-stand was right beside my bed, and a door led off to the bathroom. I was dreading going in there for my morning piss.
By now, I bet you're wondering about what this "bag from last night" is. Well, last night, I had everything planned out. I had the plane tickets ready and everything. I got a large, black trash-bag and did it. I put on my old black ski mask, and robbed Libery City's local AmuNation. This was a horrible idea.
As soon as the guy behind the counter saw me walk in, he pulled out an uzi and let a stream of bullets flurry all around the shop - it was like he didn't care what happened to the murchandise! I have a feeling this is due, in part, to the fact that I had robbed the place just last week, killed the guy behind the counter, and got myself on America's Most Wanted. Luckily enough, I had a good lawyer and was back out of the slammer by the end of the week.
Anyway, as the bullets started flying, I thought fast and dived behind a shelf full of old pornos (you didn't think he made all his money off guns, did you?). After leveling off my new-found boner, I grabbed hold of a pimply-faced kid staring awkwardly back from the flurry of bullets, to the porn, and to me. I kept hold of him, even though he was struggling, until he got a bullet in the chest and he stopped moving.
Using the boy as a human shield, I approached the counter. It was then that I realized they had put up a security measure of barbed wire between the customers and the clerk. I shoved the pimply-faced little geek through the barbed wire, while readying my glock. As soon as the kid got shredded to pieces and fell out of my way, I let my own flurry of bullets loose. One hit the clerk in the head.
It lodged itself into his head, and exploded, leaving a hell of a mess for the janitor to come by and clean up later. I darted around the store, past all the bewildered customers, just shoving guns into my bag. I still think, to this day, that it was too easy; that he should have set off the alarm. But hey, it's only a day later, and he could have been mentally retarded.
So the next thing I know, I'm on the plane, on my way to Vice City. I heard it was a nice place to get a good reputation going, but I had heard the same thing about Liberty, so I didn't get my hopes up.
I hopped out of the place, and I saw nothing but a beautiful...highway. I hadn't thought about having to drive - my mind was focussed on getting my loads and loads of guns on the plane. They didn't even search my bags. They did search the old Arab woman behind me though. She died of a heart attack because of it.
Anyway, I pearched myself by the side of the road with an uzi, waiting to take the car of anyone who didn't volunteer one to me. The first thing that came by was a taxi. I jumped out in front of the road, uzi in the air, and yelled, "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR!!"
The car halted, and the guy got out. I got in, and started driving down the road to my new life. At the corner, a cop tipped his hat to me. I drove for awhile, until I came to a beach. I found a rotten, run-down motel, and collapsed on it's flimsy bed. And that's where we left off, and leave once again.
Until next chapter, -Jim