Cryptic Tales | The Fan Fiction Series

[XXVIII]

Static Signals | Fan Fiction 1

 

Creator: ‘Hi. We’re making something orgasmic in pixels involving the number six that would like to be friends with the PlayStation 5, Xbox Scarlett and personal computers. Our mission is simple: we are aiming to please. To accomplish this, however, we want to put more heart and muscle into this thing that was born when it’s predecessor was taking baby steps. Ideally, we’d like to take our franchise on a more realistic path and let the player grasp true immersion, while also having the capacity to interact with objects and elements that have been static and inanimate.’

 

C Suit: ‘Okay. What exactly is it that you are eyeing for your workload to better engage your audience?’

 

Creator: ‘We’d like to put yours, and your automotive friends’ wheels in our thing, particularly to bring a greater focus to the driving aspect of our franchise, the fidelity of the vehicles themselves and advanced customization. We are also on the hunt for another Game of the Year title. 

 

C Suit: ‘Sorry, but no. We would much rather see to it that our vehicles keep a clean reputation, as oppose to them being showcased in a work of fiction. That, and succumbing to blood baths.’

 

Creator: ‘Okay. Are you familiar with sharks?’

 

C Suit: ‘To keep this on the business side of the spectrum, yes, I’m familiar with Shark Tank.’

 

Creator: ‘Are you familiar with our sharks?’

 

C Suit: ‘I..., honestly, don’t quite follow you, sir.’

 

Creator: ‘Well you see, our sharks have been biting in the billions since 2013.’

 

C Suit: ‘So what you’re saying is that these sharks could you help your organization and your workload by buying into a business deal with the automotive industry?’

 

Creator: ‘In exchange for you allowing us to drop your wheels in our big thing, we will give you millions of sharks.’

 

C Suit: ‘Would these millions of sharks be hush money or profit?’

 

Creator: ‘The positive term, confidentially.’

 

C Suit: ‘Your confidentiality is my skepticism.’

 

Creator: ‘Your industry’s assets will be one of our thing’s big playmakers.’

 

C Suit: ‘I’m sorry, but I just can’t budge on it. It’s the political climate; it’s an absolute mine field. We’d be treading on fire, here, and it would be a blowout with those empty suits, which would mean negative PR. Then? We’re going into protection mode and that’s not even counting the potentiality of an even worse nightmare: litigation. I’m sure you can understand my position and the looming ramifications for our industry, sir.’

 

Creator: ‘Yes, of course, I do. But we at Creator Games are looking to transform our franchise and make future Pricedown tales sexier, from all points of perspective. We’ve also studied the framework of the American political and social-economic culture since 1999, as our games have highlighted. I am sure you can understand our perspective.’

 

C Suit: ‘Yes, I do. But..., in laymen’s terms..., you can’t have our cars. Your next avenue that you might consider pursuing is contacting Forza’s producer. It was really nice to converse with one of your organization’s own, though. That series has really matured. I wish you all the best with your next endeavor. You have a great day.’

 

Creator: ‘That is unfortunate that we could not come to an agreement today. Your cars implemented into this new thing would have been remarkable, to say the very least.  Thank you, and we appreciate your time today.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘HQ, are we gonna do it?’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Not only are we going do that, but we are going to decimate the sales of the last one. The look on people’s faces..., and the fact that they contributed heavily to this game’s potential..., it’s just going to be amazing for us to watch it all play out. The fans wanted Next-Gen. They’re getting that and more. Many have this thinking that we are not sampling and collecting ideas from the community to implement in the next game. We are. Honestly, between Next-Gen, the sharks, the fans, and ambition, this is everything the game is made of.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Damn straight. With each build level, I’m just going to get better. And closer to realism, as close to a Google image as possible.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Hey, Vinnie, how you doing, man?’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Hi! Doing really awesome. This build is the best one yet. Feeling the love from that second letter of the Greek alphabet, you know? Amazing how far I’ve come. I’ve really come into my own. The presentation just everything, really. Their one hell of a team, love these guys. You’re shaping up nicely, too.’

 

RAGE: ‘Thanks I really appreciate it. Yeah, made it through Redemption II. I had chills through all of it; such a sad story. Now I’m getting ready for my next one. Amazing thing is this game is like an alpha version of you!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Yep, especially with the RPG elements and volumetric clouds. Very beautiful.’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘Hi, I’m looking for work and saw your job vacancies. I would love to put everything I can into your Next-Gen production.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘I would appreciate all the help I can get to be the best I can be. But..., you’ll need to ask my creator about that one.’ Run it by them, and we’ll see what happens.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Hey, if they greenlight it, I’m all for it. You can be a part of the journey.’ 

 

Creator: ‘Yes, absolutely. Welcome to the development toolkit. You’ll be perfect to streamline our workflows and the big thing.’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘That’s great, thank you! I give you my affirmation that I will do my damndest!’

 

RAGE: ‘We’ll be great together, I’m looking forward to it!’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘Okay, so... what are we attacking right now?’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Well, the map is the big focal point, right now, but other departments are being covered as well.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Yeah. Roll call time! Map, how are you looking, right now?’

 

Map: ‘Holy *uck!’

 

RAGE: ‘Audio?’

 

Audio: ‘Sexy!’ 

 

(Cheh-reh-reh-reh-vroom!

Verroom-veroooom!

Get dow’nah *uckin’ ground!’

Whoooshh!)

 

RAGE: ‘Damn! Graphics?’

 

Graphics: 

 

RAGE: ‘Gorgeous. Driving?’

 

Driving: ‘Lookin’ good!’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Storyline?’

 

Storyline: ‘Gritty.’

 

RAGE: ‘Physics, how you are making out?’

 

Physics: ‘Love these Next-Gen. development kits.’

 

RAGE: ‘Very nice. Music/soundtrack’?

 

Soundtrack: ‘Best music of the whole franchise comin’ at you soon.’

 

RAGE: ‘Love it. Realism, how much depth do you have?’

 

Realism: ‘Real life. That is all.’

 

RAGE: ‘Protagonist structure?’

 

Protagonist structure: ‘No comment; don’t wanna spoil.’

 

RAGE: ‘Understood. Police, what is your approach going to be this time around?’

 

Police: ‘Reasonable tactics, force when applicable and K-9 units. 

 

45, check?’

45. Go ahead.

I’ll be the lead unit.

45, 10-4.

10-50, 10-50 he wrecked it!

Shots fired, shots fired, shots fired!

Pull back, pull the *uck back!

 

RAGE: ‘And there is much more.’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘Wow... Game’s burning on all VI cylinders, huh?’

 

RAGE: ‘Well, that’s one way to look at it, haha!’

 

Political Correctness: ‘Can I be in this game?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Nope, but all the political bulls*it, can. Along with everything else *ucked up in our world.’ 

 

Political Correctness: ‘Damn it.’

 

AM: ‘Hey there, Vinnie. Long-time-no (farts) ugh, bloody hell. Sorry, anal sphincter’s been unsettled last few days. Must be excited for the next few years.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Hello, again, farting HR guy!’ Nice seeing you, again!’

 

AM: ‘AM, please. Gotta keep this professional and chat to a minimum, yeh? (farts) It’s futile trying to stop it, so why even bother?’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘A’ight... which of y’all *iggahs rippin’ *ss? Smellin’ that *hit down here Chiraq!’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You’re good; I’ll being bringing plenty of entertainment to *iss yourself to.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Your game’s gonna be such *hit without me! Pity, hahaha!’

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Oh, shots fire, bruh!’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You weren’t the only ace, Benz. Remember Terry, Gary and that other guy?’ 

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Do you remember the day when you looked in the mirror to your backside, only to find my hairy, Scottish ass that you were forced to kiss after my game *ucked your game over? No? Well that day’s coming. Can’t wait for it.’ And where’s my $150,000,000? Need it to give EVERYWHER3 that VIP treatment.’

 

RAGE: LMAO.

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Why are you laughing at that? You are acting like the little engine that could.’

 

RAGE: ‘I’m sorry; I just never knew that the Benz had a hairy *ss.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Guess you need a little more fine tuning.’

 

Creator: ‘Hey, Leslie... your millions have been up your *ss the entire time. Try fisting yourself to free it, you might get lucky.’ 

 

Aaron Garbut: ‘Here’s a thought. Why doesn’t everyone shut the *uck up properly, so we can get this thing done without delaying it. Thanks.’

 

Leslie Benzies: Delaying is your company’s principle. Always been, always will be. 

 

Creator: ‘And just what were you doing in your executive office? Getting head, tickling your ballsac?

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Aye, way too much information we be needin’ to know.’

 

DicksBeforeVIBabe: ‘Hey, check out my private snap.

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Please leave.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Maybe after EVERYWHER3 hits the market we can set something up.’

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Uh, Leslie? Wrong place, wrong time.’

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘This is why we can’t have nice things.’

 

Creator: ‘Speaking of which...’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You have zero room to talk.’

 

BrazillianGirlPowaah: ‘Shut up.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Delete your existence, child manipulatin’ *iggah!’

 

Colt Austin: ‘*uck off!

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘Who are you?’

 

Colt Austin: ‘Been tryna’ get outta’ the needle jungle that is San Francisco.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘You from Bayside, bro?’

 

Anthony: ‘Nah, man. Oakland. Bet your area code ain’t any less of a *hitfest, huh?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Nope. DOAs, TNAs, and beefs with ICE.’    

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You just described me perfectly, Anthony.’

 

XXVIII: ‘If you do not understand all of this... that is okay. It’s meaning runs deeper than that of entertainment.

 

Creator: ‘Hi. We’re making something orgasmic in pixels involving the number six that would like to be friends with the PlayStation 5, Xbox Scarlett and personal computers. Our mission is simple: we are aiming to please. To accomplish this, however, we want to put more heart and muscle into this thing that was born when it’s predecessor was taking baby steps. Ideally, we’d like to take our franchise on a more realistic path and let the player grasp true immersion, while also having the capacity to interact with objects and elements that have been static and inanimate.’

 

C Suit: ‘Okay. What exactly is it that you are eyeing for your workload to better engage your audience?’

 

Creator: ‘We’d like to put yours, and your automotive friends’ wheels in our thing, particularly to bring a greater focus to the driving aspect of our franchise, the fidelity of the vehicles themselves and advanced customization. We are also on the hunt for another Game of the Year title. 

 

C Suit: ‘Sorry, but no. We would much rather see to it that our vehicles keep a clean reputation, as oppose to them being showcased in a work of fiction. That, and succumbing to blood baths.’

 

Creator: ‘Okay. Are you familiar with sharks?’

 

C Suit: ‘To keep this on the business side of the spectrum, yes, I’m familiar with Shark Tank.’

 

Creator: ‘Are you familiar with our sharks?’

 

C Suit: ‘I..., honestly, don’t quite follow you, sir.’

 

Creator: ‘Well you see, our sharks have been biting in the billions since 2013.’

 

C Suit: ‘So what you’re saying is that these sharks could you help your organization and your workload by buying into a business deal with the automotive industry?’

 

Creator: ‘In exchange for you allowing us to drop your wheels in our big thing, we will give you millions of sharks.’

 

C Suit: ‘Would these millions of sharks be hush money or profit?’

 

Creator: ‘The positive term, confidentially.’

 

C Suit: ‘Your confidentiality is my skepticism.’

 

Creator: ‘Your industry’s assets will be one of our thing’s big playmakers.’

 

C Suit: ‘I’m sorry, but I just can’t budge on it. It’s the political climate; it’s an absolute mine field. We’d be treading on fire, here, and it would be a blowout with those empty suits, which would mean negative PR. Then? We’re going into protection mode and that’s not even counting the potentiality of an even worse nightmare: litigation. I’m sure you can understand my position and the looming ramifications for our industry, sir.’

 

Creator: ‘Yes, of course, I do. But we at Creator Games are looking to transform our franchise and make future Pricedown tales sexier, from all points of perspective. We’ve also studied the framework of the American political and social-economic culture since 1999, as our games have highlighted. I am sure you can understand our perspective.’

 

C Suit: ‘Yes, I do. But..., in laymen’s terms..., you can’t have our cars. Your next avenue that you might consider pursuing is contacting Forza’s producer. It was really nice to converse with one of your organization’s own, though. That series has really matured. I wish you all the best with your next endeavor. You have a great day.’

 

Creator: ‘That is unfortunate that we could not come to an agreement today. Your cars implemented into this new thing would have been remarkable, to say the very least.  Thank you, and we appreciate your time today.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘HQ, are we gonna do it?’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Not only are we going do that, but we are going to decimate the sales of the last one. The look on people’s faces..., and the fact that they contributed heavily to this game’s potential..., it’s just going to be amazing for us to watch it all play out. The fans wanted Next-Gen. They’re getting that and more. Many have this thinking that we are not sampling and collecting ideas from the community to implement in the next game. We are. Honestly, between Next-Gen, the sharks, the fans, and ambition, this is everything the game is made of.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Damn straight. With each build level, I’m just going to get better. And closer to realism, as close to a Google image as possible.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Hey, Vinnie, how you doing, man?’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Hi! Doing really awesome. This build is the best one yet. Feeling the love from that second letter of the Greek alphabet, you know? Amazing how far I’ve come. I’ve really come into my own. The presentation just everything, really. Their one hell of a team, love these guys. You’re shaping up nicely, too.’

 

RAGE: ‘Thanks I really appreciate it. Yeah, made it through Redemption II. I had chills through all of it; such a sad story. Now I’m getting ready for my next one. Amazing thing is this game is like an alpha version of you!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Yep, especially with the RPG elements and volumetric clouds. Very beautiful.’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘Hi, I’m looking for work and saw your job vacancies. I would love to put everything I can into your Next-Gen production.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘I would appreciate all the help I can get to be the best I can be. But..., you’ll need to ask my creator about that one.’ Run it by them, and we’ll see what happens.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Hey, if they greenlight it, I’m all for it. You can be a part of the journey.’ 

 

Creator: ‘Yes, absolutely. Welcome to the development toolkit. You’ll be perfect to streamline our workflows and the big thing.’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘That’s great, thank you! I give you my affirmation that I will do my damndest!’

 

RAGE: ‘We’ll be great together, I’m looking forward to it!’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘Okay, so... what are we attacking right now?’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Well, the map is the big focal point, right now, but other departments are being covered as well.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Yeah. Roll call time! Map, how are you looking, right now?’

 

Map: ‘Holy *uck!’

 

RAGE: ‘Audio?’

 

Audio: ‘Sexy!’ 

 

(Cheh-reh-reh-reh-vroom!

Verroom-veroooom!

Get dow’nah *uckin’ ground!’

Whoooshh!)

 

RAGE: ‘Damn! Graphics?’

 

Graphics: 

 

RAGE: ‘Gorgeous. Driving?’

 

Driving: ‘Lookin’ good!’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Storyline?’

 

Storyline: ‘Gritty.’

 

RAGE: ‘Physics, how you are making out?’

 

Physics: ‘Love these Next-Gen. development kits.’

 

RAGE: ‘Very nice. Music/soundtrack’?

 

Soundtrack: ‘Best music of the whole franchise comin’ at you soon.’

 

RAGE: ‘Love it. Realism, how much depth do you have?’

 

Realism: ‘Real life. That is all.’

 

RAGE: ‘Protagonist structure?’

 

Protagonist structure: ‘No comment; don’t wanna spoil.’

 

RAGE: ‘Understood. Police, what is your approach going to be this time around?’

 

Police: ‘Reasonable tactics, force when applicable and K-9 units. 

 

45, check?’

45. Go ahead.

I’ll be the lead unit.

45, 10-4.

10-50, 10-50 he wrecked it!

Shots fired, shots fired, shots fired!

Pull back, pull the *uck back!

 

RAGE: ‘And there is much more.’

 

Unreal Engine 4: ‘Wow... Game’s burning on all VI cylinders, huh?’

 

RAGE: ‘Well, that’s one way to look at it, haha!’

 

Political Correctness: ‘Can I be in this game?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Nope, but all the political bulls*it, can. Along with everything else *ucked up in our world.’ 

 

Political Correctness: ‘Damn it.’

 

AM: ‘Hey there, Vinnie. Long-time-no (farts) ugh, bloody hell. Sorry, anal sphincter’s been unsettled last few days. Must be excited for the next few years.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Hello, again, farting HR guy!’ Nice seeing you, again!’

 

AM: ‘AM, please. Gotta keep this professional and chat to a minimum, yeh? (farts) It’s futile trying to stop it, so why even bother?’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘A’ight... which of y’all *iggahs rippin’ *ss? Smellin’ that *hit down here Chiraq!’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You’re good; I’ll being bringing plenty of entertainment to *iss yourself to.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Your game’s gonna be such *hit without me! Pity, hahaha!’

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Oh, shots fire, bruh!’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You weren’t the only ace, Benz. Remember Terry, Gary and that other guy?’ 

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Do you remember the day when you looked in the mirror to your backside, only to find my hairy, Scottish ass that you were forced to kiss after my game *ucked your game over? No? Well that day’s coming. Can’t wait for it.’ And where’s my $150,000,000? Need it to give EVERYWHER3 that VIP treatment.’

 

RAGE: LMAO.

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Why are you laughing at that? You are acting like the little engine that could.’

 

RAGE: ‘I’m sorry; I just never knew that the Benz had a hairy *ss.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Guess you need a little more fine tuning.’

 

Creator: ‘Hey, Leslie... your millions have been up your *ss the entire time. Try fisting yourself to free it, you might get lucky.’ 

 

Aaron Garbut: ‘Here’s a thought. Why doesn’t everyone shut the *uck up properly, so we can get this thing done without delaying it. Thanks.’

 

Leslie Benzies: Delaying is your company’s principle. Always been, always will be. 

 

Creator: ‘And just what were you doing in your executive office? Getting head, tickling your ballsac?

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Aye, way too much information we be needin’ to know.’

 

DicksBeforeVIBabe: ‘Hey, check out my private snap.

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Please leave.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Maybe after EVERYWHER3 hits the market we can set something up.’

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Uh, Leslie? Wrong place, wrong time.’

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘This is why we can’t have nice things.’

 

Creator: ‘Speaking of which...’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You have zero room to talk.’

 

BrazillianGirlPowaah: ‘Shut up.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Delete your existence, child manipulatin’ *iggah!’

 

Colt Austin: ‘*uck off!

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘Who are you?’

 

Colt Austin: ‘Been tryna’ get outta’ the needle jungle that is San Francisco.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘You from Bayside, bro?’

 

Anthony: ‘Nah, man. Oakland. Bet your area code ain’t any less of a *hitfest, huh?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Nope. DOAs, TNAs, and beefs with ICE.’    

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You just described me perfectly, Anthony.’

 

XXVIII: If you do not understand all of this... that is okay. It’s meaning runs deeper than that of entertainment.

Edited September 23, 2019 by XXVIII
I altered the fan fiction’s title to make it appear more distinguished.

[XXVIII]

Stranglehold | Fan Fiction 2

 

 

I’m Grand Theft Auto: VI, here for the structured interview with a... Mr. AM? 

 

AM: ‘Hi. Welcome, nice to meet you.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Hello, thank you and likewise. Pleasure is all mine, been a fan of this massive team since 2003.’ 

 

AM: ‘Ahh, great, great! Well, let’s crack on and see if we can get a career rolling for you.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Alright, let’s get the pixels firing.’

 

AM: ‘Haha, jumping into it already, I see.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Yep.’

 

AM: ‘So, I am just gonna get straight to it. You’re Vinnie Ippolito, jumped from Chicago, San Francisco, Miami and back to Chicago, and... looking at your resumé, you’ve got an extensive history with computer graphics, animation, audio engineering, visuals, and performing arts. You’ve additionally also (farts) oops, hahahaha, sorry about that-‘

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Haha, that’s okay; it’s Chemistry. We’ve all turned one loose when we didn’t expect it. Plus, that is what Phil Cassidy tried to get Vic Vance to do in Vice City Stories, so it shows your profound appreciation for one of your brand’s character creations.’

 

AM: ‘Yeah, yeah it really does! So before my arse abruptly chimed in..., you’ve additionally had experience with ZModeler, 3DS Max, Unreal Engine 4 and dabbled with Unity.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Yep, that’s correct, sir.’

 

AM: ‘So what would you say by your volition are the qualities that you exhibit that makes you a candidate for Game of the Year vacancy at Rockstar North?’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Well...,     

 

I’m far-reaching, boundless and nameless. That’s the beauty of every brushstroke of my presentation and ambitious architecture that never went low because the spirit of my psyche stood taller than the fear of being lost and damned. If I was embattled, the wounds never raped my confidence; they were accelerants and motivators to make my passion hotter. I’m a tale of cities within which embers of John Wick hiss if you cross my criminal underworld’s hot lines. Limitations may have been the recidivist that slipped through the nucleus of my five-letter friend, but I murdered it. I’m a realist and headlines won’t condemn my addiction of attacking every facet of real life and casting it as a call to action that you will face, and feel the brunt of, when you step into my dystopia. I respect the competition, but they will never be able to shank my game. I’m children with innocence pervading and leeches perverting the backstory of their journey. I’m unapologetic that you could be *ucked at the right place, at the right time for leaving your car keys within reach of a crew of hoodies. I’m the peaceful silence at the 8-hour prison where sex education is the only ace that was just wrecked by a lone wolf’s anger soak in gunpowder. I’m a flat liner, your next addiction and I’m coming for your PlayStation 5, Xbox Scarlett or personal computer.’ 

 

AM: (silence)

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Is everything, okay, sir?’

 

AM: (farts) ‘Again, sorry, but that one was justified. *uck me! Yes, everything is more than okay. That was *ucking brilliant! I don’t even have to think twice on it, which I’ve never done before! This is a remarkable first! Congratulations, you’re Game of the Year! We look forward to working with you and playing the *uck out of you!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Really?! Oh my god, thank you. Thank you so much, sir. It’s a pleasure in and of it self!’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Hi, Leslie, here.’

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Benzy, we’re completely *ucked! Rockstar’s gonna kick our *ss with VI!’

 

Leslie Benzies: What! *ucking no way! Not gonna happen. Ever. We’ve got to take it to new heights and push more into our game. We’re gonna go all out with realism, with real everything! Cars, brands, guns, radios, media. It’s all coming! We’ll be the ones putting the fear in the game industry!’ 

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘With all of that, we’ll be the greatest game in the history of games!’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘It’ll be one of the best productions I’ve ever put my name on. Everyone will be so overcome with emotion, it will be amazing to watch it all play out.’ 

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘It’s all well deserved for you, Leslie.’ The wait will be well worth it.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Yeah, well, we’ll just see about that.’ 

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I altered the title.

[XXVIII]

Nightfall: Vinnie’s Last Stand | Fan Fiction 3

 

*Strong profanity is visible within this fan fiction. Please read to the very end; you will be glad that you did so.* 

 

 

Creator: ‘So who’s up for a little payback, tonight?’

 

RAGE: ‘You know I was born to be a ninja behind the trigger. But, I’ll only bite if it pays more than the sharks.’

 

Creator: ‘You’ve always been out of control.’

 

RAGE: ‘I’m outside the lines, but I always keep it 100 to the target. I’ve never run away from the spotlight. 

 

Creator: ‘Have you ever watched ‘The Dark Night’? 

 

RAGE: ‘And all of the nostalgia trails, yep.’

 

Creator: ‘Good to see you’ve kept young after all the facelifts.’

 

RAGE: ‘You’re the masterminds.’

 

Creator: ‘We will be when we’ve mastered reality. We’ll bury Pricedown with respect, but that’s after we settle the score that’s roughing up our big thing.’

 

RAGE: ‘Damn. The trolls never sleep, do they.’

 

Creator: ‘Neither do the cyberpunks with their naivety. They think they have us all figured out.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Get a few words together, round up curiosity and then start a fire.’ 

 

Creator: ‘Yes. Then the community tears itself a part, calling out every drop of the mouth.’

 

RAGE: ‘Then somebody takes a shot at the truth and they get buried with a threat.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘The naive will be the same as always. So, what y’all be cookin’ up? Caught my ear in the crossfire.’

 

Creator: ‘We need to pull the plug on Vinnie.’ Leslie, BrazilianGirlPowahh and Unreal Engine 4 are going to help pull the trigger?

 

RAGE: ‘Vinnie? Vinnie Ippolito? But, why? He’s got stars in his eyes, why would we want to shoot out those skylights?

 

Da’Rell: ‘*uck, humans really be reversin’ backwards. No wonder there’s so much blastin’. I thought Vinnie was a real one.’ So he a snitch? We puttin’ a hit on this *iggah or what?’

 

Creator: ‘Vinnie was too much and wasn’t enough. Not of the quality that we, and especially the public, would expect. We have a dream on the rise that will be even better.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘I’ve played Hitman before, but never on the side of a gun like this. I’ve seen a lot of heat in action in Rio de Janeiro. You get hit by the jungle feeling fast.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘You ain’t seen World War 3, ‘til you stepped in my ‘hood. *iggahs be turnin’ up, throwin’ other *iggahs in the ground. *hit, one-times no every spot could be a manhunt when they turnin’ they backs. No love, man.’ Died back in the 2000s.’ 

 

Creator: ‘We know. We have to cut the chatter down, though, and sneak up on the opportunity before it runs off.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Sorry for driftin’ from the convo, but yea, if you need another gun... I’m down; Vinnie sound like bad blood. But, you like paper, I like paper. Spit a number.’

 

Creator: ‘We can kick a couple thousand your way.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘C’mon! You the king of entertainment! I ain’t *uckin’ up nobody for clown money! A million or I bounce.’

 

Creator: ‘Done.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Gotta love those sharks.’

 

Creator: ‘We really appreciate it. The plan is in place. The time to execute is now and we cannot afford to sleep on seconds. BrazilianGirl, are you ready?

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘I’m strapped for the show.’

 

Creator: ‘Good. Da’Rell?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Let’s *uck him up!’

 

Creator: ‘We’ll supply the transport. Now we just need The Benz and then we’ll make a move on Vinnie at the spot. It’s a crack shack looking like it is about to double-over deep in the gut of a Motor City suburb. Vinnie had a bodyguard posse, but all but one was lost because of the run-in that he had with EVERYWHER3. EVERYWHER3 picked off the guards and gunned for Vinnie, but Vinnie stabbed EVERYWHER3 in the tail bone. EVERYWHER3 made off with a trail of blood and trauma that made every taste of breath burn. Vinnie and EVERYWHER3 never had another scuffle again. We think that makes for a good 411. This should be quite effortless, really. Victory, point-blank.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘One question. What’s an Italian guy doin’ hold up in The D?’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Maybe that’s what he likes?’

 

Creator: ‘No. He’s know we’re getting the jump on him. Less conversation, more action, okay?’

 

RAGE: ‘I love Elvis! Can we listen to that tune along the way?’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Uhh, no thanks.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Hell, nah!’

 

Creator: ‘No, this is business. We don’t need any deviations. Leslie is waiting.’ 

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Creator: ‘So are you ready for this, Benz?’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Why don’t you ask my CV? All good, here. Since this is like a hit contract, we should all get buck for this; especially me.’ 

 

Creator: ‘Okay... we’re rolling.’

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Creator: ‘Okay, we’re here. Shutting it down, now. All is quiet, but that could be weaponized as an ambush, so we should slowly converge on the building. Everybody gun up and we’ll move out. Don’t forget you’re kevlar.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Damn, that was a blip.

 

Creator: ‘Also known as real life.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Exactly. The older you get, the faster it goes. Weak moments can be your best teachers. Won’t hurt as bad, next time.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Yep. So who got dibs on that bodyguard *iggah?

 

RAGE: ‘Can you stop saying that, please? 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Sorry, bro. The gang life got hold me. I was there, shot three times in the leg. Bailin’ outta Chevy and Buick 4-doors from war zones... it was the life. Got caught up in the wrong *hit. So this my kinda hit.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Damn.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Sorry about that.’ Even my YouTube life and the naive leeches that try to suck the good out of my talent’s pride isn’t that bad. I feel for you.’

 

Creator: ’Terribly sorry that had to happen to you. But, we need your best game face, Da’Rell.

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Nah, it’s a’ight. You all givin’ me the hope in a world that ain’t showin’ it. You’re like family; I’m locked in.’

 

Creator: ‘Hurry it up!’ 

 

RAGE: Who’s taking the guard?  

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘I got the guard, guys.’

 

RAGE: ‘You sure?’  

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘That’s a gas-powered, .50-mahfuc*in’-caliber badass, right there! Sure you don’t wanna drop it down to a .22? 

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘I’ve handled way worse... trust me. A touch of gunpowder is heaven compared to a wound eating away at your flesh.’

 

RAGE: ‘Benz, what’s your poison?’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Gotta go with American politicians’ worst nightmare: the AR-15.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Goin’ with the Mac-11, ‘cuz I grew up with Coolio and I got a rap dream I’m pushin’ towards.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Hey, good for you, man.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Thanks. Can’t just give up, ya know?’

 

RAGE: ‘I couldn’t. I never knew how.’

 

Creator: ‘Okay, is everybody ready?’

 

RAGE: ‘I’m in bleed mode.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Let’s f*ck Vinnie’s  *hit up, bro!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘I was ready even when I wasn’t.’

 

Leslie Benzies: Waiting for the green light on Zulu.’    

 

Creator: Okay, let’s go. Remember... you are not just doing this for our benefit, but those of our fans. They want the Next-Gen look and Vinnie’s mediocre. We don’t do mediocrity at Creator Games. Tonight, you’re all crusaders. Let’s be out in two minutes tops, alright? 

 

RAGE: ‘10-4.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Sounds good.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Okay.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Gotcha. We fight as one, we win as one.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Feelin’ those positive vibes, Benz. Good lookin’ out.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘It’s what I’ve been doing since 1999.’ 

 

Creator: ‘Three-story floor plan, with lights only visible on the first floor. Your weapons have all been integrated with LED flashlights and lasers. Check that they work before we proceed.’

 

RAGE: ‘Yep, both work.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘All work, but they bright as *uck!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Yeah, fully operational.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘No problems, here.’

 

Creator: ‘Good. We have rear set of industrial double doors that are dimly illuminated. That’s our entry.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Way too quiet ‘round here; ain’t likin’ it.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Yeah, me neither.’

 

Leslie Benzies: Not only that, but this whole building layout sucks. Virtually no exterior lighting. It’s like a death trap, out here.’

 

Creator: ‘Well, Detroit had life to it when the automotive industry was dealing. After they started gutting their businesses, they took the heart of the city with them.’

 

RAGE: ‘Then a dark cloud befell the city, and crime and poverty moved in, which kicked out the chance for opportunity... other than having a drug dealer on speed dial or criminality.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Yep. The D has had so many fallouts with bulls*it and blight. You got *iggahs shackin’ up in $1.00 houses, plantin’ plants, and settlin’ for these war zones. *isses me off, honestly.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘That’s why there’s so much scrapping. It’s for survival.’

 

Creator: ‘Correct. But, remember, we can’t deviate. We’re already passed the two minute mission execution goal and Creator Games needs to stay in motion.’ You can sympathize with Detroit, later. Let’s keep moving.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Affirmative. Moving to engage door. Okay... the door turns and we’re in. No black security alarm boxes are detectable. No hold-ups.’

 

RAGE: ‘Perfect.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Wow... very dingy in here.

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Slow is steady, steady is slow.’

 

Creator: ‘A long, dated corridor is down range with a fire exit adjacent to a stairwell to the first floor.’ Be careful not to trip the pull stations. 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘This ain’t what I was expecting to see for a factory layout. Looks like an apartment conversion.’

 

RAGE: ‘It’s very odd, that is for sure. Are you sure the point of interest was a factory?’

 

Creator: ‘Per Google Maps, this address matches up to Vinnie’s last known location, which is a derelict factory. We’ve hit the target.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Probably best to have our trigger fingers at the ready, here. We don’t know what’s waiting for us up those stairs.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Good idea. Everybody do like The Benz is doing: keep you right index finger on the trigger handle. It’ll be easier to give any threats a mag.’

 

RAGE: ‘Got it.’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Temper your movements... this stairwell is rickety beyond repair.

 

Creator: ‘Proceed with caution.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘I *uckin’ hate spiders. Just cut through a web. Ugly *ss, six-legged *iggahs! Go *itch yo’ selves!’

 

Leslie Benzies: (farts)

 

Da’Rell Remier: Aye-aye-aye! Hush yo *ss up, man! Gonna reveals us doin’ *hit like that.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Sorry, might be nerves.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘It’s cool, just watch yourself.’

 

RAGE: ‘I have eyes on the first-floor. This is no factory; these are apartment rooms. Keep you’re guard up and stay close by. 

 

Creator: ‘There are twenty rooms to be had on this floor. Vinnie could be stowed away in any one of them, waiting with an attack.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘So now we’re gonna have to breach and clear on Zulu?’

 

Creator: ‘Yes.’ 

 

RAGE: ‘Hey, I remember that game! It was always funny when the French soldier said that.’

 

Creator: ‘Focus.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Damn, I though this was gonna be-‘

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh:’ What the hell?’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘S*it, power cut!’

 

RAGE: ‘I was not... expecting that.’

 

Creator: ‘We were, however. It was inevitable. Vinnie and his bodyguard detected all of our presences. Flashlights and lasers on. 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘A’ight I admit... I ain’t likin’ this *hit no more. We’re this *iggah at so we can blast ‘em and *uck off outta this nightmare.’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Everybody stop right the *uck where you are!’ Drop your weapons and don’t think about movin!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘I’m not afraid of you, nor death. You’re intimidation and threats will do zero to make us back down!’

 

RAGE: Vinnie... I’m sorry you have to go out like this, man, but it’s for the best!’

 

Mickey: ‘Bettah do everything he’s tell ya to do!’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Man, *uck that! I ain’t doin’ *hit that this Mickey Mouse clown or Vinnie *iggah say! You can both suck my *lack *ick, choke on it and then die!’ 

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Hahahaha!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Shut up, you cackling *uckin’ *itch!’

 

Mickey: ‘Yeah!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘You shut up, you greasy Italian prick! I’ll castrate your *ick and blow your face right off!’

 

Creator: ‘This is of no surprise to us at all, Vinnie.  

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ’Well played, dip *hits. Did you enjoy that little surprise that I threw into your  reconnaissance mission?’

 

Creator: ‘Not in the least.’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘I been waitin’ for you *ssholes to follow my trail so that I could cut all your lives short in one go!’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘We ain’t stupid, Vinnie. You gonna die and *uckin’ love it!’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘What did you guys see in this punk, anyway?’

 

Creator: ‘We saw potential in this vision, but then Vinnie just died off. As previously stated, we do not produce mediocrity.’

 

AGENT: ‘Freeze! Eeeverybody get your *ucking hands up now! Hands up, hands up! Don’t *ucking move!’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Holy... *ucking god!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Agent!’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘What? What? I-I-I can’t even *uckin’ believe it right now, man! My eyes are havin’ orgasms! Can it really be... Agent!’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘I thought you were dead! Sorry, but this is a shockwave to my *ick! I don’t even know what to say, right now!

 

AGENT: ‘Amazing how life works isn’t it? *uckin’ right, baby! Come get some of this sexiness in a few years!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Damn, I’ll take some of that.’

 

AGENT: ‘Plenty of terabytes to go around.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘ No! It can’t be, it just can’t *uckin’ be! You *hit the bed. How can- Wh- H- *uckkkkk!

 

AGENT: You piece of *uckin’ dirty *ass, piece of vermin dog s*hit. *uck you. *uck. You! You are an absolute joke! Cyberpunk: 2077 is way better than you’ll ever be, Vinnie!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘*uck them!’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘*iggah, now I know you ain’t dissin’ my homies at CD PROJEKT Red! ‘Cuz we ‘bout to have some serious beef!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: *uck you all! f*ck you, AGENT! Just because I don’t have licensed cars and all that other realistic bulls*it, I’m taboo, now?!’

 

Creator: ‘You are mediocre, obsolete and need to be extinguished.’   

 

AGENT: ‘It’s over, Vinnie.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Ohh, s*hit!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Mickey, do somethin! Prove ya worth, kid!’

 

Mickey: ‘...’   

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Drop those *uckas, Mick! Or I’ll drop you, you worthless piece of *hit!’

 

Mickey: ‘*uck you, Vinnie!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘You little *ocksuckin’, mutha*uckin’ *sshole!’

 

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!

 

Mickey: ‘Ohhhhh... ahhhhh (coughing) ughhh (deceased).

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘*Damnnnnn!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Who’s next to fall? How ‘bout the *itch’?

 

BrazilianGirlPowahh: ‘No... god no, please... I just want to chase my dream!’ 

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘Sorry... but I’m too far gone to give a *uck, toots!’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘No, nooooo!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI ‘You believe in God?’

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: Yeah... yeah, I do.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ‘He’s waiting for you.’ 

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Noooo!’

 

AGENT: ‘You motha*ucka!’

 

BANG...

 

RAGE: ‘...’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘...’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘...’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: ’Ahhhh... ahh (coughing) ahahahaha! You piece of s*it! I should have killed you back in 2009. (coughing).

 

AGENT: ‘Don’t worry... I’ll be killing it for years to come. Goodbye, Vinnie.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: VI: (deceased).

 

AGENT: (embraces and consoles BrazilianGirlPowahhh).

 

BrazilianGirlPowahhh: ‘Thank you. You are one hell of an agent. Go get ’em.’

 

AGENT: ‘Thank you. And I’ll be one hell of a Next-Generation experience. Creator... mission accomplished.’

 

Creator: ‘Well done, AGENT. Creator HQ will be very pleased. Creator HQ? It’s done.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Well, done, indeed.’ Okay, AGENT... we have more work to compete before you achieve gold standard.’

 

AGENT: ‘Yes, sir. They will be in tears.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: *uckin’ right they will. Game of the year, right here.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Damn, EVERYWHER3, we got competition. 

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Hey, that’s fine by me. I cannot wait to play AGENT!’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Yeah, it sounds amazing!’

 

 

XXVIII: This message within this fan fiction is far beyond entertainment; it is remarkable. 

 

Total duration to complete this fan fiction: 18 hours. 

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I added the title of this fan fiction.

[XXVIII]

Between the Lines | Fan Fiction 4

 

 

Pipeline: ‘Boss, I really think those four pictures would look sexy riding down me.’

 

Creator: ‘There’s 8K reasons why it will be sexy, but the market doesn’t know it yet. Those pictures are just one reason. The other reasons are lying low under a Christmas tree.’

 

AGENT: ‘Good evening. I don’t mean to play monkey-in-the-middle of your back-and-forth, but I’ve got something tall going hot underneath my zipper. I think... it’s a Bonaire.’

 

Ronald McDonald: ‘Hi. I’m the mascot of that yellow arc that makes fat hug people’s skin, who also wears a jumpsuit to make my love handles standout. I think somebody needs a smile and a Happy Meal to clean up their toilet breath.’

 

AGENT: ‘Mr. Clown... with all do respect sir, please *uck off, kiss the fattest part of my terabytes and give the mic back to Will Ferrell.’ 

 

Ronald McDonald: ‘I’m very sorry, sir, but I have no choice but to break the McDonald Code of Conduct and say go *uck yourself and to suck Grimace’s purple *ock!’ 

 

AGENT: ‘Look... just get the hell away from my sexy code and I won’t have to burn a bullet on you. Thank you.’ 

 

Adult Only: ‘Jumpsuit man givin’ you a problem, chief?’

 

Mainstream Media: ‘Ahhhhhhhhh!’ 

 

Creator: ‘Touchdown, on the quarterback sneak.’

 

AGENT: ‘On topic: I got dibs on one of those houses, via a realistic realtor on a real smartphone application (such as Redfin). 

 

Tom Brady: ‘Off topic: Hey! You guy’s gonna kick some *ss, like I’m going to under center again this year?’ 

 

AGENT: ‘Yes, sir.’

 

Adult Only: ‘*uckin’ right.’ 

 

Creator: ‘We do our best to be the GOAT.’

 

Tom Brady: ‘Well, baby... just Hail Mary those *itches. I don’t know if Giselle’s gonna let me play that *hit, but it’s all good. Well, gotta get ready to kick this season’s *ss on September 8. Great talking to you, guys. Have a good one’

 

Creator New England: ‘We want another Lombardi!’

 

Creator: ‘Well... Grand Theft Auto: VI was murdered in a Detroit apartment complex by AGENT in XXVIII’s last fan fiction. But for epic purposes... we got our 6th, now you grind for that 7th, Tom.’

 

Announcement: ‘Hi, everyone, how ya doin?’

 

The Public: ‘There it is! Jump his *ss!’

 

Announcement: ‘Whoa-whoa-whoa! Détente! I’ll tell you when, okay?’

 

The Public: ‘Give it up!’

 

Announcement: ‘Super toilet.’ 

 

The Public: ‘*uck you!’

 

Playstation 5 Development Kit: ‘Ouch, shots fired, like my V-lines.’

 

PlayStation 5: ‘I’m sexy.’

 

Xbox Scarlett: ‘No, you’re Sony.’

 

Bonaire: LMFAO.

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I added the title.

[Mokrie Dela]

Are these 4 parts all part of one work? 

 

I'm not sure what any of these are t all tbh...

[XXVIII]

Nightmare Fuel: Armageddon | Fan Fiction 5 

 

 

Creator: ‘Hey, HQ, are you on GTAForums, right now?’

 

Creator HQ: ‘At this moment, yes. Why, who’s throwing death threats at their screen, now?’

 

Creator: ‘Hahaha, well, trolls love the circus, too.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Yeah, just write up V’s eulogy, give it a good soak in the dirt and congratulations! You’re the new *uck toy for the IV section.’ 

 

Creator: ‘Oh, Online... we’ve had so many good dates together; ‘til the Oppressors killed it.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Look... time is running off and this deadline’s *ucking us right up the *ss! We haven’t the time for child play!

 

Creator: ‘You’re hands love foreplay with yourself. Isn’t that criminal?’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Aww. How brotherly of you. Rabid *unt.’ *uck you.’

 

Creator: ‘Love you, too, you little *hit.’ 

 

Creator HQ: ‘Well? Have at it then! What’s GTAForums stirring up now besides more *ullsh*t and another acetaminophen binge for the moderators?’

 

Creator: Haha, you *ocksucker! I needed that chuckle. You’re all right. But, yeah, it’s the Grand Theft Auto: VI wishlist section.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Oh, lovely. Humor me. Realistic steak? Aliens? Or just a big *hit sandwich that those supposed scholarly urchins call a game?’

 

Creator: ‘Do all three match that description of the geniuses who write that *hit and put our eyes into a coma?’

 

Creator HQ: ‘I was thinking maybe... heroin, fentanyl and meth.’

 

Creator: ‘They’d be perfect snacks for that simulator we’ve been throwing around the pipeline ‘til it’s as bad*ss as Next-Gen.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘*hit. They’re in for it. Real life *hit.’

 

Creator: ‘Sharks, sharks, sharks!’

 

Creator HQ: ‘That’s how you spell good ROI. There’s no quit to the cash pit, now.’

 

Creator: ‘We’re sitting on top of the industry with V and we’ll nab the world title after the simulator meets the eyes. October; it’s over. We’ll win. After all the words spinning ‘round and ‘round, we’ll win the war.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Definitely. The Forums thread?’

 

Creator: ‘Right, sorry. Got into my feelings a bit there. Basically, they think we’re in Pampers and can’t do heavy lifting with the new game. No real cars, brands, proper steering system, interiors. It’s a *hitfest, there. Clearly they think we’re still under the thumb of Leslie’s leash.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Oh, f*ck... me! I’m sorry, but are some of them just stupid or just *ucking stupid? I think they forgot our place in the industry, new scalable technologies and money *hiting out more money!’

 

Creator: ‘We can’t stay on the sidelines and watch would-be’s try to bury our legacy that we *ucking dug up from the ground, and trolls are trying to *iss all over!’

 

Creator HQ: ‘So... how do we attack it?’

 

Creator: ‘By saying *uck you as elegantly as we shouldn’t. I’m ringin’ The Burgh .’ 

 

Creator HQ: ‘Ahh, I love entertainment.’

 

Creator: ‘Haha, that’s the name of our game, you *ucking twat!’ 

 

Creator HQ: ‘Really?’

 

Creator: ‘Tell me you’re joking?’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Tell me where you got those crow’s feet? They really bring out your *hit-stained skin.’

 

Creator: ‘Tell that to my *ick that has met more *ussy than your’s has!’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Middle-aged emasculation. No wonder why Michael talked of Jimmy jerking of all day.’  

 

Creator: ‘Enough this! I’m putting the call out now!’

 

Creator Burgh: ‘Burgh, here.’

 

Creator: ‘Hi, it’s Creator. To put it short... GTAForums has *issed me off for the last time. They think are new game is going to sink in *iss with no real cars, or basically no muscle; just *ucking nothing!’

 

Creator Burgh: ‘What! Those *ucking *unts! Not all of them, but some of them. *isstakahs! *ucking, *ucking, *ucking, *uck-ing *isstakahs! We’re giving them the world with this new *uckah and we’re getting put in the *issah?!’ *uck that! Right, we’ll play their little song and dance, then laugh our *sses off after we ship this bad *itch out to market! We’re puttin’ real cars and all that real world *hit in the pixels! And? We’re dropping this whole, *ucking forum in the game, so that these monkeys can access it anytime via smartphone, computer or tablet, and *hit like rugrats when the Creator kamikazes into their streak of f*ck them! *uck morals and controversy! We’re bringing the *ucking big one!’ Bye!’

 

Creator: ‘Well... that was intensely  electrifying. Sounds sexy, though.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Yeah, it does. GTAForums will down it, but... you gotta say *uck some of them and love the rest.’

 

Creator: ‘Agreed.’   

 

Simulator: ‘Yep, but at least I’ll have the biggest *ick on the game market.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘You’ll be the best they ever was, bro. I can hear the agony crawlin’ out them *iggahs, now!’

 

GTAForums: ‘Noooooooooooo! *uckkkkkkk! *uck, *uck, *uck! This *hit illegal! You can’t drop our *ullsh*t in a video game!’  

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘This *hit real life! Period!’

 

GTAForums: ‘Nooooo! C’mon, man, the *uck you comin’ down on our forum love like that for?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘I ain’t comin’ close to seein’ the bull*hit lie cummin’ out yo’ mouths!’

 

Creator: ‘Sorry, but we’re not all hush-hush, here. You must be extremely high if you think you are even remotely a community forum. You tear each other part and then label us *ockstar. It’s toxic, quite frankly, and you gave this reputation to yourself. Walk away from it as many times as you wish, but it’s coming back to you. Implementing your community forum into our game is serving you with a reality check. Man up and tough it out.’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Well, f*ck.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Damn... that’s some hard hittin’ *hit comin’ from them words.’

 

GTAForums: Bro, please, just *uck off with the get up!’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘*iggah, I know you ain’t dishin’ *hit my way, ‘coz it ‘bout go down harder than you *uckin’ yo’ grandma’s holes eight ways to September!’

 

GTAForums: ‘You want an award for that, *itch boy?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘So you Chef Boyardee, and gonna bring this beef to my ‘hood in Chiraq?’

 

GTAForums: ‘*iggah, I’ll bring my All-Star *ick to yo’ block and *uck every girl in your ‘hood, you feel me, mah *iggah? Just call me the Iron *ick.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘*ggah, stop *uckin’ say *iggah in every mah*uckin’ stanza, *iggah. Can’t even articulate ‘yo lingo.’ 

 

GTAForums: ‘iggah you ain’t dah pooh-leeze, why you think you the *hit?

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘*uck you, punk *ss *iggah. Get out the buzzard, take yo’ Depends off and get ‘yo dick wet from a bullet!’ 

 

Leslie Benzies: (farts).

 

Da’Rell Remier: Damn, bro, again?’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘I just like to *iss the Forums off, honestly.’

 

Ernie: ‘Gee Bert, *hits going down, Bert!’

 

Bert: ‘Get over here and *uck me up the *ss, Ernie!’

 

RAGE: LMFAO.

 

Fall 2019: ‘What the *uck, hahaha!’

 

October: ‘My *ick is up!’

 

PlayStation 5: ‘Can’t wait to *um all over Scarlett.’ 

 

Xbox Scarlet: Uhh... you’re just a 5, Mr. Solid State Drive.’

 

Anthony Miller: ‘Nobody gives a *uck.’

 

GTAForums: ‘*iggah, if Hailey was a girl I’d spread that *ss so far open and tongue all over that Brazilian meat.’

 

Creator: ‘Hahaha, we needed this break after that *ullsh*t with the Online glitches.’   

 

Hailey Briggs: ‘Yeah, that’s definitely just a concept.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: *iggah, whattttt? LMAO.

 

Creator: ‘Shenanigans all aside... you’re apart of our game.’

 

GTAForums: ‘Nahh, man, please! Give us another go, please *iggah, I mean *ockstar, I mean *uck Shark Cards, I mean Creator.

 

Creator: ‘Sorry, but nope.’

 

GTAForums: ‘C’mon on mah *iggah, this *uckin’ bull*sh*t!’

 

Creator: ‘You’re bull*hit!’

 

Keanu Reeves: ‘You’re breathtaking!’

 

Creator: ‘Thanks, cyber punk; but... we’re taking you out.’

 

GTAForums: ‘C’mon, bro, truce, truce, truce. I’ll give you anything? What you need? Weed, *ussy, Hailey’s *ussy, money, a thot, Instagram *hore, Premium Snap account, Casino chips, my girl, a SlamVan?’ C’mon, we don’t need our *hit on blast, bro. 

 

Creator: ‘Oh but you do; in 4K in fact, in a simulator.’

 

GTAForums: ‘*iggah, *uck all y’all Creator hatin’ *itches!’

 

Creator: ‘*uck you, too and enjoy Armageddon and your reality check in October.’ 

 

Yours,

 

The Creator Team 

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I had to convert to plain text.

[XXVIII]

CRUZDR Studios | UNHINGED -  (Old School Project)

 

This was from a cool project back in my high school design in 2009 in which the class was tasked with creating a name for a fictitious brand/company and then utilizing images on Google to construct a logo/emblem via Adobe Photoshop of course. I also elected to make a fictitious game logo, with myself being a meticulous perfectionist in the academics realm. I chose ‘CRUZDR’ as the short form for ‘crusader’ and UNHINGED for the game title and logo. Ten years later, I decided to do something fun and create a mock-up an announcement for the game, based on what my vision was for the game at that juncture. It is assumed here that CRUZDR is a veteran development studio. This is purely conceptual. 

 

 

October 22, 2019

 

Hello, everybody,

 

We at CRUZDR are so happy to officially announce a very special and ambitious project of ours, today. UNHINGED is in full development and will be available exclusively for the PlayStation 5 Home Entertainment System on Tuesday, November 26, 2019.  

 

UNHINGED is an adult-oriented, open-world simulation experience, the first of its kind, which simply cannot be articulated with words. It inexplicably and indelibly defies the scope of any video game that has ever been mustered. Utilizing the Crytek-based Amazon Lumberyard and designed exclusively with the horsepower of the next echelon of gaming prowess, UNHINGED thrusts the player into a callous, realistic and dynamically-structured virtual world via data fetched from Google Maps and the cloud that they have the ability to access and explore at anytime. 

 

Immersion and realism are the primary drivers of this experience, both of which enable the player to  touch and interact with aspects of a video game that were not feasible nor attainable with the scalable technologies previously available within our development toolkit. Non-playable characters are equipped with advanced artificial intelligence to where they function more to that of pedestrians in real life, with more complex personalities and actions. 

 

While this experience is akin to the Grand Theft Auto franchise in the sense of incorporating this aspect, UNHINGED is chillingly rooted deep into the heart of realism. Children are depicted and can succumb to acts of violence at anytime, just as three-dimensionally rendered insects will populate environments and interiors.

 

Players will now be able to experience the storyline, missions and mission trajectory with a greater emphasis on player choice and beyond. Missions will be simulated per the basis of real world events that are transpiring in real life, which the player will then tackle. In conjunction with missions, UNHINGED has migrated the multiplayer experience with the single player mode, to where the player can create, customize and name their own character and carve out their own, unique narrative  These characters will carry out a normal life that will change dynamically per the people that the players make contact with along  their unique journeys.

 

UNHINGED incorporates role playing elements, true to that of real life for consumption, driving and exercising.

 

Players will not only be able to commandeer licensed/simulated vehicles, but operated the entirety of them, including: turn signals, windshield wipers and windshield wiper fluid. For the immersive driving experience, players have the capacity to toggle between ‘Simulator’ and ‘Arcade’ driving configurations.

 

And much, much more!

 

We at CRUZDR Studios want to take this opportunity to thank you, the gamers and our fan base, the reason why we are the crusaders that we stand as today... for helping us forge this beast. UNHINGED is our truest, original vision that we have always wanted to unleash on the game industry. We decided to push microtransactions to ensure that this game was of the quality that you ought to expect from a true Next-Gen title, and that your wishlists have dreamed of. To all of you, congratulations on building your dream experience.

 

We could not be more eager for you to step into this beautiful virtual simulator. Rest assured that it will be the greater thriller in the history of all video games. Please stay tuned to the CRUZWire in the coming weeks for further information.

 

Sincerely yours,

 

The CRUZDR Team

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I altered the title.

[XXVIII]

Karma | Fan Fiction 6

 

 

Creator: (farts) ‘Did anybody here that? That’s the sound off us blowing the competition out of our legendary *sses

 

Leslie Benzies: (farts) ‘Anybody hear that?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Benz, you lovable, but sometimes crazy *ggah! What you doin’ jackin’ this post?’ 

 

RAGE: Hey! This isn’t a fan fiction!

 

Cryptic: ‘Beat me to it.’

 

Fan Fiction: ‘There. *uck each other up.’

 

Karma: ‘Title here. Got the green light?’

 

Fan Fiction: ‘Ace.’

 

Cyberpunk 2077: ‘You think you can take me and my guns on, punk?’

 

Bonaire: ‘Look... I know you went all *adass at E3 and Gamescom, but yeah... all over $500,000,000 of me.’

 

Cyberpunk: 2077: ‘K, pal.’

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘Anybody feel like *uckin’ me up the *ss?’

 

Lawsuit: ‘Tell daddy how you like it.’

 

Reality Check: ‘Come get some!’

 

Fall 2019: ‘I got all the tough luck waitin’ right here for you, friend.’

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘Hot crowd.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Told ya you weren’t invisible! Where your keyboard gang now, huh?’ How FishAssault gonna save yo’ ass now? Karma can put any *iggah in front’a what they narcissism couldn’t see!’

 

Bonaire: My historic *ss had better be sitting in the Hollywood Walk of Fame after this shootout.’ 

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I added the title.

[XXVIII]

Bonaire Paradise - Fan Fiction 7

 

 

Grand Theft Auto: ‘I’m very proud to announce-‘

 

BANG... BANG-BANG!

 

Creator: (sobbing): ‘I’m sorry, but... you’ve had a respectable run. You can only parody so much. That script dried up. You’ll forever be burned into hearts. It was always an international love thing with you, Pricedown. You pulled the child out of every adult, and made frowns heavy enough to kick the downer out of all. We thank you... for kickstarting our name and a family of accolades. Godspeed.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘That the *hit tearin’ up my eyes right now, bro. Gonna miss it all. But... it all good. Good times ahead.’

 

Leslie Benzies: (crying) ‘Yeah. I remember our first run with the pipeline; with Gary, Terry and the OGs. We pushed the first one through and it came out a winner. London, Anywhere City, Tommy, the mute, et cetra. We were a sellout and the show hung its head when I opened a door I shouldn’t have had to. This shouldn’t exist.’

 

Creator: ‘We didn’t want to... our minds weren’t feeling it. But you’re a solo artist, now, Leslie. Take you’re biggest dream, give it The Benz treatment, take it to the market and sell it. See yourself as the artist at your best game.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Well, thanks. Your words are clearly coming from the right place.’

 

Creator: ‘We’ll stand by and stand up for your big thing is what’ll love to do, in much the same way we’ll stand by our big thing.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Hey... tell you what. Let’s shoot this bull*hit down, right now. You give me 150 million, in cash on the spot... and I’ll grab a guitar and make that thing the best *ucker there ever was. Fair deal?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Now this the *hit I like to see. No blastin’, no head buttin’, just hands reachin’ out. *uckin’ harmony. It out there, man.’   

 

Creator: ‘It’s right here and it’s done. Drop it into your personal savings. Glad to have you back as The Burgh’s frontman.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Will do. Thank you. I’m hanging right now, but it’s a good hang. If we want to catch the eye of the player, we’ve got to flex ingenuity like never before. A simulated reality. Let’s bring everything real life has into the game; real cars, everything. Got so many million dollar ideas.’

 

Creator: ‘Well, we’re already there. We call this big one ‘Bonaire’. As you can see our humor is doing the talking.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Ha. Hahahaha... ahhhahaha! Bonaire? As in boner? You. Sexy. *unts! Ahahaha, Bonaire, that’s *ucking brilliant! Ohh, I’ve been gone too long. I love it, though.’

 

Creator: Oh, we think so, too. Just wait until we through this beast in front of the public. Bye-bye, life.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘So it’s like I’ve never left. You learned my ways and the game shows it.’

 

Creator: ‘Yes. We’re attacking everything. It’s fun, it’s a playground, It’s real life.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Game and work-wise?’

 

Creator: ‘We’re all in on a dream or vision. It’s wit, the can-do attitude and seeing passed the spitballs to find the gold standard.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘And you’re hoping that the gold standard is the Gold Master.’

 

Creator: ‘You showed up 110%, Leslie.’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘Nothing... will take the rockstar out of me.’ 

 

Creator: ‘That’s great. We are curious about EVERYWHER3, though. Is it waiting for a cage match with our contender?’

 

Leslie Benzies: ‘No. EVERYWHER3 was just a concept. My biggest smile. It could have taken off it wanted to; it had the heart, muscle and grit.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Aww, *uck, really? *ggah that game was out to *uck Bonaire up the *ss.’

 

Bonaire: ‘

 

EVERYWHER3: ‘Yep. But I’m proud of Benzy. Gotta respect his legacy. He’s an MVP. Most Valuable Partner. He’ll stuff those on the defense that want him to fumble his title. The titles just keep coming. 

 

 

 

Hailey ‘BrazilianGirlPowahhh’ Briggs: ‘Ohhhh-ohhhhh, ohhh-ohhh-ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh-ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh-ohhhhhhh, ohhh, ohhhh...’

Edited September 12, 2019 by XXVIII
I added the title of the fan fiction.

[Ziggy455]

You're spamming WD with multiple topics. Slow down. Give people a chance to read and critique one piece to work on.

[Mokrie Dela]

I have no idea what these are- some meta commentary or ironic satire that I'm not getting but I'm gonna merge all these into one - they really don't warrant each having an individual topic. 

2 hours ago, Ziggy455 said:

You're spamming WD with multiple topics. Slow down. Give people a chance to read and critique one piece to work on.

Merged all the topics into one for organizational sake.

@XXVIII Feel free to edit the title and add subtitles to each post/chapter. Please keep all future updates here, too. 

Thanks

[XXVIII]

On 9/10/2019 at 11:16 PM, XXVIII said:

CRUZDR Studios | UNHINGED -  (Old School Project)

 

This was from a cool project back in my high school design in 2009 in which the class was tasked with creating a name for a fictitious brand/company and then utilizing images on Google to construct a logo/emblem via Adobe Photoshop of course. I also elected to make a fictitious game logo, with myself being a meticulous perfectionist in the academics realm. I chose ‘CRUZDR’ as the short form for ‘crusader’ and UNHINGED for the game title and logo. Ten years later, I decided to do something fun and create a mock-up an announcement for the game, based on what my vision was for the game at that juncture. It is assumed here that CRUZDR is a veteran development studio. This is purely conceptual. 

 

 

October 22, 2019

 

Hello, everybody,

 

We at CRUZDR are so happy to officially announce a very special and ambitious project of ours, today. UNHINGED is in full development and will be available exclusively for the PlayStation 5 Home Entertainment System on Tuesday, November 26, 2019.  

 

UNHINGED is an adult-oriented, open-world simulation experience, the first of its kind, which simply cannot be articulated with words. It inexplicably and indelibly defies the scope of any video game that has ever been mustered. Utilizing the Crytek-based Amazon Lumberyard and designed exclusively with the horsepower of the next echelon of gaming prowess, UNHINGED thrusts the player into a callous, realistic and dynamically-structured virtual world via data fetched from Google Maps and the cloud that they have the ability to access and explore at anytime. 

 

Immersion and realism are the primary drivers of this experience, both of which enable the player to  touch and interact with aspects of a video game that were not feasible nor attainable with the scalable technologies previously available within our development toolkit. Non-playable characters are equipped with advanced artificial intelligence to where they function more to that of pedestrians in real life, with more complex personalities and actions. 

 

While this experience is akin to the Grand Theft Auto franchise in the sense of incorporating this aspect, UNHINGED is chillingly rooted deep into the heart of realism. Children are depicted and can succumb to acts of violence at anytime, just as three-dimensionally rendered insects will populate environments and interiors.

 

Players will now be able to experience the storyline, missions and mission trajectory with a greater emphasis on player choice and beyond. Missions will be simulated per the basis of real world events that are transpiring in real life, which the player will then tackle. In conjunction with missions, UNHINGED has migrated the multiplayer experience with the single player mode, to where the player can create, customize and name their own character and carve out their own, unique narrative  These characters will carry out a normal life that will change dynamically per the people that the players make contact with along  their unique journeys.

 

UNHINGED incorporates role playing elements, true to that of real life for consumption, driving and exercising.

 

Players will not only be able to commandeer licensed/simulated vehicles, but operated the entirety of them, including: turn signals, windshield wipers and windshield wiper fluid. For the immersive driving experience, players have the capacity to toggle between ‘Simulator’ and ‘Arcade’ driving configurations.

 

And much, much more!

 

We at CRUZDR Studios want to take this opportunity to thank you, the gamers and our fan base, the reason why we are the crusaders that we stand as today... for helping us forge this beast. UNHINGED is our truest, original vision that we have always wanted to unleash on the game industry. We decided to push microtransactions to ensure that this game was of the quality that you ought to expect from a true Next-Gen title, and that your wishlists have dreamed of. To all of you, congratulations on building your dream experience.

 

We could not be more eager for you to step into this beautiful virtual simulator. Rest assured that it will be the greater thriller in the history of all video games. Please stay tuned to the CRUZWire in the coming weeks for further information.

 

Sincerely yours,

 

The CRUZDR Team

@Rocketeer

 

With this concept herein... I speak softly. But to hear this passion, hither or thither, concentration would wither. It is a grand scheme, one of which the Almighty may attend to, per their posse that are loyalists to the waters. The jaws! This whiplash was felt at 2,013 licks, but so was a dream, cloud-to-ground with 2,007 streaks and then 2,009 streaks plus three at ‘E’. 

 

I hereby decree this concept as UNHINGED, the poker face of “007”. I should summon the Almighty in haste with my mouth in motion. Here, there, everywhere until my heart prays on my knees, I will drive my wish to the Scot! The world has descended into Pandora’s inexorable rapture, with Fords, and Fiats 500 yards from I’m Lovin’ It and Simplex (fire alarms) singing ‘fire attack!’.

 

This dream caresses all points of the world and does not (it cannot) hold back on passion. It is as indelible as today, tomorrow and yesterday’s happiness that stammers as today’s fight. 

 

Slightly off-topic, my apologies:

 

It is me, XXVIII of 28, who clung to my 6-year-old counterpart yesterday morning as I clung to my father’s agony, as a table nursed his 50th and final push to paint another chapter with his life the best he knew how. But... I had to taste his insufferable rattle in my eyes that took him down to zero.   

 

Should the Almighty attend to the wish that pervades around this concept, that of UNHINGED or 007... I say to the Scot... bring that concept in its entirety and the trauma emanating from the prose of a thicker coat. Similar realism so that the beholder can truly feel it, if you will. Scenarios of reality. Let the beholder behold the fear of the Creator’s staff: of a world that is intubated with the chaos of reality’s world. Let the beholder know what immersive havoc procedural warfare can wreck on calm.

 

Almighty, by the power vested in me, XXVIII, storming these canvases with an alienated vernacular... please let this outlier UNHINGED be.   

Edited September 14, 2019 by XXVIII
I made a small change.

[XXVIII]

 

@Rocketeer

 

Good afternoon:

 

Herein, I expose these words to the luminescent, orange hue, falling beneath a mirrored silo with a single hole that hugs a kind of sonic flame, breathing from within as it runs into gravity...  scuffling with the aimless embers of air. Your ears are as sharp as my wit, sir and the ensemble that plays out in my words are the same  noisemakers that will parade within and around the game of LIFE. I am playing this game, the game of Craftsman, as boldly as I will the game of LIFE.

 

What of these stanzas, and why might I have called you forth to stand  adjacent to the podium? In one breath, kinetic energy, the pillars of which are smiles that will dance until the Ace of Diamonds has ceased its string of conceptual tangents.

 

The end has been entrenched so long, sir, to where it will now have machine-gunned enough to rid of the  ilk. The belief and the Almighty’s spirit is true of individuals akin to you and I, but more spirituality is always welcome. It is a friend that softens the silence. The Jokers will soon jeer at the Reaper’s exorcism, for their shame falling on the Almighty and for their belief that the game of LIFE will be of all blight and little to no fight.    

 

PS:

 

Q: ‘Hello, 007, Q-Branch, here. Welcome back to the streets of chaos and a jungle within which love was kidnapped by guerrillas to be repurposed and sold for fuel to start a revolution by the arms of terrorism/biochemical warfare. Speaking of arms your’s obviously aren’t enough and true heroism demands wit beyond the gun. For your new path of troubles and, your, anticipated destruction of my new toys, we’ve for the first time armed you with a fresh new tool called: Global Procedural Vision. This new tool will enable you to take a quick  peak at any segment, any fraction, any landscape of the globe, to pinpoint the exactness of a distress signal. Per data fetched via Google Maps or Bing in real time 8K, your mission load out points can now be easily captured by a sky view of a procedurally-generated globe in its entirety, navigating and panning freely as you wish. Once you have predesignated your target locality with a marker, the map will descend on that location and expose its geography, populace and road networks, if applicable. We would hope that you will utilize this tool advantageously and not for any... unmentionable fetishes involving the opposite sex, 007. Best of luck. Q out.’   

Edited September 23, 2019 by XXVIII
I had to retype the individuals name whom I am designating this post for.

[Rocketeer]

On 9/23/2019 at 9:45 PM, XXVIII said:

 

@Rocketeer

 

Good afternoon:

 

Herein, I expose these words to the luminescent, orange hue, falling beneath a mirrored silo with a single hole that hugs a kind of sonic flame, breathing from within as it runs into gravity...  scuffling with the aimless embers of air. Your ears are as sharp as my wit, sir and the ensemble that plays out in my words are the same  noisemakers that will parade within and around the game of LIFE. I am playing this game, the game of Craftsman, as boldly as I will the game of LIFE.

 

What of these stanzas, and why might I have called you forth to stand  adjacent to the podium? In one breath, kinetic energy, the pillars of which are smiles that will dance until the Ace of Diamonds has ceased its string of conceptual tangents.

 

The end has been entrenched so long, sir, to where it will now have machine-gunned enough to rid of the  ilk. The belief and the Almighty’s spirit is true of individuals akin to you and I, but more spirituality is always welcome. It is a friend that softens the silence. The Jokers will soon jeer at the Reaper’s exorcism, for their shame falling on the Almighty and for their belief that the game of LIFE will be of all blight and little to no fight.    

 

PS:

 

Q: ‘Hello, 007, Q-Branch, here. Welcome back to the streets of chaos and a jungle within which love was kidnapped by guerrillas to be repurposed and sold for fuel to start a revolution by the arms of terrorism/biochemical warfare. Speaking of arms your’s obviously aren’t enough and true heroism demands wit beyond the gun. For your new path of troubles and, your, anticipated destruction of my new toys, we’ve for the first time armed you with a fresh new tool called: Global Procedural Vision. This new tool will enable you to take a quick  peak at any segment, any fraction, any landscape of the globe, to pinpoint the exactness of a distress signal. Per data fetched via Google Maps or Bing in real time 8K, your mission load out points can now be easily captured by a sky view of a procedurally-generated globe in its entirety, navigating and panning freely as you wish. Once you have predesignated your target locality with a marker, the map will descend on that location and expose its geography, populace and road networks, if applicable. We would hope that you will utilize this tool advantageously and not for any... unmentionable fetishes involving the opposite sex, 007. Best of luck. Q out.’   

Wonderful choice of words @XXVIII 

The octahedron of the noisemaker shalt not last long. The essence of the mitochondria allows them to make unverified changes to the Orange Hue Pillar.
Ace Of Diamonds is solely dependant on Insulin... The Diabeetus is a threat to the Ace Of Diamonds. 

I do agree that the end has entrenched way too long. The rebellious nature of the Orange Hue and Ace leads to such diagonal orbits (low gravity). 
My proposed solution is to equip a ram air turbine to each joker . That will teach them a valuable lesson. 

[XXVIII]

That was a beautiful and elegant show of discourse, by yourself, @Rocketeer.

 

Having said that, a pile of words that previously existed within another sector, has now warped to this new space. The scroll now unfurls, the meaning of which must now be naturally selected. There is a red hue afoot within this wall of literature that is synonymous with the mystical bono, yearning to be the second of the Wild West; cyber optic by the many, but few are proud to known it it is the Creator’s game of LIFE. 

 

Paragraphs 2-5 now take the floor, suspending their soliloquy from another sector. 

 

This is the twenty-sixth letter of the alphabet, having been whisked back to my post, the epic post, after siphoning off some rations from the Magna Carta and tossing words to and fro’ with Edgar Alan Poe. 

 

My apologies for the multiplicity in secretarial runs that I am having you attend to, but... you have been absolutely fantastic.  Thus I express gratitude in the manner and magnitude that be only discernible to you.  

 

The eyes may falter to the will of the Sandman, the anomaly that slips through the four walls of humanity, but yet the eyes must be turrets. Making traces around landscapes and aerial landscapes as the spirit of NASA blankets its predecessors. The retinas fire on spectacles, nameless surprises that can (and will) bring ease to the bleed of 6+ still with ambiguity that the Creator has weaved. 

 

One of the posts within this thread (the ‘1899’ thread by ShockInvasion) and, noble sir... from it the fist of a deity emanate; an infallible power. A month and a range. ‘Tis a divine power that will inebriate us all with friendship and decades of child play, because the child within all will be the new host, beating out the adult in the game of Control. 

 

(...) ‘This is over.’

 

- “Red Dead: Redemption II” 

 

“Red Dead: Redemption: II PC”, they say.

 

The two pairs of marks that embrace the heart and wit of John Wayne, guard a revelation. Dutch the Scot has a plan: a simulation experience.

 

How excited I am. 

[XXVIII]

Judgement Day: Quarterback Sneak - Fan Fiction 8

 

 

XXVIII: ‘Da’Rell, how do you get my signal, sir?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Aye, got you good, mah n*ggah! What needs doin’?’

 

XXVIII: ‘Well... I am actually going to dignify your question with my take on one. When is school back in session?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Well, today September 2, Labor Day, so vacays ‘least in the US of A, be shuttin’ down fully tomorrow or Wednesday. N*ggahs and all the sets strapped up here in Chiraq for the bell, and sirens unfortunately, to start screamin’ tomorrow.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Ahh, I see.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘What you askin’ for?’

 

XXVIII: ‘Recess is over.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Yep, time for all these n*ggahs that tried to put the Creator in the hole to get schooled, and shined down on, for the bulls*it that they shot out they a*ses.’

 

Creator: Trust us... we can’t wait for reality to have its way with you in the big one, but more so for reality checks to have a nice go-round with everyone that thought that they were 007s. Including... Yams and MrRealityCheckForTheCourt. 

 

Creator HQ: ‘Heheheheh! Good times ahead!’ Let’s f*ck them up!’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Damn, I ain’t the only vengeful n*ggah. Good to know others got my stripes.’

 

Creator: ‘Professionalism!’

 

Creator HQ: ‘Sorry.’

 

Creator Burgh: ‘F*ck every one of those c*nts that toy with our s*it, early!’

 

DanRag: ‘Yams isn’t my problem, that fookin’ content thievin’ s*it MrRealityCheckForTheCourt is! He’s a c*nt, c*nt, c*nt! Actually... he’s a piece of s*it!’

 

GTAForums: ‘Oohhhhhh! Creator shuttin’ the s*it down, bro!’

 

Fall 2019: ‘Burn!’

 

Creator: ‘Yes. And we will be more than obliged to shut you down fiscally if the big thing gets its curtain call too early. In fact, we’re pondering putting out a special documentary called Reality Check 2019: Troll BS, and was wondering if anybody tied to GTAForums would like to take up a role in this documentary. They are plentiful vacancies available, such as: Dumba*s, Dinkleberry f*ck, A*shole, Numb Nuts, Troll, Clown, and Naive.’ Would anybody like to partake in this documentary?’

 

GTAForums: (silence).

 

Simulator: LMMFAO

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘That some funny s*it, right there.’

 

Creator: ‘No takers. Good, that’s what we like to hear. As you have been made well aware of, our Parent has a stringent policy for leaks/dissemination and does not condone being f*cked with or f*cked over. Nor do we. You, too, are inclusive to this equation and possible ramification, XXVIII.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Yes; I know just what my mission is and in doing so, I will adhere to the explicitly underwritten protocol. My colors are camo and I am always sure that my sound waves never rise high enough to see light. This is covert.’

 

Creator: ‘Good. Perhaps you will be eligible for a kind of incentive or early deal for the PlayStation 5 and next big thing experience.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Oh, really? That would be amazing if it were to be feasible!’

 

Creator: ‘We are not saying this is a guarantee, but if there are no deviations from you and by picking up our trust... this offering could be available. Approval is at our discretion. That is seeing how you’ve been a good asset and field unit for us.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Well, thank you; I cannot even articulate my shock and surprise with words. Consider it done, under the guise of earning it.’

 

Creator: ‘The probability of you earning your incentive will be done so by the means of utilizing this platform as a vehicle to drop crypticism about the next big one. We wish you the best of luck with this pursuit.’ 

 

XXVIII: ‘10-4, will do.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Yoooo! Them crusaders got yo’ number now. Congrats! Better not f*ck up or your bank numbers gonna hit a new low.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Thank you. Heck no, this is a seldom opportunity. I am going all in.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘So before this surprise spilled out in front your face, yea, recess definitely f*ckin’ over.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Are you coordinating a posse to creep up on the non-believers?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Yea, I rounded up a clan of homies, but they in a special league. They henchmen that I unified to smoke the flame right outta the arrogance of that Hailey Briggs.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Hailey Briggs, alias ‘BrazilianGirlPowahhh’? The Brazilian concept creator armed with what I imagine is a cute smile and profile, whose creations have spanned the color wheel? I am absolutely floored. Is she a corrupt entity?’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Sorry, bro, but she gonna be the target for a sting operation. Her trust became flawed the first few times she heard dollar signs hit her ears.’

 

XXVIII: ‘That is a profound shame.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Nah, it a’ight bro. She like spittin’ bulls*it for that clickbait brownie points s*it, thinkin’ she got hype s*it hidin’ in YouTube. Then n*ggahs be like: that it right there! Bonaire! Sprinklin’ that I told ya so on all them n*ggahs who be wrong. *uck up them trolls who want the spot light on they ignorance. ‘Mean boner, ‘cuse my lingo, bro.’ 

 

XXVIII: ‘So... we are essentially going to get the jump on them and bag them before their trail of lies makes it to the end zone? 

 

Creator: ‘You’re sharp, Malcolm X. The end zone is our glasses up for victory formation.’

 

XXVIII: ‘It’s the final two minutes...’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘It’s me, you, Creator and mah ma’f*uckin’ crew of crusaders and cloud innovators rainin’ on disbelievers.’

 

XXVIII: ‘It’s over.’ 

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘We sneakin’ this s*hit while they eyes turned.’

 

AGENT: ‘Well played.’

 

Simulator: ‘F*ck yeahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Woooooooo!’

Edited September 28, 2019 by XXVIII
I added back the title of this fan fiction.

[XXVIII]

@Rocketeer

 

Good morning.

 

My eyes are burning from the z’s I should be having, but albeit that truth, the shine of Octahedron now grows with an even brighter sheen in our eyes. 

 

I hereby pull these words that have been stowed away for a key moment: I am a key component as a craftsman and a standard, go-to-do admirer of the Almighty. GTAForums is a most treacherous landscape, sir, and I have been shot by the blowback of names to my creed since 2013. I brought the confetti when Grand Theft Auto: V was fresh to the Pricedown line. 

 

For a long while, I feared approaching a comment box within this forum because of being jabbed by the derogatory shots of pompous, mental, or more recently posting (...)’ retarded s*it.’ As deplorable as such conduct is... these are the same individuals that possess zero faith in the Creator, who will be visited by a reality check. I have made valiant efforts to convert skeptics into believers and conjured up my own prose, fan fictions and concepts. I have operated in this manner, in good faith for the Creator. I would presume the Almighty would be pleased and appreciative of such valiance.

 

It is persons of your caliber and dignity that fuel me with enough kick to push more cryptic to outwit skepticism. In your absence, I would only roam the threads, so I continue to extend gratitude. Please do feel free to peruse any other points of interests that you deem worthy of your eyes. Because with 007... it is either everything or nothing at all.

[Rocketeer]

56 minutes ago, XXVIII said:

@Rocketeer

 

Good morning.

 

My eyes are burning from the z’s I should be having, but albeit that truth, the shine of Octahedron now grows with an even brighter sheen in our eyes. 

 

I hereby pull these words that have been stowed away for a key moment: I am a key component as a craftsman and a standard, go-to-do admirer of the Almighty. GTAForums is a most treacherous landscape, sir, and I have been shot by the blowback of names to my creed since 2013. I brought the confetti when Grand Theft Auto: V was fresh to the Pricedown line. 

 

For a long while, I feared approaching a comment box within this forum because of being jabbed by the derogatory shots of pompous, mental, or more recently posting (...)’ retarded s*it.’ As deplorable as such conduct is... these are the same individuals that possess zero faith in the Creator, who will be visited by a reality check. I have made valiant efforts to convert skeptics into believers and conjured up my own prose, fan fictions and concepts. I have operated in this manner, in good faith for the Creator. I would presume the Almighty would be pleased and appreciative of such valiance.

 

It is persons of your caliber and dignity that fuel me with enough kick to push more cryptic to outwit skepticism. In your absence, I would only roam the threads, so I continue to extend gratitude. Please do feel free to peruse any other points of interests that you deem worthy of your eyes. Because with 007... it is either everything or nothing at all.

Absolutely @XXVIII!

I have witnessed your divine effort to convert skeptics into believers and I'm speechless. The Octahedron of innocence shall prevail for generations to come. 
You are the wise master, I bow down to you. 

 

Your statements are not b*******, it's the beholder who is incapable of decrypting the crypted art.
My eyes have attained salvation. 

[XXVIII]

@RocketeerThe static signal is the disguise hiding within the static. The experience is a space that is cyber, from one point to another that connects bodies to other bodies of ambition. We must shield our mortality from the shots of the shakeup that the Creator has encrypted for 12 Gregorian cycles. The fanfare in my eyes will never sleep; the meteor’s shower will asphyxiate all mockery that is mimicry that falls on my title and slithers into my X-Files with a rattle of ‘Fake!’ as I caress the shadows and the truth is embattled with naive howls. 

 

For I am Pennywise and this is It. I am wise to the fear factor that the Creator is watching from The Apple’s and The Scots’ Lairs: the child play after the bell sings and the hymns of profanity that were never schooled by class. The fears are meek and blinded by the Almighty’s lungs trapped in laughter.         

 

The shakeup has a new form: the I-Formation and believers will be the center of its attention. The Creator’s playbook is the poker face that will say that all, but the simulation... is a mirage. 

 

Good Times Ahead is hereby ratified by the Almighty and will enslave Sector 6 of the four cyber walls (GTAForums) that will meet the Simulator.

 

In witness of this, I, XXVIII, will transmit salvation unto the masses. Your myriad of support reigns as my gratitude, sir.  

Edited September 29, 2019 by XXVIII
I had to add the mention correctly.

[XXVIII]

|   Fan Fiction 9

 

: Hello, ,  this is XCCXM from Bleeter. This game... I have admired your caliber of work since 2003, whence I delved into Vercettiville. Might there be a chance of me ascertaining a freemium deal with the PlayStation 5 and “VI”?

 

: ‘We apologize, but no. We want to keep as much profit to our shoulder as we can, so that we can put a full dose of ambition and beyond into the next big thing. We’d advise you however to ask Benzy about that offering for his game.’

: ‘Okay, but thank you very much for the consideration.’ 
 

: ‘No problem. All the best.’

 

: ‘Hello, Mr. Benzies. What are my chances of securing a free copy of Everywhere and a PlayStation 5?’

 

: ‘Consider it approved... but, with no f*ck-ups.’

 

: ‘Wow, thank you! I could not even begin to put my smile into words!’
 

: ‘You’re welcome. Good to know mutual trust isn’t dead in this s*itter of a world. So what’s got you the most excited about Everywhere?’ 
 

: ‘Somewhere between everything and the world. It just seems like this intellectual property is going to be such an outlier of an experience to the market.’ 
 

‘Yeah, that’s a good way to put it, haha. It’s different, but a good different. It touches aspects of a game that have yet to be introduced. We’re really proud of what we’ve been able to build. My team and I have put everything that we are into Everywhere and I think that it will translate well with an open-world experience.’

 

: ‘It truly sounds astronomical. I look forward to the future unveil. For the competition... it is over. Have a great day, sir.

 

: ‘You do the same.’ 

Edited October 18, 2019 by XXVIII
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[Mokrie Dela]

Pleaae keep all of these kinda of things to one topic and one topic only. Do not post a new topic for every little interchange you think of. If you're writing something more complex and thought out Then that would be different but enough with these Spammy interchanges.

 

I'll leave this topic open in the hope you're going to improve and put some effort it but any more topics that are not a more thought out story will be locked straight away. I want more writing in here yes, but not this.

 

I recommend you read the other works here and learn the basics of formatting a story, narration etc, and if you want to post something new then you can but at this point in time I'm considering you spam and further spam will not be tolerated.

 

If you're honestly trying to write good stuff then I encourage you to look at some guides or even PM me for some tips. Otherwise, just please no.

[XXVIII]

Edited October 6, 2019 by XXVIII
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[XXVIII]

 

@Rocketeer

 

The following message will now transmit to the Almighty; the predesignated party(ies) may also absorb the vessel of text hereto.

 

007... your hibernation has greatly and gratuitously exceeded tolerance by the masses. Please man up to the line of scrimmage and catapult the ball to the end zone with the long arm. 2,019 has many at 27-28, others far too beyond, and 12-years from paper to pipeline is GOTY. The ‘Born On year’ is 2,007; the Third Blue Orb wanted it, but there was so much separation.

 

A new target is taking the King of all Grails. The Jokers have a poor secondary; a simple Go Route could have the call, but a few laterals want a scene in the headline of the story. There is no ‘I’ in the ‘G’ of GOTY’s greatness. No longer should seconds wither awaiting greatness, because greatness should be here. Anything less will, with innumerable respect, not be of the caliber that the Blue Orb will respect. The Seal must be perfection. Onward to the Gold Master’s Chamber! Dilly-dilly!  

 

PS: ‘007? Q-Branch. Please except these drums engulfed with Red Bull we’ve gifted you. They should implant enough of a high within you to fend off all of Gregorian’s 2,020th cycle from taking your time. It is time. You are somewhere between Rocky Balboa and Tony Montana; every taste of wounds from grit will not be eulogized as scars to your face, but your war stripes. Those aren’t my words; just some bits a guy with an alias ‘Rocket’ wanted me to throw your way. Interesting, I dare say. But what isn’t in today’s world? Stay in one piece, would you 007? Q out.’

 

These interchanges are that which will consume time faster and heave the Orb closer to the Present’s orbit, sir.  

[XXVIII]

The Orb/Breakpoint | Fan Fiction 10

 

AGENT: ‘Hi, could I get the VIP Special, King-sized, with the world sautéed in 2 terabytes of ambition and a presentation that smothers constitutionality with the middle finger?’

 

Conjecture: ‘Would you like the Special 19, 23 or 25?’

 

AGENT: ‘The VIP Special 19 sounds perfect.’

 

PlayStation 5: ‘Done, but with virtual reality as the kicker to the jaw. We want the teraflops making realism out of those 8K pixels.’

 

Virtual Reality: ‘If you’re not ace you’re not gonna with the race.’

 

Conjecture: ‘Damn... that’s what it feels like when a bullet sodomizes the ego. Well... the clown fest has been legendary.’ 

 

President Zaibatsu: ‘2009 is just a blur falling back in reverse for you now, AGENT. What a facelift.’

 

AGENT: ‘I never died; I just played incognito and a poker face played all of the lookers until it was game over.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Damn, this dude spittin’ fire.’ 

 

Almighty: ‘It’s over.’

 

President Zaibatsu: ‘2007 said it first.’

 

Hailey Briggs: ‘Needs some girl power for refinement. Bronze and muscles; no tits.’ 

 

Agent Jeffery Porter: ‘Freeze, US Marshalls!’

 

Hailey Briggs: ‘Whoa; just drop the *ick there, okay, and I won’t have to get my hands on some justice.’

 

Leslie Benzies: (farts) ‘This game’s gonna be one for the s*it bin!’

 

AGENT: ‘I’m going to be the one that chases everybody’s life away. I’ll be too much of a shakeup to shut down. I’ll be the perfect clusterf*ck of action and reactions on and off the screen. Sorry, boundaries; I don’t like you.’

[XXVIII]

This and That | Fan Fiction 11 
 

 

December: ‘Lookers in the light.’

 

Surprise: ‘Homies in the night.’

 

PlayStation 5: ‘Oh yes we did spittin’ no’s.’

 

R: ‘All over our scythe.’ 
 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘N*ggahs, crusadahs ‘n playahs.’

 

Virtual Reality: Runnin’ the 8K scene.’ 
 

Real Autos: ‘Every chassis’s hole gettin’ f*cked by a key.’

 

GTAForums: ‘Nah.’

 

Pennywise the Clown: ‘Why don’t you... come my way? Don’t be shy.’ I’ve craved you, and I now I just want to hug you.’ 

 

GTAForums: ‘Hell nah! Rather have my brain raped by MrRealityCheckForTheCourt and is Grand-Theft-Auto-Online robo, McLaren, child-theifin’ s*it!’

 

Grand Theft Auto (Simulator) Online 2.0: ‘Excuse me... don’t associate my name with a certified dinkleberry f*ck!’

 

AndreasChic: ‘Hahaha!’

 

Gabriel Iglesias: ‘Dayum!’

John Madden: ‘Boom!’

 

Emeril Legassie: ‘Bam!’

 

Squeaker: ‘Moo!’

 

Jim Nance: ‘Boy, I’ve never seen anything quite like this, Tony.’

 

Tony Romo: ‘It’s situational football, Jim. They need the clock on their side. They still have two time outs; plenty of time for a score.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Oh, they scorin’ all right.’ 
 

R: ‘Yep.’ 

 

Anthony Miller: ‘Aye, yo! Where the beats at? S*it was gettin’ hot! Drown this chaotic s*it out!’

 

GTAForums: ‘Burn in hell with your shark lovin’ a*s, Online! You took the shot, now take the hint!’

 

Grand Theft Auto: (Simulator) Online 2.0: ‘Tinker with my Scottish *uts, pal!’

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘When’s this game dropping?’

 

R: ‘202-f*ck you!’

 

MrRealityCheckForTheCourt: ‘Well... why don’t you just eat my *ick, then, Grand-Theft-Auto-Online.’

 

Grand Theft Auto: (Simulator) Online 2.0: ‘Sorry, offering denied. My flavors are: DLCs, sharks and chips; not *icks.’

 

Veronica: ‘Anthony?’

 

Anthony: ‘Veronica?’

 

Jeremy: ‘Hooah! Kane, here! Who tryna’ put a dent in the biggest *ock in ‘Fierro?’ 
 

Veronica: ‘Oh look... it’s Soulja Boy, who’s now a Rugrat.’

 

Jeremy: ‘Oh look... it’s Little Miss Italy, the b*tch’, who’s pussy could hose down an entire wall full of primer. All it’s good for. Bonelli’s ain’t bitin’.’ 
 

Veronica: ‘Here’s a finger for you. Prick.’ 
 

Jeremy: ‘Here’s the finger you’re lips’ll never see in action.’ 

 

The Gold Master: ‘Clear!’

 

Simulator: ‘Wow, really? Awesome! Here I come, baby!’

 

2019: ‘Holy f*ck! It’s a MIRACL3!’

 

GTAForums: ‘Reddit be Redditin.’

 

Da’Rell Remier: ‘Naive be naivein.’

 

XXVIII: ‘Rocket Power... it has been a pleasure, sir. The Orb has been christened and my mission has achieved finality. May your escapades with the Orb be as electrifying as those of the globe when it is within their orbit. Thank you very much for your unwavering support. It is over.’

 

Google Maps: ‘Damn, the Miami Beach strip looks so sexy on me.’ 

[Death]

They know that you are trying to connect other minds and, unfortunately, the only string you pull is from the empty back again and again while the fall continues.

[XXVIII]

@Rocketeer

 

[RedDagger]

Since you're clearly just spamming nonsense, I'm closing this.