Post by JonathanMcBride on Dec 1, 2013 4:48:44 GMT -5
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Unconscious, I jerked awake when I realized I was drowning. Instantly, my reflexes kicked in and I swam for my life up towards the surface where I could breathe. Finally getting there and breaching the water's glassy surface, I took a big breath and began coughing from the water I took in. After finally catching my breath, and coughing up the water that was in my lungs, I was able to get my bearings. It was nighttime, the moon shined up in the sky and the stars shone brightly all around. I had no idea where I was, but I could see land not too far off in the distance. I began to swim towards it.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to the beach. I crawled up onto it and collapsed in a heap, still coughing up water. I passed out, and while I was unconscious again, I had a vision. I was in a white, smokey place. It looked like it went on forever. Then, standing before me, was a bearded man in white robes. His long white hair flowed in the breeze. He peered directly into my soul. Finally, he spoke to me.
"I have a mission for you, my friend. I need you to go to Earth, to the American state of San Andreas, and the city of Los Santos. There is much wickedness there that must be purged."
I finally snapped back to consciousness only to realize that I was no longer alone on the beach. A man looking to be in his early thirties was looking at me like I had smoke coming out of my ears. I could see he was wearing a black leather jacket. His bushy beard and his long stringy hair both looked greasy. We stared at each other for several seconds until finally, he ran up and kicked me in the face. My body recoiled backwards as I came up off the ground and fell backwards flat on my back.
Quickly, he jumped on top of me and started to punch me repeatedly in the face. I had to retaliate. I kicked upwards with my right leg and kicked him in the back and the back of the head, causing him to roll forwards off of me. I quickly got to my feet. I could taste the warm blood dripping into my mouth. The taste was strangely familiar.
The greasy man got up and pulled out a knife from his boot. He lunged at me with it, trying to stab me. But I side stepped him and grabbed the hand with the knife in it, whipped it around and threw the man to the ground, causing him to drop the knife. I quickly grabbed it and jumped on top of the greasy man and stabbed him in the chest repeatedly, finally ending with one more to the temple on his head. His body went limp and he was dead.
I fell off to the side and passed out again. When I came to this time, nothing was any different, except for the headache I now had. The greasy man was still laying in the sand next to me, still dead. I reached over and grabbed the knife from out of his head, pulling it free with a sharp yank. Blood gushed from the wound. I tossed it aside into the sand and rolled the greasy man over so I could relieve him of his leather jacket.
I pulled the jacket off of the greasy man's back. It surprisingly had no blood on it. My only guess is I wasn't passed out long enough for the blood from the stab wounds to seep onto the inside of the jacket. In any event, I put the jacket on over my black t-shirt. Turning back to the corpse of the greasy man, I removed his chaps from his legs and put those on myself as well. They covered my black jeans.
I then went through the greasy man's pockets. I found a set of keys in his side pocket and I also found his leather wallet in a back pocket attached with a chain to a belt loop on the front of his pants. Removing the chain from the belt loop, I looked through the wallet and found a large wad of what appeared to be money. Several pieces of paper with the faces of dead presidents and different numbers representing value. 1s; 5s; 10s; 20s; 50s; and 100s adding up to $2,567.
I continued looking through the wallet, finding the greasy man's driver's license, which I buried in the sand. I fastened the wallet chain to my own belt loop and placed the wallet in my back pocket. I then took the knife sheath off of the man's boot. I strapped it onto my upper right calf. Finding nothing else on the greasy man's corpse, I stood up and looked around, and that was when I noticed something I hadn't seen before.
A black motorcycle sat parked several yards away. Picking up the knife from earlier and sliding it into the sheath, I walked over to the motorcycle and looked it over for a few seconds. It was a beautiful machine. I noticed an oval shaped badge on the side with the word "Western" painted in the middle. I also noticed the saddlebags hanging on each side. After looking through them, I found a pistol and a couple spare clips of ammo for it, and a few snack candy bars. After scarfing one of them, I felt much better. I then went back to looking at the motorcycle.
As dark as it still was outside, I couldn't see every detail, but I did notice the keyhole on top of the fuel tank. Bringing up the set of keys, I noticed one had the same oval logo on it. I grabbed that key and inserted it into the keyhole. It fit perfectly. I noticed the helmet that was resting on the back fender. It was solid black. I grabbed it and put it on my head, and flipped the visor down. I then got on top of the motorcycle and turned the key.
The beast roared to life. The rumble was strangely soothing. After a second or two of looking, I found the switch to turn on the headlight. The glow of the beam illuminated the hills ahead of me. I could see a narrow path that lead up the hill. Turning the throttle, the beast revved and began rolling forward. I steered it up the hill, turning slightly to the left, then sharply to the right and then another left and the incline ended and I was met with quite a sight.
A large, lit up sign reading "Hookies" was across the way on a pole above what looked like a restaurant. Between the restaurant and me was a four-lane road with many different vehicles whizzing by quickly in both directions. In the parking lot of Hookies, I could see more motorcycles, although none looked the same as the one I was riding. I also saw more guys with black leather jackets. They were standing around talking to each other. I decided it was best to avoid them because of what their friend did to me. Throttling the beast, I steered it to the right and merged with the traffic and headed down the road.
As I drove down the road, a burning question came to mind.
"Who am I?"
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Money on hand:
$2,567
Weapons on hand:
1 Unidentified Black pistol - 3 full clips of ammo
1 Knife
Unconscious, I jerked awake when I realized I was drowning. Instantly, my reflexes kicked in and I swam for my life up towards the surface where I could breathe. Finally getting there and breaching the water's glassy surface, I took a big breath and began coughing from the water I took in. After finally catching my breath, and coughing up the water that was in my lungs, I was able to get my bearings. It was nighttime, the moon shined up in the sky and the stars shone brightly all around. I had no idea where I was, but I could see land not too far off in the distance. I began to swim towards it.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to the beach. I crawled up onto it and collapsed in a heap, still coughing up water. I passed out, and while I was unconscious again, I had a vision. I was in a white, smokey place. It looked like it went on forever. Then, standing before me, was a bearded man in white robes. His long white hair flowed in the breeze. He peered directly into my soul. Finally, he spoke to me.
"I have a mission for you, my friend. I need you to go to Earth, to the American state of San Andreas, and the city of Los Santos. There is much wickedness there that must be purged."
I finally snapped back to consciousness only to realize that I was no longer alone on the beach. A man looking to be in his early thirties was looking at me like I had smoke coming out of my ears. I could see he was wearing a black leather jacket. His bushy beard and his long stringy hair both looked greasy. We stared at each other for several seconds until finally, he ran up and kicked me in the face. My body recoiled backwards as I came up off the ground and fell backwards flat on my back.
Quickly, he jumped on top of me and started to punch me repeatedly in the face. I had to retaliate. I kicked upwards with my right leg and kicked him in the back and the back of the head, causing him to roll forwards off of me. I quickly got to my feet. I could taste the warm blood dripping into my mouth. The taste was strangely familiar.
The greasy man got up and pulled out a knife from his boot. He lunged at me with it, trying to stab me. But I side stepped him and grabbed the hand with the knife in it, whipped it around and threw the man to the ground, causing him to drop the knife. I quickly grabbed it and jumped on top of the greasy man and stabbed him in the chest repeatedly, finally ending with one more to the temple on his head. His body went limp and he was dead.
I fell off to the side and passed out again. When I came to this time, nothing was any different, except for the headache I now had. The greasy man was still laying in the sand next to me, still dead. I reached over and grabbed the knife from out of his head, pulling it free with a sharp yank. Blood gushed from the wound. I tossed it aside into the sand and rolled the greasy man over so I could relieve him of his leather jacket.
I pulled the jacket off of the greasy man's back. It surprisingly had no blood on it. My only guess is I wasn't passed out long enough for the blood from the stab wounds to seep onto the inside of the jacket. In any event, I put the jacket on over my black t-shirt. Turning back to the corpse of the greasy man, I removed his chaps from his legs and put those on myself as well. They covered my black jeans.
I then went through the greasy man's pockets. I found a set of keys in his side pocket and I also found his leather wallet in a back pocket attached with a chain to a belt loop on the front of his pants. Removing the chain from the belt loop, I looked through the wallet and found a large wad of what appeared to be money. Several pieces of paper with the faces of dead presidents and different numbers representing value. 1s; 5s; 10s; 20s; 50s; and 100s adding up to $2,567.
I continued looking through the wallet, finding the greasy man's driver's license, which I buried in the sand. I fastened the wallet chain to my own belt loop and placed the wallet in my back pocket. I then took the knife sheath off of the man's boot. I strapped it onto my upper right calf. Finding nothing else on the greasy man's corpse, I stood up and looked around, and that was when I noticed something I hadn't seen before.
A black motorcycle sat parked several yards away. Picking up the knife from earlier and sliding it into the sheath, I walked over to the motorcycle and looked it over for a few seconds. It was a beautiful machine. I noticed an oval shaped badge on the side with the word "Western" painted in the middle. I also noticed the saddlebags hanging on each side. After looking through them, I found a pistol and a couple spare clips of ammo for it, and a few snack candy bars. After scarfing one of them, I felt much better. I then went back to looking at the motorcycle.
As dark as it still was outside, I couldn't see every detail, but I did notice the keyhole on top of the fuel tank. Bringing up the set of keys, I noticed one had the same oval logo on it. I grabbed that key and inserted it into the keyhole. It fit perfectly. I noticed the helmet that was resting on the back fender. It was solid black. I grabbed it and put it on my head, and flipped the visor down. I then got on top of the motorcycle and turned the key.
The beast roared to life. The rumble was strangely soothing. After a second or two of looking, I found the switch to turn on the headlight. The glow of the beam illuminated the hills ahead of me. I could see a narrow path that lead up the hill. Turning the throttle, the beast revved and began rolling forward. I steered it up the hill, turning slightly to the left, then sharply to the right and then another left and the incline ended and I was met with quite a sight.
A large, lit up sign reading "Hookies" was across the way on a pole above what looked like a restaurant. Between the restaurant and me was a four-lane road with many different vehicles whizzing by quickly in both directions. In the parking lot of Hookies, I could see more motorcycles, although none looked the same as the one I was riding. I also saw more guys with black leather jackets. They were standing around talking to each other. I decided it was best to avoid them because of what their friend did to me. Throttling the beast, I steered it to the right and merged with the traffic and headed down the road.
As I drove down the road, a burning question came to mind.
"Who am I?"
??
Money on hand:
$2,567
Weapons on hand:
1 Unidentified Black pistol - 3 full clips of ammo
1 Knife