Thread:Motionless/@comment-25974603-20150926193322/@comment-25974603-20151012032344

 Liberty City, 2005.

He had finally been released from Alderney State after serving two years.

Sean was glad to be free from that hellhole. Everybody there was such assholes. The guards, the inmates, everyone.

He considered himself lucky to have survived his sentence.

When he arrived to his house in LC, he searched through his mailbox, and found a flyer. Interested, he took it inside with him.

‘Come to Vice City! Full of washed-up 80s actors attempting to stay relevant, terrible pop music made by crack-addicted promiscuous teenage girls who once had a lead starring role on some shitty family-friendly sitcom made for tweens, a corrupt police department that sits on their asses all day doing nothing, we’ve got it all! Vice City, one of the most terrible vacation spots to ever exist!” Sean chuckled at the description. Seeing as he was a Liberty City native, he couldn’t see how it was any worse. One time, he heard that someone took this large shit in public...in the middle of Star Junction. Everyone saw it on the big screen. Apparently that guy was an escaped mental asylum patient or something. He considered it for a minute. This could be a good chance for a new start, a blank slate. No more committing crimes. From now on, he would just be a normal citizen in America.

Perhaps he’d think about this later after getting some rest.



I'm pretty happy with this so far.