Never in a million years would I believe the outcome that so far has betowed upon me after I entered Torn...
Escaping from my own misery and trauma, stumbling into the city, bald, naked, wrapped in a tarp to protect some dignity that I imagined that I had left... and suddenly tripping over an old man in the gutter. His name was George apperently. Not only was this little old man confusing. I was pretty sure that he was flat out mad. I guess a life on the street do that you...
Anyhow He took me on a scavanger hunt to the dump, found me something else to wear then the tarp and then showed me thswing of the city. It is a bountyful city and just during my first day I obtaines enough cash do buy myself a downtown apartment and fx it up a little.
Got myself a job and then again another that offered way more in salary.
So I slept well last night. first time in forever.
on todays to do list... train, crimes and connections... Lets get to it.
makes a sound like a rising demon fro mthe abyss would express as it rips the fabric of the living
My head is pounding and my muscles are sore but heck the view where I am is to die for. And I did by all the crinkly levels of hell I can only say one thing... what the fuck was that..?! O_O"
Thinking back. I did not see it coming... but maybe I should have?. Shortly after I moved into the apartment I bought myself!
Shit I have not owned anything bigger then what i usually wear so this is huge.
Now if I thought my life would turn around and every issue be solved... well I was wrong... So shortly after I moved into my apartment The company who offered me such a good pay stop paying me. So there was really no reason to stay... So as I took a swing a round the neighbourhood I met a man who made the butterflies flutter and with an italian accent offered me my dreams come true and more... and marriage..! Who am I to say no to that? I have no fucking clue what he saw in me consider I am still bald and pretty much look like an X-marine with a tutu... Maybe my lucky start struck him blind... But I thank it anyhow!
I moved into his villa very fancy place way better then my apartment. And I was sure my life was just gonna be candy and roses from now on... Yet again I was sorely mistaken.
The crew I was hanging with started to piss the wrong neighbours off and before we knew it they were on us like hawks. striking us down one by one... The instructions did not help much... Buy super pricy drugs use it, kill them all, dont die! and if you do... do not get out of the hospital... buy poison... and then a slap to the back of hte head and hiss to make it happen... DUDE! I just got heere I have no fucking clue what I am doing! So I did the only thing I could... Everything I shouldn't...
! died half billion times wonder if thte hospital staff started to question the use to bring me back to life again... I am pretty sure they wanted to put me out of the misery... But they didn't...
So here I am.many days and deaths later, hanging with a new crew. having a husband and looking out of the striking view of hte private island we rented while recooperating.. Life is not to shabby after all... Cheers.. *Sips margarita for breakfast*
So no need to say... I took the job that gave better pay. Its a slow job not much to do then trying to find more people who need money fast, found a few.. and life rolls on.
Not sure why my new hobby have become to go on svanger hunt in the junkyard but it is fun, find all sorts of trash some might have use later and some gives me a pretty penny. Between work, studies, casino, gym the trip to the junkyard do gives some varity in life..
So I got some surprise mail, a letter I did not recognize the writing from. First I thought it was some neighbour that left an angry note. but when I opened it was a letter from Old man George of the slums... I have no idiea how the freaky bastard got my address but it seems he have eyes and ears everywhere... shut the curtains and try to shrugs the uncanny feeling off
So I am feeling restless... as soon as I loaded some energy I'll do my best to stir up some trouble... maybe it is boredom, maybe its hormones.. but no matter... I want to find someone to fight... I have an itch and it needs to be scratched...
Never in a million years would I believe the outcome that so far has betowed upon me after I entered Torn...
Escaping from my own misery and trauma, stumbling into the city, bald, naked, wrapped in a tarp to protect some dignity that I imagined that I had left... and suddenly tripping over an old man in the gutter. His name was George apperently. Not only was this little old man confusing. I was pretty sure that he was flat out mad. I guess a life on the street do that you...
Anyhow He took me on a scavanger hunt to the dump, found me something else to wear then the tarp and then showed me thswing of the city. It is a bountyful city and just during my first day I obtaines enough cash do buy myself a downtown apartment and fx it up a little.
Got myself a job and then again another that offered way more in salary.
So I slept well last night. first time in forever.
on todays to do list... train, crimes and connections... Lets get to it.
