EPILOGUE:
"Free At Last"
It was 10:12AM, mid-morning, the sun overcasting a happy blue blue sky, smiling. It was over. Thank God it was over, you thought. You were surrounded by rocky terrains: Green pastures, coupled with rocky mountains dotted the landscape. A city was in the distance, a metropolis as evidenced by towering skyscrappers and zig-zagging freeways, already rife with traffic. Hm. This was perfect. You sat back, closing your eyes...
Except one person.
I, Adam, pressed a hand against my head, deep in thought: This isn't right. There IS no Carcer City in real life. How in the world could it exist then? It was like my brain was on auto-repeat. It simply didn't make any sense! I shook my head, it appears the airport was in the far distance, deep within the mysterious city unfolding by the mile.
BEEP!!
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Watch it asshole!"
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What the fuck? Jimmy! He had the right of way!"
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Whatever pops. Whoever's drivin' DRIVES LIKE A FUCKING GRANDMA." The last few words was uttered very, very loudly so Jack could hear.
Whatever.
You drive off once again, God he sure seemed familiar. I shook his appearance off, allowing Jack to drive a few more miles. Carcer City... wait a minute-! A signpost greets us:
Welcome to San Andreas.
A bright blue light catches your vision, shortly before vanishing forever...
Aaaand, that's it folks! It turns out you were in the Rockstar universe the entire time! Post your epilogue, tell me what happens to your character! :D
*I awoke in a hospital. A normal one that is...and thankfully not the same one from a few days ago. Or however long that horrendous game went on. I was laying in a nice, clean bed. Is it actually over? No more Starkweather? Yes...it was over. I for sure thought that the blinding light in the bus was one of his tricks, but it appears it wasn't. Thankfully...*
*I eyed the room I was in. Yep, completely normal. Not one thing trying to blow my damn head off with a shotgun. Or chop my head off... The window to my left was slightly open, I could hear the sounds of the birds chirping, and the sound of the wind blowing lightly, causing fallen leafs from the trees below to scrap against the ground. Another Minnesota winter was definitely on the way. I then noticed a few letters piled on a small table next to me bed. I picked them up, and began to read through who the letters were from. Most likely bills for my house...*
*I read through most of the letters within an hour. Most of them were from my family, and a few of my friends. Nothing too special really, most of the. Just said "get well soon," or "later dude..." I put all of the letters into one pile, and set them back on the small table. That is, until something caught my eye. A red envelope sat there on the table. It definitely wasn't there before, that's for sure. Instead of placing the letters on the table, I simply put them on my bed, and then picked up the red envelope. I hesitated to open it, his could very well be a letter from Starkweather himself...or I forgot to pay the water bill again... I took a deep breath, and exhaled. Fuck it, it's not like there's a surprise inside. Right?*
*I slowly opened the envelope, unsure of who it's from, or where it's from. Inside the envelope, was obviously a letter. I unfolded the letter, and began to read...*
Dear Gage,
I hope this letter gets to you, for this, is a very important letter. This letter, is for your eyes only. Not even a family member must know about this. Now, I know you may be wondering who I am, and how I figured out what your alias was...and what hospital you're in. Well, I can't tell you. But what I can tell you, is that I have a proposition for you Mister Gage.
Actually, I'm not going to tell you what I have in store for you, at least not yet. In two months, there will be a dark blue van. You may have seen it before. You will approach the driver of the van, and give I'm the passphrase "Cash is King." From there, two men will escort you into the back if the van. Don't worry, they won't harm you at all. You are quite vital to use Gage. Trust me.
One you are in the van, you will reach an airport, and you hitch a ride on a private plane I've prepared myself. The plane will take you to Washington D.C. You will then be greeted by a man named Alex, and he will escort you to the nearby docks. And there, at exactly twelve o'clock midnight, the meeting will begin. There, you will meet four men. They work for me, so don't worry.
That is all the information I can give you. You may choose to accept my offer, or decline. It is your choice. But, you still cannot tell anyone of this letter, whether accept or decline. If you do call the authority's, I'd sleep with one eye open. Or with a gun...
I'd make your decision soon my friend, for we have little time to spare. Good luck...
- B
*What in the hell is this about? This has to be some sort of joke made by my brother or something. But...could it really be...no, no way. I can't possibly be him! He doesn't even exist! Or...does he? I suppose there's only one way to find out.*
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*Finally, two months have passed, and the van is waiting outside. Right where the letter said it would be. The funny thing is, is that today is the day I get discharged from the hospital. How convenient... I had been given my cloths from moths ago, they were clean, and almost free of blood stains. They also, gave me my mask back. The nurse though had a very strange look on her face when she gave it to me. I got dressed, and left the hospital. After going through the process of actually being discharged of course.*
*I sighed when I saw the van. This is it I suppose. I walked towards the van, and moved towards the drivers seat. The radio was blasting "Drifting" by Pat Briscoe. I cleared my throat, and said,
"Cash is King..." The driver looked at me...and smiled. He knew I was making the right choice.*
Fin