Type Of Activity: Roleplaying
Date: 9/12/2024
Participants: @Auraphase
Story:
As I cruised through the streets of Las Venturas, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Auraphase's name flashed on the screen. Without hesitation, I answered, his voice low and urgent on the other end. He gave me an address, dropped it straight into my DMs, and made it crystal clear—this delivery was strictly between him, me, and his crew, Arm Assasin. The job was off the books, and by the tone of his voice, I knew it wasn’t exactly legal. But the payout? He promised it would be worth the risk.
I swung the wheel and headed for the drop point. The location was dimly lit, shadows pooling between the buildings. There, waiting for me, were the crates. They looked heavy, and when I hauled one into the bed of my truck, my suspicions were confirmed—it was no featherweight cargo. Auraphase’s instructions echoed in my mind: Don’t peek. Just deliver.
The weight of curiosity tugged at me, but I shook it off. Some things are better left unknown.
With the cargo secured, I slipped back behind the wheel and drove off into the night, the hum of the engine drowning out my thoughts. My destination was clear. My task was simple. All that mattered was getting those crates into Auraphase's hands—and staying one step ahead of trouble.
Screenshots:
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