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| I got some bad news for you- You're not welcome. That's right, you're kicked out. Your universe doesn't want you anymore. Something has happened- planetary rift? Angry god? Government experience gone wrong? It doesn't matter. But now? You're here, and if you weren't human before you're going to damn well have to get used to it. Welcome to Los Santos. If you come from a world that has Los Angeles? You'll find it a strong reminder of that jewel of the west coast. If you're not? Then it's just Los Santos, a scummy crapheap of a condescending city that thinks it's the jewel of the west coast, where all the good movies get made and people come dreaming of getting their name on the Vinewood Walk of Fame. So you're not welcome at home, you're broke as can be with whatever's in your pockets, and if you're really unlucky you're not even the same species. So what do you do? Get a job. You'll discover quickly that the people here aren't very nice. Every innocent bystander is the type that makes your day worse. The people at the restaurants get orders wrong and then make it sound like it's your fault for asking for corrections. Men on the street catcall and have loud conversations about how women shouldn't be fat. Women on the street insult other women and talk about how they just want to find a rich man to rob blind. If you get a job with the police (the job requirements aren't what they used to be) you'll find the entire department is irreparably corrupt. The IAA and the FIB behave more questionably than the CIA or the FBI ever would (and that says a lot). You're in a terrible world full of terrible people. So either this will be magnificently frustrating or you'll fit right in. |
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