Blasty
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- United States
Merry Christmas!
Just wanted to let that message above spread so people know that I've changed! Please take my warning! Now young lads come gather 'round for my tale!
After a day of turning hobos against each other over non existent food, I retired to my abode at Castle Thronos. As Night fell I slowly drifted to sleep to the hum of my super sized electric space heater, When all of a sudden I was awoken with a loud clang.
Thinking that I was being robbed I jumped up and grabbed my trusty katiba and fired at the next noise I heard. Clang *RAT TATATATATA click...*
It was then to my horror after firing a full clip into nothing that I heard the sound continue... it had a voice, it was coming closer whispering "Blaaaaaastyyyyyy"
I ducked for cover behind a stack of pizza boxes and watched the door swing up and the calm night turn into a violent wind storm!
Too my horror I gawked at the specter that stood before me in the image of @SGT Hadi Doogle ! Only this image was transparent, and glowing, and very much dead....
Blasty! It is I Hadi of the Doogles here to warn you of your future! If you do not repent, you will be visited by three spirits, The First at 1, the Second at the strike of 2 and the final and most dreaded at 3.
I asked Hadi why he came to me like this and why he threatened me but before I could question the "specter", It disappeared along with the windstorm.
Of course I chalked this up to falling asleep and that cop bastard trying to steal my guns.
Ignoring the whole thing because for 1, lack of evidence of it happening, I decided to hop into bed and fell asleep despite pondering about my recent ghostly encounter.
I was awoken by a blinding flash of light entering my vision. I sat up quickly and then the broken grandfather clock I had never mentioned before started to work again, signalling that it was 1 AM.
The light subsided and I was greeted with the angelic visage of @Oaky .
It announced it self quickly as the "Ghost of Christmas Past". It was at this point that I realized, "Shit, I'm getting Scrooged". Not knowing any better though I decided to rise up from my bed to get whatever the night had in store over with.
With a Canadian accent and a tug, we were both pulled into my past, Of when I first came to the Island of Altis. The Spirit reminded me of my own humble beginnings and hobo roots when I too had nothing to live off of. Of course then I realized how I came to be because of getting money by stealing guns and selling them to cops. Then I was told I had forgotten the true meaning of what it means to be a True Christian and then *bonk* I landed on the floor of my room.
Getting really pissed at that point, I decided to ignore the spirit's warnings and went to bed in defiance.
The stroke of 2 arrived and I was roused from my bed by the smell of strong liquor and laughter. I walked into my living room and what stood before me was the jolly visage of @Vladic Ka . The Ghost of Christmas Present
With a Hearty laugh and a shot of some brown liquid I was whisked away and shown the current status of altis, the roving death gangs, and the horrific turmoil suffered by hobos and police because of my Arms Dealing and hobo harassing. Sorry to be anti-climatic but thats just the way to describe it.
Because the spirit had too much to drink, we were late getting home and that was when I was greeted by the third and final ghost. @Wilco the ghost of Christmas yet to come. This is where things get really weird.
The spirit had a giant judge gavel with the engraving "Ban Hammer" on it and basically threatened me with "Be good or I will ban you back to the beginning of 2016". Not wanting to relive the horror that was 2016, I begged for mercy and was opened my eyes and found my self kneeling in front of my bed. It was Morning!
Since then I have been going around to hobos and giving them bountiful feasts of food and attending the Christmas celebrations of relatives I never knew about. Also stocking up the police stations full of donuts and coffee.
All in all sorry for such an anti-climatic ending.
God Bless RPUK, Everyone!
