Chapter 1: Lance Jackson – An Introduction

From the author

Hello. I am Wally - aka - aka Lance Jackson - aka - - -

Every day sometime between 2am and 8am PST, I assume the role of Lance Jackson on the NoPixel Whitelist GTA5 Roleplay Server. 

All live streams can be found  

All edited footage is published . 

Frequency - As often as I can.

All of Lance's thoughts and feelings and interactions are recorded here, in my words.

This is his story. 

Is this his origin story? It might as well be. The steady pumping and beeping of the machines around him signaled some sort of life. His mind was muddled with eldritch whispers. What had caused this? Normally whiskey would silence the whispers... silence the cries.

*beep* *beep* *whoosha* *beep *beep* 

Lance slowly opened his eyes, the bright of the lights causing them to tear. He attempted to whisper, but the tube down his throat made it difficult. Another wave of purple fluids *whoosha'd* up the tube and his eyes bulged in response. The machines began to beep again, and Lance could take no more. He grabbed the tube and pulled. *Whoosha* turned to projectile vomit and the wall got painted in purple bile. His voice returned in a roar of coughing and wheezing and his sight focused immediately upon his surroundings. Central Los Santos Medical Center - the city. How did he get here? 

Images flashed through his head - one after another. Each one a drunken state with the final image ending with a feast of ash.

The ashes had fallen from the sky and Lance was so... so hungry. They were filling, and the ashes numbed the pain. Someone must have found him engorged on the ashy fungi and had him transported back to the city.

Lance stumbled from the bed, tearing the IV from his wrist and falling to the floor. His catheter extracted prematurely, causing a pain he had never felt before. After a loud groan, he fell unconscious... clutching his abdomen. 

He woke to a smooth, southern-accented feminine voice. Her nametag said "Canter" and she had her auburn hair done-up in a rush. Lance was moved back on the bed while unconscious and his previous mess had been tended to. He could still feel a dull pain in his abdomen and groin, but he was able to breathe on his own again and this calmed him.

He had no emergency contacts and could only be identified by his dogtags, but the doctors treated him nonetheless. Upon waking, he was discharged. Canter met him outside the room, giving him plenty of time to gather his belongings and clean up. Lance took this time, as there was no telling when he'd have a bed and warm food again.

 - And thus Lance was born. 

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