Drug Dealer Anon Prologue

>So you're here
>Stuck in your crack house giving the junkies their daily dose
>You were rolling in cash, although it was good money, you felt empty
>You watched as people's entire lives wasted away, crack, heroin, meth
>Rule #1, don't take the shit
>Well today you were going to break that rule
>You wanted to kill yourself, but in the best way possible
>You filled up a hypodermic needle with some heroin and filled your pipe with some crack, meth was placed in toilet paper and rolled up, parachuting it was called
>You lit the pipe, took a long drag, tied your arm and injected the heroin, and parachuted the meth
>You released the band on your arm
>You felt it rushing
>Your view was distorted, colors, lights, flashes, and it was constantly shifting
>You couldn't stand
>You could hear your heart beating in your chest, louder than you ever could, but suddenly
>Your heart stopped
>Today is the day you die

1/x

>Light
>So much light
>You can barely see
>You feel sick
>Every part of your body aches
>You turn over and throw up
>Your eyes begin to adjust as the pain in your body begins to subside
>You're stuck in a field
>Right outside of a fancy town
>It looks just like the village you dreamed of
>Except not as colorful...
>...and not as small
>You looked down, finding yourself fully clothed with boots on
>You checked your belt
>Pepper spray, pistol, magazines, knife
>Neck
>Capsule
>Back
>Backpack
Let's hope they allow open carrying in that village
>You head off towards it.

2/x

>Progressing through the fields of gold the sun shines down upon you
>Strange, it isn't hot in the slightest, It's actually a little bit chilly
>You look down to your watch
>0700
>Whelp, that means at least some shops will be open
>Grab a bite to eat, grab a drink or two, get a cab
>Wait
>You look down at the road you're on
>It's dirt
>Who the hell still uses dirt roads
>You look up
>No contrails, not a plane to be seen... Or heard
>This sucks
>Nearing town, let's get this over with.

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