nut ass crane rp

An azure, cloudy day made its transition into a lunar-lit night. Atop the pinnacle of a mountain formation, overlooking the archaic metropolis below, Jack resided; eyes as dark as a raven, snow white locks that cascaded down his face, stopping just below his nape. The wind wrapped around him, caressing his resting form and tousling his onyx hair in a puerile jaunt.

The discharge of ki flowing through Jack's blood, manifesting within the soles of his feet, soon faded to all but a minuscule exertion to keep him adrift above the gaping city below. His oculars were sealed shut. It seemed as though all of the ruckus radiating from this metropolis put him at ease somehow. All of it blended into one stream of sound that pulsated through his eardrums. He breathed in, and then breathed out. He settled into a comfortable position, legs tucked in. Jack began to drown everything out. He tuned out the city, the animals and insects on the mountain, everything, instead becoming in tune with his inner self. Several moments passed, and soon enough it all came flowing back. It hit him in the center of his cranium. It began to drill and pierce through the bowels of his mind:

COCAINE FOR MY BREAKFAST HOLD THAT PISTOL AMBIDEXTROUS YUH
PUSSY BOY TALK RECKLESS HE MIGHT END UP ON A STRETCHER YUH
FUCK WIT MY SET U GET WET LIKE A PUSSY YUH
SAUCE WHAT I SPILT ON MY QUILT
SHE NEED MILK OKAY
XXX ON A KILLSTREAK
U PUSSY NIGGAS RICE KRISPIE

Jack was... woke.