I know what is going to happen, why did I trust you? My thoughts were taking over at the moment. I went into the plane with him. Him. He's done this too many times already, but for some reason I still forced myself to trust him. How could he do this to me? What did I do to him? It was my fault. When is it not? I was just sitting there talking about Yezzus only knows what, and BAM. My head whipped forward to the screen reading the words 'Noah The Human busted a cap in you'.
"WHAT THE FUCK NOAH!" I was getting pissed off with him. I just could not deal with that anymore. So I did the unthinkable. No one would ever do this to the great Noah. But.. I did. And I regretted that once I shot him.
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"Get in the plane," Noah instructed me, as I ran towards the plane. The cops were after us, it was a life or death kind of situation here. May I remind you guys that I am only a rank 9 and he was a rank 23 in that lovely game, Grand Theft Auto V. We were just flying around, and talking, and all I see Noah do is jump out of the plane with his parachute. I was not alarmed or anything, because I had gotten used to him jumping out of the plane. Some of you might be thinking 'why the hell don't you jump out too?' Well, because I can not. If I jump, I will be committing suicide because I did not own a parachute, since I was only a rank 9, when you need to be a rank 11 to get one. So I was stuck. I was just waiting to hit the ground, and die, when the plane blew up.
"WHAT THE HELL NOAH WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" I was horrified. Who just kills a fellow player that they're in the plane with. With a goddamn sticky bomb. That was insanity.
"What are you talking about!" Noah's words were filled with lies , "I didn't do anything!"
"YOU FUCKING BLEW ME UP MOTHER FUCKER!" I was just pissed off. But Noah kept on insiting that he did not do anything. "Whatever," my throat felt hoarse after the yelling. We continued to play, and he continued to blow me up with his sticky bombs.
"Okay, okay I'm done," Noah was laughing at me, "I'm serious, I'm done."
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" I was screaming through the headset like there was no tomorrow. "I'm just going to get into your car or plane, and you're going to jump out and kill me!"
"No, I promise I won't." I did not believe him, but you know, I just did what was meant to be. I was meant to be dead. I got into the car with Noah; what a big mistake that was. We drove a little, he jumped out, and uh you know, blew up the car. So, when I re-spawned, I shot, and killed, the great Noah. Which was probably not a good idea. I ran for my life, because I knew he was coming after me. "Why'd you kill me?"
"Because you keep on killing me!" I was running down a hill in the desert, trying to get to a car or something before he kills me.
"That was a big mistake," Noah was getting closer to where I am, I can see his little dot on the map moving closer and closer.
"But, you, you blew me up!" I knew I wouldn't find a car within a 5 mile radius, but I was desprate. "Its fair!" He shot me. Noah The Fucking Human shot me. And killed me. God fucking damn it.
Noah and I met up at the desert landing strip. There were two planes, and he ushered me into the other plane, since I wanted to fly it. Well that was a bad idea.
"You probably put a sticky bomb on this!"
"No no, I didn't trust me." I got into the plane behind his, and we took off. Our planes were in the air, and he was threatening to crash into my plane, and I was pleading for him to not do that. So instead of crashing into my plane, he fucking blows it up. Are you fucking kidding me right now. I was done. We were in the desert landing strip,again; cops were all over him. I was in a police car, waiting for him to get in. Then I saw it. I saw Noah throw a sticky bomb on my police car. My fucking police car. And I knew he was going to press the button to detonate that bomb, so I dove out, and dodged the explosion. Hell yeah.
Noah probably blew the vehicle I was in approximately 27 times that night. Which was just horrific. And he tried to do that again the next day, but lucky for me, I had a parachute.
Noah and I were talking the other day, and I told him he broke my heart. So he threatened me, with fucking sticky bombs.
"NO NO NO NO I LOVE YOU NO <3 <3 <3 <3" I frantically typed, but I knew it was to late. He did not care.. Why would he. He drew pictures of the sticky bomb, the helicopter, the explosion, and him in a clean get-a-way. I was threatened, and I was horrified because of that, and disgusted by him, because he threatened me. Me. Out of all the people he could threaten, he chose me. Fuck my life. In conclusion, when you are getting threatened with sticky bombs, and being reminded that there are ALWAYS sticky bombs, you better fucking watch out.
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So like yeah. This was horrible. But yeah. You know, Early morning writing, getting those juices flowing. This was out of order and really bad and it had horrible detail, I apoligize Noah, but you know. Fuck it.
