Rift Station: Open Worlds
"Why am I here?"
I've asked myself that many times. Sure, I could give the bullshit excuse and blame my actions on my alcoholic father and whore of a mother. In reality, I knew exactly what I was doing and didn't give two shits for the impending punishment. You see, things around me end up...missing. A jewelry box here, a priceless artifact there, somehow I can't help myself. The payout is just an added benefit. Normally, only violent thieves end up on death row. I suppose the punishment fits the crime, I stole something infinitely more valuable than a flashy ring. Let's just say the governor of Intergalactic Space Station: Cara X can pull a few strings and doesn't appreciate my "roguish seduction" in regards to precious Danielle, his daughter. Roguish seduction? That was sweet lovin', baby.
On my way to the rift, they locked me next to two ugly brutes. Most criminals are ugly because good looking people are rarely desperate enough to resort to a life of crime. What about me? I'm the exception, baby. I can see the rift out the small slit in the ship they call a window. I don't want to converse with the brutes, err, well-respected men of dangerous living, but in my experience it's always nice to have a few friends. And muscular friends at that.
I've asked myself that many times. Sure, I could give the bullshit excuse and blame my actions on my alcoholic father and whore of a mother. In reality, I knew exactly what I was doing and didn't give two shits for the impending punishment. You see, things around me end up...missing. A jewelry box here, a priceless artifact there, somehow I can't help myself. The payout is just an added benefit. Normally, only violent thieves end up on death row. I suppose the punishment fits the crime, I stole something infinitely more valuable than a flashy ring. Let's just say the governor of Intergalactic Space Station: Cara X can pull a few strings and doesn't appreciate my "roguish seduction" in regards to precious Danielle, his daughter. Roguish seduction? That was sweet lovin', baby.
On my way to the rift, they locked me next to two ugly brutes. Most criminals are ugly because good looking people are rarely desperate enough to resort to a life of crime. What about me? I'm the exception, baby. I can see the rift out the small slit in the ship they call a window. I don't want to converse with the brutes, err, well-respected men of dangerous living, but in my experience it's always nice to have a few friends. And muscular friends at that.