Casino arson: Federal police detain state cop - The Hindu

Don’t @ me

At the end of season 2, Frank Cosgrove blows up Marty’s office in the glass building.
Yet at the start of season 3, apparently they made up and Frank Cosgrove Jr is at the casino and he just gets money.
The glass office is up and running again. They act like nothing happened!
No police report, no fire department investigation, nothing!
Why?!!! If this was real life, the police would be all over that case.
The FBI can investigate the series of arson. They can get Marty on the suspicion too!
They literally got one of Frank’s man with the boat fire!!!!

With 42 crisp hundreds lining my pocket and child-like wonder pulsating, Vegas was summoning me from the bowels of hell. But first, I had to take a little detour by Morongo Casino for no particular reason other than recently reading up about Jackson's Seminole Wars and Cherokee policy; felt like the right thing to do.
I smoke a few bowls from my apple piece and do some Tai Chi in the parking structure to immerse into the zone. Within the zone, I am as objective as a poker player as I can comprehend; once the zone crumbles to ego, I am a PLO donk from the pit of eternal suffering and going all in on long shot stock options. It's a perplexing duality to rationalize and live with, though I wouldn't have it any other way. I lost a wee bit under 10k two weeks before with said degeneracy; regardless, there I was harnessing my Chi in the parking structure to redeem myself - maybe I should have been volunteering at a soup kitchen or raising malnourished kittens instead of this self centered quest, but the journey had already commenced..
The only game with an open seat is a 5/10 and I sit down with $666 for my own amusement. The villain of this hand had accidentally revealed his cards to my peaking eyes a few hands before where he floated 2x and bombed a paired board with nothing against a nit. Having known this, I flatted his 3b to 105 with my QQ's because his range is too wide to rip it and checked to him when the board came T95 rainbow, surprisingly he checks back. Turn is a 4 (bringing in clubs) and I lead for 60 to hopefully induce - he flats. River is an offsuit Ace and I check it, he insta rips all in for 550 effective. I ruminate on quantum theory and my mother's abuse, then make the crying call only due to the fact that I saw his donkalicous play before. Sure enough, he flops over 57h and the trip is off to a BANG. After playing tight for another hour and as the table slowly began to break, I walk out with nearly a grand more to my name.
I sat in my Volvo wagon with an American spirit fading to my finger tips and Bach's E Major Partita emitting from mere mm's of my phone's speakers, I realized I had completed the most objective objective of this trip.. The only reason I set off was because my cello "broke" the day before and the degen tingles were too convincing without a bow in hand, now I had more than enough in profit to get my baby tuned up. But who the fuck has the time to act upon their conscience, I'm tryin to GAMBOL! "Vegas, here I come darlin."
I stopped in Barstow to force myself to vomit and then gently placed a tab of LSD under my tongue in ode to Dr. Gonzo. I tried deciphering some meaning in the vast array of stars as I wandered the barren Mojave and after coming up short, I was back to flooring it on the 15. My optics were melting a tad and the road did permeate with my breath, but not an ounce of fear radiated within. I sang my favorite songs from "O Brother Where Art Thou" and didn't think about my ex at all with "You Are My Sunshine," baby steps. With the dusk hue fading as rays of light mustered over the horizon, our beloved capitalist wasteland was within eye shot. Before I could render the inclination of a responsible thought, I was in the Bellagio parking lot smoking weed with some drunk broad beggin for a few bucks to throw on slots - "Ganja is the only charity I provide hon."
After a few orbits at 5/10 with a far too many regs that I recognized and getting a walk with Aces, I stand up right there n then and get the hell out of that nit fest. My soul was aching for 4 cards and there's no forsaking such a ravenous urge, Aria was my destiny.
Due to the fact that live 1/2/5 PLO is actually abbreviated for BINGO, most of my play was incredibly standard and not worth typing out. There was only one hand for which wasn't a cognitive snap decision against a 10/20 pro for whom I had top set and let 3 potential straight combos get there from foolish slow play; after a minute of deciphering the hand and his perception of my image, I called his $400 river bet and got the good news. Aside from that single hand, any domesticated chimp could have been in my seat and it wouldn't have made a difference; the hands played themselves out. After 72 hours of continuous grinding and gettin lucky at 5/5/10, I reached the sacred $4,200 in profit and doubled my trip's first stop loss amount (which I had no intention of adhering to).
With 84 mildly crumpled hundreds in my pocket and that same child-like wonder pulsating; here I am wandering the strip looking for the stories in all these confused faces. But conceptualizing the seemingly infinite dimensionality within even the simplest of folk is futile when I am just as confused; I hope the find what they are looking for or find that the looking is the fun part, who the fuck knows. I appears as though the next leg of my journey is to visit my childhood home in southern Utah and commit Felony arson in spite of my mother - or I might just keep degening away. Only time will tell.
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Safe travels comrades.

Richard Valentino (aka The Red King), successful businessman, billionaire, founder and CEO of Valentino Enterprises, and founder and leader of the Masquerade Mafia. He is a notorious crime lord bent on ruling all of Los Santos and immortalizing his name as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history. Despite his villainous occupation, he has a tragic backstory which revolves around his motives. Making him a rather sympathetic character unlike most GTA characters.
In the future, I plan to make a GTA web series with this man as the main (villainous) protagonist. Richard would also be the main protagonist of all of the heists (Fleeca Job, Prison Break, Humane Labs Raid, Series A Funding, Pacific Standard Job, Doomsday Heist, Diamond Casino, Diamond Casino Heist, A Superyacht Life, and Cayo Perico Heist).
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Richard Valentino/The Red King

• Goals:

1. Rule the entire city of Los Santos.
2. Become immortal by being forever remembered as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history.
3. Get revenge on everyone who treated him horribly in the past.

​

• History: Richard Anthony Valentino Jr. is an American male of Italian ancestry. When he was a child, Richard lived with his mother and father. The family loved each other very much. However, his father Richard Valentino Sr., was facing financial problems and worried he wouldn't be able to provide for his family. So Richard Sr. turned to crime in order to support his son. He went from smuggling to robbing banks. Until he was finally arrested for his crimes. Richard Sr. was sentenced to death by the electric chair. As he saw his wife and son looking back at him one last time, his last words were "I love you both." Richard Jr. watched his father die for providing for his loved ones. Richard Jr.'s life had gotten a lost worse afterwords. He was always bullied at Elementary and Middle School by all the popular kids for his family not being rich and famous (it's a social status thing). Until one day, the kids apologized to Richard and asked him to be their friend. One week later, Richard was invited to join a club with the popular kids. Richard's mom saved up enough money to buy Richard a fancy suit and bow-tie for his initiation. Later that night, as he entered the clubhouse, the popular kids reveal that they only pretended to be his friends just so they could humiliate and beat him up. One of the kids even gave Richard a black eye. He escaped while the other kids mocked him and teased him in the rain. Richard lost the only happiness he had ever had in a long time. Richard sat in the rain crying, waiting for his mom to come pick him up. From that day forth, Richard swore that he was never going to be pushed around again. He vowed that one day, he would be the one on top and in charge of the city that wronged him. In his 20's, Richard began to build his fortune and start a company. Richard had become a billionaire and businessman. However, this was just a cover to hide his true line of work. Richard started a criminal empire called the Masquerade Mafia, known for always wearing masks when committing crime. Richard went under the alias "The Red King," a mysterious kingpin bent on ruling the entire city. Richard became one of the biggest crime bosses in the criminal underworld. Nothing would stop him from claiming Los Santos as his own.

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• Personality: Richard is a broken man. Only knowing anger and sadness. After his traumatizing life as a child, Richard became severely depressed. Even becoming an alcoholic. To the public, he is an average billionaire playboy who threw and went to parties, drank, and so on. As the Red King, he was a cruel, remorseless tyrant bent on taking over the city and getting revenge on everyone who wronged him. Despite his thuggish tendencies and tyrannical nature, Richard is not completely heartless. Although he is a ruthless mob boss, Richard has a moral code. Richard would never do drugs (even though he deals drugs from time to time), he will never kill anyone unless necessary, he will never murder children or their parents as they remind him of himself when he was younger, believing them to have it lucky. Richard also despises abuse of any kind (Animal abuse, Child abuse, Domestic abuse, etc.) Richard is also disgusted by rape, pedophilia, sex and human trafficking, etc. Richard is still capable of love and kindness. This is proven as he treats his wife like a queen and loves her with all his heart (even hoping to have a child with her one day). Richard is also a kind boss towards his employees and his goons. Richard is also extremely intelligent and incredibly strategic, carefully planning his heists and orchestrating missions to steal the things needed to prepare for the heists.

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• Appearance:

1. As himself: Fair skin, well built and semi muscular, no facial hair, brown eyes, black faux hawk haircut, gray suit vest, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.
2. As the Red King: Deadeye Warrior Mask (with built in voice changer), black suit vest, red wool coat, black gloves, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.

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• Crimes: Murder, Racketeering, Organized crime, Torture, Terrorism, Theft, Destruction of public property, Arson, Drug dealing, Weapons dealing, Blackmail, Mutilation, Incrimination, Con artistry, Smuggling, Vandalism, Robbery, Money laundering, Conspiracy, Fraud, Grand Theft Auto (Get it? Lol).

This is not an official character in the GTA franchise, but I figured I could pitch an idea for an anti-villain/villainous protagonist. In the future, I plan to make a GTA web series with this man as the main protagonist. Richard would also be the main protagonist of all of the heists (Fleeca Job, Prison Break, Humane Labs Raid, Series A Funding, Pacific Standard Job, Doomsday Heist, Diamond Casino, Diamond Casino Heist, A Superyacht Life, and Cayo Perico Heist).
Richard Valentino (aka The Red King), successful businessman, founder and CEO of Valentino Enterprises, founder and leader of the Masquerade Mafia. He is a notorious crime lord bent on ruling all of Los Santos and immortalize his name as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history. Despite his villainous occupation, he has a tragic backstory which revolves around his motives. Due to his tragic backstory, he is a very sympathetic character.
​
Richard Valentino/The Red King

• Goals:

1. Rule the entire city of Los Santos.
2. Become immortal by being forever remembered as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history.
3. Get revenge on everyone who treated him horribly in the past.

• History: Richard Anthony Valentino Jr. in an American male of Italian ancestry. When he was a child, Richard lived with his mother and father. The family loved each other very much. However, his father Richard Valentino Sr., was facing financial problems and worried he wouldn't be able to provide for his family. So Richard Sr. turned to crime in order to support his son. He went from smuggling to robbing banks. Until he was finally arrested for his crimes. Richard Sr. was sentenced to death by the electric chair. As he saw his wife and son looking back at him one last time, his last words were "I love you both." Richard Jr. watched his father die for providing for his loved ones. Richard Jr.'s life had gotten a lost worse afterwords. He was always bullied at Elementary and Middle School by all the popular kids for his family not being rich and famous (it's a social status thing). Until one day, the kids apologized to Richard and asked him to be their friend. One week later, Richard was invited to join a club with the popular kids. Richard's mom saved up enough money to buy Richard a fancy suit and bow-tie for his initiation. Later that night, as he entered the clubhouse, the popular kids reveal that they only pretended to be his friends just so they could humiliate and beat him up. One of the kids even gave Richard a black eye. He escaped while the other kids mocked him and teased him in the rain. Richard lost the only happiness he had ever had in a long time. Richard sat in the rain crying, waiting for his mom to come pick him up. From that day forth, Richard swore that he was never going to be pushed around again. He vowed that one day, he would be the one on top and in charge of the city that wronged him. In his 20's, Richard began to build his fortune and start a company. Richard had become a billionaire and businessman. However, this was just a cover to hide his true line of work. Richard started a criminal empire called the Masquerade Mafia, known for always wearing masks when committing crime. Richard went under the alias "The Red King," a mysterious kingpin bent on ruling the entire city. Richard became one of the biggest crime bosses in the criminal underworld. Nothing would stop him from claiming Los Santos as his own.
  
• Personality: Richard is a broken man. Only knowing anger and sadness. After his traumatizing life as a child, Richard became severely depressed. Even becoming an alcoholic. To the public, he is an average billionaire playboy who threw and went to parties, drank, and so on. As the Red King, he was a cruel, remorseless tyrant bent on taking over the city and getting revenge on everyone who wronged him. Despite his thuggish tendencies and tyrannical nature, Richard is not completely heartless. Although he is a ruthless mob boss, Richard had a moral code. Richard would never do drugs (even though he deals drugs from time to time), he will never kill anyone unless necessary, he will never murder children or their parents as they remind him of himself when he was younger, believing them to have it lucky. Richard also despises abuse of any kind (Animal abuse, Child abuse, Domestic abuse, etc.) Richard is also disgusted by rape, pedophilia, sex and human trafficking, etc. Richard is still capable of love and kindness. This is proven as he treats his wife like a queen and loves her with all his heart (even hoping to have a child with her one day). Richard is also a kind boss towards his employees and his goons. Richard is also extremely intelligent and incredibly strategic, carefully planning his heists and orchestrating missions to steal the things needed to prepare for the heists.
  
• Appearance:
  

1. As himself: Caucasian, well built ans semi muscular, no facial hair, brown eyes, black faux hawk haircut, gray suit vest, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.
2. As the Red King: Deadeye Warrior Mask (with built in voice changer), black suit vest, red wool coat, black gloves, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.

• Crimes:

1. Mass murder, Racketeering, Organized crime, Torture, Terrorism, Theft, Destruction of public property, Arson, Drug dealing, Weapons dealing, Blackmail, Mutilation, Incrimination, Con artistry, Smuggling, Vandalism, Robbery, Money laundering, Conspiracy, Fraud.

• Type of Villain: Tragic Crime Lord.

This is not an official character in the GTA franchise, but I figured I could pitch an idea for an anti-villain/villainous protagonist. In the future, I plan to make a GTA web series with this man as the main protagonist. Richard would also be the main protagonist of all of the heists (Fleeca Job, Prison Break, Humane Labs Raid, Series A Funding, Pacific Standard Job, Doomsday Heist, Diamond Casino, Diamond Casino Heist, A Superyacht Life, and Cayo Perico Heist).
Richard Valentino (aka The Red King), successful businessman, founder and CEO of Valentino Enterprises, founder and leader of the Masquerade Mafia. He is a notorious crime lord bent on ruling all of Los Santos and immortalize his name as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history. Despite his villainous occupation, he has a tragic backstory which revolves around his motives. Due to his tragic backstory, he is a very sympathetic character.
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Richard Valentino/The Red King

• Goals:

1. Rule the entire city of Los Santos.
2. Become immortal by being forever remembered as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history.
3. Get revenge on everyone who treated him horribly in the past.

​

• History: Richard Anthony Valentino Jr. in an American male of Italian ancestry. When he was a child, Richard lived with his mother and father. The family loved each other very much. However, his father Richard Valentino Sr., was facing financial problems and worried he wouldn't be able to provide for his family. So Richard Sr. turned to crime in order to support his son. He went from smuggling to robbing banks. Until he was finally arrested for his crimes. Richard Sr. was sentenced to death by the electric chair. As he saw his wife and son looking back at him one last time, his last words were "I love you both." Richard Jr. watched his father die for providing for his loved ones. Richard Jr.'s life had gotten a lost worse afterwords. He was always bullied at Elementary and Middle School by all the popular kids for his family not being rich and famous (it's a social status thing). Until one day, the kids apologized to Richard and asked him to be their friend. One week later, Richard was invited to join a club with the popular kids. Richard's mom saved up enough money to buy Richard a fancy suit and bow-tie for his initiation. Later that night, as he entered the clubhouse, the popular kids reveal that they only pretended to be his friends just so they could humiliate and beat him up. One of the kids even gave Richard a black eye. He escaped while the other kids mocked him and teased him in the rain. Richard lost the only happiness he had ever had in a long time. Richard sat in the rain crying, waiting for his mom to come pick him up. From that day forth, Richard swore that he was never going to be pushed around again. He vowed that one day, he would be the one on top and in charge of the city that wronged him. In his 20's, Richard began to build his fortune and start a company. Richard had become a billionaire and businessman. However, this was just a cover to hide his true line of work. Richard started a criminal empire called the Masquerade Mafia, known for always wearing masks when committing crime. Richard went under the alias "The Red King," a mysterious kingpin bent on ruling the entire city. Richard became one of the biggest crime bosses in the criminal underworld. Nothing would stop him from claiming Los Santos as his own.

​

• Personality: Richard is a broken man. Only knowing anger and sadness. After his traumatizing life as a child, Richard became severely depressed. Even becoming an alcoholic. To the public, he is an average billionaire playboy who threw and went to parties, drank, and so on. As the Red King, he was a cruel, remorseless tyrant bent on taking over the city and getting revenge on everyone who wronged him. Despite his thuggish tendencies and tyrannical nature, Richard is not completely heartless. Although he is a ruthless mob boss, Richard had a moral code. Richard would never do drugs (even though he deals drugs from time to time), he will never kill anyone unless necessary, he will never murder children or their parents as they remind him of himself when he was younger, believing them to have it lucky. Richard also despises abuse of any kind (Animal abuse, Child abuse, Domestic abuse, etc.) Richard is also disgusted by rape, pedophilia, sex and human trafficking, etc. Richard is still capable of love and kindness. This is proven as he treats his wife like a queen and loves her with all his heart (even hoping to have a child with her one day). Richard is also a kind boss towards his employees and his goons. Richard is also extremely intelligent and incredibly strategic, carefully planning his heists and orchestrating missions to steal the things needed to prepare for the heists.

​

• Appearance:

1. As himself: Caucasian, well built ans semi muscular, no facial hair, brown eyes, black faux hawk haircut, gray suit vest, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.
2. As the Red King: Deadeye Warrior Mask (with built in voice changer), black suit vest, red wool coat, black gloves, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.

• Crimes: Murder, Racketeering, Organized crime, Torture, Terrorism, Theft, Destruction of public property, Arson, Drug dealing, Weapons dealing, Blackmail, Mutilation, Incrimination, Con artistry, Smuggling, Vandalism, Robbery, Money laundering, Conspiracy, Fraud, Grand Theft Auto (Get it? Lol).

​

• Type of Character: Tragic Crime Lord/Villainous Protagonist.

This is not an official character in the GTA franchise, but I figured I could pitch an idea for an anti-villain/villainous protagonist. In the future, I plan to make a GTA web series with this man as the main protagonist. Richard would also be the main protagonist of all of the heists (Fleeca Job, Prison Break, Humane Labs Raid, Series A Funding, Pacific Standard Job, Doomsday Heist, Diamond Casino, Diamond Casino Heist, A Superyacht Life, and Cayo Perico Heist).
Richard Valentino (aka The Red King), successful businessman, founder and CEO of Valentino Enterprises, founder and leader of the Masquerade Mafia. He is a notorious crime lord bent on ruling all of Los Santos and immortalize his name as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history. Despite his villainous occupation, he has a tragic backstory which revolves around his motives. Due to his tragic backstory, he is a very sympathetic character.
​
Richard Valentino/The Red King

• Goals:

1. Rule the entire city of Los Santos.
2. Become immortal by being forever remembered as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history.
3. Get revenge on everyone who treated him horribly in the past.

​

• History: Richard Anthony Valentino Jr. in an American male of Italian ancestry. When he was a child, Richard lived with his mother and father. The family loved each other very much. However, his father Richard Valentino Sr., was facing financial problems and worried he wouldn't be able to provide for his family. So Richard Sr. turned to crime in order to support his son. He went from smuggling to robbing banks. Until he was finally arrested for his crimes. Richard Sr. was sentenced to death by the electric chair. As he saw his wife and son looking back at him one last time, his last words were "I love you both." Richard Jr. watched his father die for providing for his loved ones. Richard Jr.'s life had gotten a lost worse afterwords. He was always bullied at Elementary and Middle School by all the popular kids for his family not being rich and famous (it's a social status thing). Until one day, the kids apologized to Richard and asked him to be their friend. One week later, Richard was invited to join a club with the popular kids. Richard's mom saved up enough money to buy Richard a fancy suit and bow-tie for his initiation. Later that night, as he entered the clubhouse, the popular kids reveal that they only pretended to be his friends just so they could humiliate and beat him up. One of the kids even gave Richard a black eye. He escaped while the other kids mocked him and teased him in the rain. Richard lost the only happiness he had ever had in a long time. Richard sat in the rain crying, waiting for his mom to come pick him up. From that day forth, Richard swore that he was never going to be pushed around again. He vowed that one day, he would be the one on top and in charge of the city that wronged him. In his 20's, Richard began to build his fortune and start a company. Richard had become a billionaire and businessman. However, this was just a cover to hide his true line of work. Richard started a criminal empire called the Masquerade Mafia, known for always wearing masks when committing crime. Richard went under the alias "The Red King," a mysterious kingpin bent on ruling the entire city. Richard became one of the biggest crime bosses in the criminal underworld. Nothing would stop him from claiming Los Santos as his own.

​

• Personality: Richard is a broken man. Only knowing anger and sadness. After his traumatizing life as a child, Richard became severely depressed. Even becoming an alcoholic. To the public, he is an average billionaire playboy who threw and went to parties, drank, and so on. As the Red King, he was a cruel, remorseless tyrant bent on taking over the city and getting revenge on everyone who wronged him. Despite his thuggish tendencies and tyrannical nature, Richard is not completely heartless. Although he is a ruthless mob boss, Richard had a moral code. Richard would never do drugs (even though he deals drugs from time to time), he will never kill anyone unless necessary, he will never murder children or their parents as they remind him of himself when he was younger, believing them to have it lucky. Richard also despises abuse of any kind (Animal abuse, Child abuse, Domestic abuse, etc.) Richard is also disgusted by rape, pedophilia, sex and human trafficking, etc. Richard is still capable of love and kindness. This is proven as he treats his wife like a queen and loves her with all his heart (even hoping to have a child with her one day). Richard is also a kind boss towards his employees and his goons. Richard is also extremely intelligent and incredibly strategic, carefully planning his heists and orchestrating missions to steal the things needed to prepare for the heists.

​

• Appearance:

1. As himself: Caucasian, well built ans semi muscular, no facial hair, brown eyes, black faux hawk haircut, gray suit vest, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.
2. As the Red King: Deadeye Warrior Mask (with built in voice changer), black suit vest, red wool coat, black gloves, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.

​

• Crimes: Murder, Racketeering, Organized crime, Torture, Terrorism, Theft, Destruction of public property, Arson, Drug dealing, Weapons dealing, Blackmail, Mutilation, Incrimination, Con artistry, Smuggling, Vandalism, Robbery, Money laundering, Conspiracy, Fraud, Grand Theft Auto (Get it? Lol).

​

• Type of Character: Tragic Crime Lord/Villainous Protagonist.

Richard Valentino (aka The Red King), successful businessman, founder and CEO of Valentino Enterprises, founder and leader of the Masquerade Mafia. He is a notorious crime lord bent on ruling all of Los Santos and immortalize his name as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history. Despite his villainous occupation, he has a tragic backstory which revolves around his motives. Making him a rather sympathetic character unlike most GTA characters.
In the future, I plan to make a GTA web series with this man as the main (villainous) protagonist. Richard would also be the main protagonist of all of the heists (Fleeca Job, Prison Break, Humane Labs Raid, Series A Funding, Pacific Standard Job, Doomsday Heist, Diamond Casino, Diamond Casino Heist, A Superyacht Life, and Cayo Perico Heist).
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Richard Valentino/The Red King

• Goals:

1. Rule the entire city of Los Santos.
2. Become immortal by being forever remembered as the greatest criminal mastermind in American history.
3. Get revenge on everyone who treated him horribly in the past.

​

• History: Richard Anthony Valentino Jr. in an American male of Italian ancestry. When he was a child, Richard lived with his mother and father. The family loved each other very much. However, his father Richard Valentino Sr., was facing financial problems and worried he wouldn't be able to provide for his family. So Richard Sr. turned to crime in order to support his son. He went from smuggling to robbing banks. Until he was finally arrested for his crimes. Richard Sr. was sentenced to death by the electric chair. As he saw his wife and son looking back at him one last time, his last words were "I love you both." Richard Jr. watched his father die for providing for his loved ones. Richard Jr.'s life had gotten a lost worse afterwords. He was always bullied at Elementary and Middle School by all the popular kids for his family not being rich and famous (it's a social status thing). Until one day, the kids apologized to Richard and asked him to be their friend. One week later, Richard was invited to join a club with the popular kids. Richard's mom saved up enough money to buy Richard a fancy suit and bow-tie for his initiation. Later that night, as he entered the clubhouse, the popular kids reveal that they only pretended to be his friends just so they could humiliate and beat him up. One of the kids even gave Richard a black eye. He escaped while the other kids mocked him and teased him in the rain. Richard lost the only happiness he had ever had in a long time. Richard sat in the rain crying, waiting for his mom to come pick him up. From that day forth, Richard swore that he was never going to be pushed around again. He vowed that one day, he would be the one on top and in charge of the city that wronged him. In his 20's, Richard began to build his fortune and start a company. Richard had become a billionaire and businessman. However, this was just a cover to hide his true line of work. Richard started a criminal empire called the Masquerade Mafia, known for always wearing masks when committing crime. Richard went under the alias "The Red King," a mysterious kingpin bent on ruling the entire city. Richard became one of the biggest crime bosses in the criminal underworld. Nothing would stop him from claiming Los Santos as his own.

​

• Personality: Richard is a broken man. Only knowing anger and sadness. After his traumatizing life as a child, Richard became severely depressed. Even becoming an alcoholic. To the public, he is an average billionaire playboy who threw and went to parties, drank, and so on. As the Red King, he was a cruel, remorseless tyrant bent on taking over the city and getting revenge on everyone who wronged him. Despite his thuggish tendencies and tyrannical nature, Richard is not completely heartless. Although he is a ruthless mob boss, Richard had a moral code. Richard would never do drugs (even though he deals drugs from time to time), he will never kill anyone unless necessary, he will never murder children or their parents as they remind him of himself when he was younger, believing them to have it lucky. Richard also despises abuse of any kind (Animal abuse, Child abuse, Domestic abuse, etc.) Richard is also disgusted by rape, pedophilia, sex and human trafficking, etc. Richard is still capable of love and kindness. This is proven as he treats his wife like a queen and loves her with all his heart (even hoping to have a child with her one day). Richard is also a kind boss towards his employees and his goons. Richard is also extremely intelligent and incredibly strategic, carefully planning his heists and orchestrating missions to steal the things needed to prepare for the heists.

​

• Appearance:

1. As himself: Caucasian, well built ans semi muscular, no facial hair, brown eyes, black faux hawk haircut, gray suit vest, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.
2. As the Red King: Deadeye Warrior Mask (with built in voice changer), black suit vest, red wool coat, black gloves, black scruffy suit pants, and all black canvas shoes.

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• Crimes: Murder, Racketeering, Organized crime, Torture, Terrorism, Theft, Destruction of public property, Arson, Drug dealing, Weapons dealing, Blackmail, Mutilation, Incrimination, Con artistry, Smuggling, Vandalism, Robbery, Money laundering, Conspiracy, Fraud, Grand Theft Auto (Get it? Lol).

My day was already off to a bad start at 4pm when I ran out of heroin. Dan, my dealer, wasn’t answering texts or calls which was actually pretty unusual for him as opposed to many heroin dealers. He was a single dad with 2 kids and was always hustling to take care of them. Also he wasn’t addicted to heroin. That probably helped. Usually when he didn’t answer it meant his younger one had pooped his pants or stuck a bead up his nose. He always got back to me before I got *really* sick.
Today was different. I was getting *really* sick and I hadn’t even got a “yo sorry shane stuck a bead up his nose im at the hospital” text. I needed to get down to Mike D on the corner by the laundromat before I vomited. It was only a 5 minute walk.
I vomited after 2 ½ minutes, into a storm drain, next to a cat that was clearly unimpressed. As soon as my stomach was empty I was stumbling forward shakily again. When I got to the corner and I didn’t see Mike D I almost vomited again but there was someone standing in his spot and based on his jacket and posture I figured that this wasn’t a hostile takeover and Mike D had just gotten arrested. I was probably safe.
I walked over. Before I could say anything he gave me a wide smile with a slightly below average number of teeth and chortled a jovial “You look like shit. Need to get well?”
“Yeah,” I shivered. It was 25ºC (77ºF) and I was freezing. I was sweating profusely and yet freezing cold. My nose was running. I was clutching my flannel to my breasts to keep warm. I realized I did look like shit. Most women would probably be offended if someone said that to them but in my case it was true and I’d rather someone tell me the truth than lie and say I look fine with vomit on my shirt. Equality cuts both ways. Besides he was going to sell me heroin.
I pulled out a crinkled 20 and handed it to him and he handed me two bags. “You wanna try something special too?” I just blinked, nonplussed. “It’s brand new; called demon dust, like angel dust but even crazier.” I’ve smoked dust before. It’s fucking weird and awesome but right now I just needed to get back to my house and get well. I didn’t care to traverse the frontier of brand new research chemicals. Then he said the magic words: “First one’s free.” His voice went up and octave and pulled the word “free” out like taffy.
“Sure dude. Just lemme go before—” I vomited up the small amount of bile left in my stomach.
“Of course!” In an instant he whipped out a 1010 baggie filled generously with a flaky black powder and politely dropped it into my breast pocket without touching my breast. I rushed home as fast as I could.
The corner boys usually sold trash tar but these days trash tar was more likely to be cut with fentanyl and far too potent instead of the watered down trash I used to get in the mid 00s so no matter how sick I was I always did a half shot when I got new gear to test it out. That’s the weirdest part about being an addict, the push and pull of the death wish and survival instinct.
I cooked the first bag in my designated drug cooking spoon. I liked it because it had months worth of residue of all sorts of drugs so I would get a little blast of meth and K with every shot of H and a little H with every shot of K or meth. I was shivering violently as I drew the syringe but I was good at this part. I held my breath like a sniper and registered and shot in one clean motion.
Fuck that was good gear. Super clean. No fent. No trash. They say it’s never like the first time but that’s not true. There I was again in that perfectly self contained, perfect circle of self satisfaction. That’s heroin. Perfection that leads nowhere but back to itself.
When the initial nod was wearing off Dan still hadn’t messaged me back so I figured I’d try the demon dust while the dope still had legs. Now for anyone who isn’t a degenerate drug addict, PCP is frequently dissolved in liquid then soaked into mint leaves and dried. The result is something that looks like black tea leaves and smells like Sharpies. This looked no different.
I rolled it up with some tobacco, because I didn’t have the money for weed, and sparked it. After a few hits I felt a familiar space expanding in my head as the world began to slow down. My television began to sparkle around the edges as pixels forming Randy Marsh’s face drifted away on their own like stardust.
About halfway through the thing I heard a voice start talking to me. It sounded really far away and at first I couldn’t hear it but it got closer and closer, and one of the specs of light coming off the TV started getting bigger and bigger until both the voice and the spec popped into full view as a 6 legged goat with black hair and red eyes and the voice of an exasperated Jewish dentist. In fact he sounded a lot like my uncle Yoni who was in fact an exasperated Jewish dentist.
“...bullshit y’know? Third time this week I’ve been called in… I don’t care what the records say! This is the third time. Tell Caorthannach if she doesn’t sign off my overtime I’m going back to Satan Inc… It’s not just the hours! They have dental!... Yeah fuck you too. Buh bye.” I didn’t see him holding a phone but his eyes snapped up to me the way anyone’s would when they end a shitty phone call. “I’m sorry about that. It has nothing to do with you. We’ll do this right. No. Don’t let anyone say I don’t do my job! Which is why I should get paid! Sorry. Where were we?”
“I have no fucking idea,” I said honestly.
“Right. So you summoned me when you broke into the mausoleum and stole the rubies. Now I own your soul for eternity and can return at any time to seize your body to act upon the world as I wish.”
“Rubies? The fuck?”
“The rubies from the mausoleum! The mausoleum of the coming antichrist labeled “Jeff” in the cemetery down by the river! If I’m here you must have stolen them.”
“Man, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t rob any graves. I just smoked a lot of PCP.”
“What?” It was his turn to be confused.
“I’ve never been to whatever fucking cemetary you’re talking about. I bought some dope. The dude threw in some demon dust for free—”
“Demon dust? Oh those motherfuckers! Hold on.”
The goat turned away and stared off into space, presumably on his demon phone. “Get me Caorthannach right now!... No you may not take a message… Caorthannach! You released the demon dust and I’m not getting overtime! Give me one reason not to… Uh huh... Yeah... Well of course I’ll do it for points on the backend! Why didn’t you say so?... No, I understand why I can’t have the title. It’s safer to have it in the books not on the plaque… Thank you so much Caorthannach. I’m sorry for yelling. And tell Jennifer I’m sorry too... Yeah. Buh bye.”
The goat turned back to me. “They gave me points! I thought they’d never! Great. What’s your name again?”
“Alice,” I said calmly. I was high enough that I could not take the goat seriously even if I believed him to be real.
“Perfect. I’m Xaphan. Let’s see. I set fire to Heaven. I’m going to possess you. We’re going to burn stuff down on Earth— That’s about all you need to know. Let’s do this.” And with that my body became the host for a demon from hell. The first thing I did was finish smoking that PCP.
“Great,” I heard Xaphan say from inside my head. “Let’s start with your sister’s house.” It was a horrible feeling being transported to my sister’s house through a 2 wormholes and the bowels of hell but it was an even worse feeling rising from an unmarked grave in the dead of night, going to the nearest gas station, breaking the clerk’s neck, walking out with one of those red containers full of gasoline and a Zippo lighter, and walking to my sister’s door, all completely powerless to stop myself. I was watching a movie from the perspective of a body that was no longer mine. I knew everything Xaphan planned on doing and I would be forced to watch it happen.
Katy had this lovely wrap around porch with old wicker chairs, incandescent bulbs in cast iron lanterns, and a faded paisley carpet in the back that simultaneously didn’t belong and also tied the place together in a very inviting way. I poured gasoline on the whole damn thing.
My brain screamed inwards. “Please don’t. She’s in there with her fucking kid man.”
“And a very cute puppy that the kid wants to name Sparkles or Sprinkles but can’t decide. I’m aware. They’re all assholes. Fuck ‘em.”
“They didn’t do anything to you man!”
“I don’t give a fuck! I’m a demon! I set fire to fucking Heaven! I even destroyed Holy Insurance HQ so God couldn’t get reimbursed for damages! Let’s torch this bitch!” And we did. Xaphan hid me in the hedgerow across the street and made me watch Katy’s house burn and burn until the fire department showed up just a little bit too late. I could already hear the screaming coming from Bailey’s room.
Next was the homeless shelter, then a nursing home, then a car dealership, an Urban Outfitters, two houses of people I had never met, a Motel 6 that I happened to know ran an illegal casino in the basement on Tuesday nights that didn’t have liquor but would serve you GHB in Pepsi if you greased the right palms, and then a fucking children’s hospital.
I’ve never heard a noise like a 6 story building full of children all screaming and crying for help as their skin and flesh were scorched, charred, caramelized, and broiled. I could hear sirens roaring in the distance but it seemed like they could never arrive fast enough. Every building we burned they arrived as the first poor fools were jumping from windows hoping that broken legs would save them from the inferno.
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I woke up on my bathroom floor, in a puddle of vomit even though I was right next to the toilet. Damn that demon dust was some wild shit. I had a text message from Dan, “yo i got stuck in an elevator with no service i can be there in an hour.”
I flipped on the TV while I waited. It was tuned to the news which was weird because I never watched the fucking news. It was local news. The reporter had that special tone that comes from trying to report horrible news with poise and good diction. “A series of arsons terrorized the town last night, affecting dozens of homes, several businesses, and Lady Mercy Children’s Hospital. Many escaped the blazes but 15 have been confirmed dead across town, and at least 73 more were injured.”
I couldn’t understand. It couldn’t be. My phone was ringing. It was my mom. She was crying. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t hear anything past the cacophony of surreality. I didn’t need to. I hung up.