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[PLACEHOLDER, COMING SOON] Luke "Kut" Karr & how San Andreas(eventually)consumed his soul. 2003, Vice City The Beginning The Turning Point Under the beautiful, sunshine sky of Vice City, Leonida, a nonchalant day unfolded much like any other. In a worn-down neighborhood, the Karr family, chasing their version of the American Dream, went about their routines. To Luke Karr and his cousin Adam Fitzgerald, it was just life as they knew it. But today, our focus shifts to Luke, the younger cousin, as he embarks on a pivotal morning at the tender age of five, setting the stage for the beginning of his story... In the quiet corners of the classroom, Luke Karr blended into the background effortlessly. With his pale complexion and diminutive stature, he hardly stood out among his peers. Yet, despite his unassuming nature, there was a resilience within him, nurtured by years of sheltering from his cousin Adam's overprotective nature and his father's imposing presence in the community. The start of kindergarten held a glimmer of hope for Luke, a chance to break free from his isolated existence and forge connections. But reality soon crushed his optimism when recess unleashed a swarm of children onto the playground, among them Lucas Russo, a product of privilege and entitlement. From the outset, it was evident that Luke and Lucas were destined for conflict. Lucas, emboldened by his family's reputation and wealth, wasted no time in targeting Luke with taunts and physical aggression. Over the ensuing months, Luke endured a barrage of shoves, pushes, and relentless harassment at the hands of his tormentor. Yet, much like he endured his father's wrath at home, Luke simply endured, silently bearing the burden of his torment. But one fateful day... Amidst the lively lunchtime chatter, Luke found a fleeting moment of contentment. Surrounded by friends and family, he savored the warmth of companionship, basking in the simple pleasure of shared laughter. However, tranquility swiftly evaporated as a spiteful whisper pierced the air nearby. The words, laced with malice, struck Luke like a blow to the gut. "They're mom stands on corners," the voice jeered, a callous dig at their family's struggles. Instantly, Luke felt a surge of anger coursing through him, his cheeks flushing crimson with indignation. His hands clenched into tight fists, fingers digging into the flimsy plastic plate before him. Glancing up at his cousin Adam, Luke's gaze burned with defiance. "He's talking about Mom, dude!" Luke's voice quivered with a mix of anger and hurt, the weight of his emotions heavy in the air. In that moment, Adam understood the gravity of the situation, his own expression hardening with resolve. "Fuckin' deal with him then, little cousin." Adam spoke with conviction, a vow passing between them. With a deep breath, Luke steeled himself for what lay ahead, his cousin by his side. Together, they would confront the bully who dared to target their family, as the plastic plate being held in his hand cracked in half down the middle. As the words struck Luke like a lightning bolt, a switch flipped inside him, a primal instinct awakening from deep within. In that pivotal moment, he refused to be a victim any longer. Rising to his feet with a determination that echoed the resolve of his father and cousin Adam, Luke's gaze hardened with steely resolve. Without hesitation, Luke lunged across the lunch table, his movements fueled by a potent mix of rage and desperation. With a primal roar, he pounced upon Lucas, the shards of plastic gripped tightly in his hands. The air filled with the sickening sound of plastic tearing through flesh as Luke unleashed a flurry of frenzied blows upon his tormentor. Again and again, the makeshift weapons punctured Lucas's skin, leaving behind a trail of crimson in their wake. Luke's palms bore the brunt of the assault, the jagged edges of the plastic cutting deep into his flesh with each brutal strike. Yet, fueled by adrenaline and a fierce determination, he pressed on, his senses consumed by the chaos unfolding before him. The cafeteria erupted into chaos as Lucas's blood-curdling screams pierced the air, mingling with the panicked shouts of students and faculty. Amidst the mayhem, Adam sprang into action, pulling Luke away from the grisly scene unfolding before them. With a firm grip on his little cousin's collar, he urged Luke to flee, his voice thick with urgency. "For fuck's sake, Luke, what the fuck?! Run!" Adam's words cut through the tumult, a stark reminder of the danger closing in around them. With a single-minded focus, Luke dropped the bloodied shards of plastic, his legs propelling him forward with a speed born of sheer terror. Through the haze of adrenaline, Luke sprinted through the halls of the school, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of panic. It wasn't long before he burst through the exit doors, stumbling into the waiting arms of Leonida County PD officers, the echoes of chaos still ringing in his ears... Inevitably apprehended, the choice Luke had just made sent ripples through his life, triggering a chain reaction with repercussions he couldn't have foreseen. Yet, despite the weight of his actions, Luke pressed forward without regret. In his young, muddled mind, he believed his actions were honorable, a desperate response to relentless torment. What followed were a series of trials, courtroom appearances, and countless state-mandated psychiatric sessions. But amidst it all, Luke knew one thing for certain: he wasn't crazy or sick. He was simply tired of being pushed around. Raised in a tough environment, he had become a violent product of his surroundings, a reality starkly illuminated by this singular incident. Scared and disoriented, Luke found himself thrust into the unfamiliar territory of the child welfare system. Separated from his cousin Adam and everyone he once knew, he became a casualty of circumstances beyond his control. Each day became a struggle as he navigated through a world that seemed determined to break him. Institutionalized from a young age, Luke's childhood was anything but conventional. Passed from one foster home to another, he became a transient figure in a system ill-equipped to address his needs. It wasn't until he landed in a home in the outskirts of Fort Worth, Texas, that he began to glimpse the possibility of stability. But even amidst the semblance of a new beginning, Luke carried the scars of his past. The memories of Vice City, Leonida, and the tumultuous events that shaped him lingered like ghosts in the corners of his mind. Yet, despite the hardships he faced, there remained a flicker of resilience within him, a spark of humanity amidst the chaos. For Luke Karr, the journey was far from over. As he stood on the threshold of adolescence, he knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges. But armed with the lessons of his past and the determination to carve out a better future, he took his first tentative steps towards redemption, uncertain yet hopeful of what lay ahead.. Twelve Years After For Whom the Bell Tolls The date stamped across the top of the paper read "03/03/16", a significant day for Luke Karr. His hand gripped tightly around a pencil, his fingers tracing over the smooth surface of the paper. This document was his golden ticket, his ticket to freedom. Eighteen years old today, he had been waiting for this moment practically his whole life. No more foster care, no more system breathing down his neck. It was finally time to take control of his own life. His knuckles were bruised and battered from the fights he'd been in the night before, and a stolen bottle of whiskey sat beside the paper as he penned his signature. The occasional sip of liquor provided a bitter-sweet taste as memories flooded his mind. Luke reflected on all the struggles he had endured, from countless arrests to selling and using drugs of every kind. He had stolen, lied, and messed up more times than he cared to count. But now, with his flawed signature marking the top of the paper, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. His life was his own once again. Slipping the paper into a manilla-colored envelope, Luke scrawled "RETURN TO SENDER" across it, addressing it to the Child Protective Services mailroom. With determined steps, he made his way outside, the scorching sun beating down on his tanned skin. His once sandy blonde hair now reached across his broad shoulders, a physical testament to how much he had changed since his days in Leonida. Returning to his motel room, Luke settled back at the coffee table, taking another swig of whiskey before reaching for the pay-as-you-go flip phone resting beside the bottle. With practiced ease, he dialed a number, his thumb tapping out the digits. A familiar name popped up on the screen as he waited for the call to connect: "ROWAN". "Tickets are bought, bro. Me 'n Skitz'll be waitin' at pickup," Luke heard Rowan's voice crackling through the static. A smirk played across Luke's lips as he replied in his raspy voice, "Long time fuckin' coming, dude. See you fuckers soon." The sound of laughter echoed from the other end before the call ended. Luke glanced over at the corner of his room where a 5.11 backpack rested against the end of his bed. It contained everything he owned, along with a beat-up pair of beige Van Hi-Tops. With determination in his eyes, Luke slipped his feet into the sneakers and hoisted the backpack onto his shoulders. Taking one last look around the motel room, Luke's gaze settled on the bright yellow cab waiting outside his window. Luke Karr's journey to Los Santos was a pilgrimage of sorts, a pilgrimage to a new beginning. Leaving behind the dusty streets of Fort Worth, Luke boarded a Greyhound bus after arriving to the station, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his heart heavy with anticipation. As the bus rumbled along the highway, Luke watched the landscape change from the familiar sights of the desert to the sprawling metropolis of Los Santos. The journey was long and arduous, with each passing mile bringing Luke closer to his destination. He spent the hours lost in thought, replaying memories of his past and imagining what lay ahead in the big city. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the horizon as the bus rolled into the bustling city. Stepping off the bus, Luke was greeted by the cacophony of noise that defined Los Santos. The air was thick with the scent of exhaust and the hustle and bustle of city life surrounded him. Luke's heart raced with excitement as he made his way to the long forgotten familiarity of his two cousins. Their faces lit up with joy as they spotted Luke making his way towards them, his weary eyes alight with determination. "Fuck they been feedin' you, dude?" Adam exclaimed, pulling his cousin into a tight embrace. "He's still a small fry, don't gas him up too much" Rowan added, clapping Luke on the back with a laugh. Together, the three cousins embarked on their journey through the streets of Los Santos, navigating the maze of skyscrapers and neon lights with ease. For Luke, this was more than just a new chapter in his life—it was a chance to start fresh, surrounded by the people he loved and the promise of endless opportunities in the City of Dreams.

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