Travels throughout Liberty City
Aboard the Platypus, I once overheard someone say that in Liberty City, “Rise with the sun to start each day with a smile” – I must be missing something because I’m not so sure what there is to be happy about.
When your cousin asks you to buy adult diapers, you know that you are on the wrong path like everybody else in this city.
You have to stay sharp to survive in Liberty City.
Vlad was right about thing: this city is always trying to run you down. Perhaps fighting to the top is the only way to survive.
My people believe in a dark, wet creature covered with hair – they call him Veles, the god of the earth, the water, the forests and the underworld. I do not believe in him, but if he did exist then probably he would have grown up in Bohan – a concrete swamp filled with drug dealers, thieves, prostitutes, and beggars. It is a living hell.
Roman keeps telling me to explore the city, so today I took another look around Bohan whilst taking care of some of the city’s pigeon problem. Bohan is a crazy and dangerous place, but at least the exercise did me some good.
Apparently, some of the Americans do these acrobatics called ‘parkour’ to get to the top, the bottom, pretty much anywhere. Broker is more like an assault course than a playground, but perhaps it will get me out of difficult situations.
Before arriving in Liberty City, Roman told me it was “the land of opportunity”. But since I arrive, I find a city of good, bad and ugly.
Give Me Liberty 