Ivalice
Hastega
I haven't really figured out the story yet. But from what I can gather so far. The drunk driver is someone who has Aspergers and is depressed with his life so he went for a drive and killed David who is a 28 year old investment banker who is a really bad guy and takes everything for grantit and is condemned to spend eternity on earth (hell). Until Chris, who killed David, also is condemned to spend eternity on earth after taking his own life. Chris shows up at the scene of the accident where David goes one night and Chris tells david that he can show him the meaning of life.
Here's what I have so far:
"Watch out!" Ashelia screamed. Ashelia plunged forward into the
passengers side air bag, which opened up just in time to catch her
before she had the chance to stare death in the face. Unfourtanately,
David wasn't as lucky.The two cars collided. David went through the
wind shield like a bottle rocket. He could almost shake hands with
the other driver; who as well was being cannonpulted through his wind
shield. Tiny shards of glass, metal debris and other bodily fluids
filled the night sky.
David awoke just blocks away from the wreckage. "Am I.. am I alive?"
He ran towards the scene of the accident. "Ashelia!" David reached
his wrecked vehicle and reached through the passengers side window
and attempted to grab Ashelia to wake her up. "Ashelia! It's
David!-" David's hands slipped through Ashelia's body like a ghost.
"..What?" David took a step back and examined himself. "I'm.. I'm
dead." Ashelia slowly awoke "..David?" "I'm here Ashelia!" David
replied. "David..?" Ashelia looked over at the drivers side seat
where David had been sitting prior to the accident. "David!" Ashelia
collapsed in tears on top of the blood stained apolstery covered in
shards of glass." "Ashe.." David looked at the other driver, who had
been strewn accross the pavement aside David's vehicle. He began to
get up slowly, grasping the pavement with every bit of strength
inside him.
David was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Since a young age he
had been a good friend of nepitism; which ultimately led him to
working for his father. His father Spencer Olosh who was CEO of TARK investments. One of the largest investment firms in America. David wasn't aware of what a hard day's work
meant, and wasn't interested in discovering the definition. He rarely
looked into the night sky, or painted a picture. He did however
frequent the bars. Preying on girls who were younger than himself.
His father was cut from the same cloth and had been divorced from his
mother since David was a child. The only difference between David and
his father was his father's Cocaine habbit.
"I'm.. sorry." The other driver said, holding onto the drivers side
window of David's car. Ashelia raised her head slowly, and lunged
forward at him with rage "You bastard!" but was unable to reach him
due to a securely strapped seat belt.
Here's what I have so far:
"Watch out!" Ashelia screamed. Ashelia plunged forward into the
passengers side air bag, which opened up just in time to catch her
before she had the chance to stare death in the face. Unfourtanately,
David wasn't as lucky.The two cars collided. David went through the
wind shield like a bottle rocket. He could almost shake hands with
the other driver; who as well was being cannonpulted through his wind
shield. Tiny shards of glass, metal debris and other bodily fluids
filled the night sky.
David awoke just blocks away from the wreckage. "Am I.. am I alive?"
He ran towards the scene of the accident. "Ashelia!" David reached
his wrecked vehicle and reached through the passengers side window
and attempted to grab Ashelia to wake her up. "Ashelia! It's
David!-" David's hands slipped through Ashelia's body like a ghost.
"..What?" David took a step back and examined himself. "I'm.. I'm
dead." Ashelia slowly awoke "..David?" "I'm here Ashelia!" David
replied. "David..?" Ashelia looked over at the drivers side seat
where David had been sitting prior to the accident. "David!" Ashelia
collapsed in tears on top of the blood stained apolstery covered in
shards of glass." "Ashe.." David looked at the other driver, who had
been strewn accross the pavement aside David's vehicle. He began to
get up slowly, grasping the pavement with every bit of strength
inside him.
David was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Since a young age he
had been a good friend of nepitism; which ultimately led him to
working for his father. His father Spencer Olosh who was CEO of TARK investments. One of the largest investment firms in America. David wasn't aware of what a hard day's work
meant, and wasn't interested in discovering the definition. He rarely
looked into the night sky, or painted a picture. He did however
frequent the bars. Preying on girls who were younger than himself.
His father was cut from the same cloth and had been divorced from his
mother since David was a child. The only difference between David and
his father was his father's Cocaine habbit.
"I'm.. sorry." The other driver said, holding onto the drivers side
window of David's car. Ashelia raised her head slowly, and lunged
forward at him with rage "You bastard!" but was unable to reach him
due to a securely strapped seat belt.
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