[ WP ] You are an NPC in the GrandTheftAuto universe . Describe a normal day in your life .

The hardest part is pretending you do n't notice. 
 
 The sun is already racing across the sky, it's 6 am. Explosions echo softly in the distance. But nobody flinches, because nobody notices. 
 
 But I do, I just do n't say anything. 
 
 I try and pretend I do n't see the death and destruction. And I've written letters, plenty, to the city asking if there is anything we can do about the constant struggle between existing and trying to survive the mayhem. 
 Nobody has gotten back, but I'm still waiting. The mailman was killed twice last week, I'm sure that letter explaining the horrible day to day atrocities and what's going to be done about it is still on its way. 
 
 By noon I'm at work, it's lunch, I'm looking out the window of one of the high rise buildings, eating a sandwich, going over reports, they're due by this weekend, and between trying to get home alive and getting this done on time, I do n't know which one I want more. 
 
 I work in downtown Los Santos. Oh, and it's about that time again. A passenger plane flying in the distance, Boeing 747, I used to want to fly them as a kid. The massive plane is making it's way towards me, and it's target is the building. How do I know? It's the twelfth one today to run itself into the building. The plane is the only thing that is ever destroyed, the building, never a scratch. And the people? Nobody notices, nobody ever notices. 
 
 The evening is rolling around, I'm enjoying the lush colorful skies by the beach as I try and relax in the dying rays from the evening sun, going over the day, and what tomorrow might have for me. But now, screaming. I turn to see a car with blood and bodies decorating the hood, the driver inside with three others, I can hear laughter. They always laugh. They never stop, they just keep going, trying to hit as many people as they possibly can. As soon as he's gone, the damage is left behind, nobody cares, nobody notices, and everyone just moves along like nothing happened. 
 
 The day feels like only couple hours past, and it's over. I sit alone in my kitchen, eating pizza. I clean up, and lay in bed, listening to the evening ambiance: Gun shots, screaming, sirens, more sirens, helicopters, more screaming, laughter, helicopters, more sirens, then silence. ( For now. ) I look at my watch, the seconds fly by as it's already eleven. I'll try to close my eyes, and drown out the noises, trying to sleep. 
 
 I often wonder how long everyone who lives here is going to pretend and not notice the daily carnage, the daily murder, the daily sirens, the daily crashing, the daily hell that visits this beautiful city. Peace will come back, I'm sure of it. `` Practice patience'' my dad always told me. 
 
 So until then, I'll wait, patiently. 

