Spoiler We're friends on steam. http://steamcommunity.com/id/ViolentMist . I would really love the original FEAR.

It's late. 7pm. Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones steps out of the plane with crusty, tired eyes. He's not feeling well. He knows jetlag is gonna ruin shit. Either way, he knows he's gotta get moving. He moves to the counter to purchase an energy drink, sipping slowly while he waits for the driver that Def Jam sent. A black lincoln towncar pulls up with tinted windows, and a valet with a drawn, tight visage grabs his bags and stashes them in the trunk. He opens the door for Nas and inside....Amy Winehouse. But why? He sidles in and asks her as much. She happily replies, "I asked Def Jam for it. It might not seem that way, but you really are one of the greatest influences on my music".... He accepts the compliment in stride while the driver takes them on a tour of the city. The connection between the two is immediate and palpable, like a lightning strike in the night. Without either of them noticing, a bottle of cherry wine has been opened inn the back and the two begin sharing drinks and stories. She grabs his sleeve impulsively and says she'll show him a night on the town. Nas gives her a one-over, noting her dead speed freak eyes, dry skin, and crooked teeth. He caves. It couldnt hurt right?...Three hours later, its already getting late. a night out on the town. They're both hammered and high on cocaine. The paparazzi have already seen them but they dont give a damn, drunkenly stumbling down main streets in London arm in arm. She invites him to her personal club. They walk in. The lights are down, and Squarepusher is blaring out of the speakers full volume. She starts to grind up on him with her bony frame in time with the music. Nas becomes erect, and they move to her special lounge at the top of the club.It's dark. Nobodys there. They start kissing passionately. Two souls coming together. Pro-black ebony and the whitest of ivory. Its sinful, but it feels so so right. She starts to play with his balls. Nobody's done that since Ms. Rogers.... He's rock hard. He slides it in and starts to hit, watching the tips of her breasts harden with every stroke. The heroin they hit sets in, and a numb itchiness sets in as a rictus grin spreads upon her face. They keep going in different positions for what seems like hours. Finally they slow to a stop, Nas drenched in her sweat with his eyes wide open, chest heaving. Amy gets up and starts rummaging in the lounge closet for something. She walks out with a full strap on attached and a horrible grin on his face. Nas immediately protests and tries to politely turn her down. Before he can, Amy turns him over and enters him from behind. At first he resists... But she's hitting his prostate at the perfect angle. He becomes rock hard, harder than ever before in his life. He's protesting no more. He cant think straight. She bends forward and starts giving him a merciless, rough reach around. "You're a Columbia Records Slave huh? You fucking slut. You're my slave slut now you washed up failure"... Nas can't hold it anymore.. An electricity spreads through his body as he approaches climax, spreading everywhere. They orgasm at the same time, Nas's seed spilling in ghostly torrents all over the sheets... Its not long before they pass out.The festival with Damien the next day was a success. The trip went well. Life is Good.