September 05 - October 12, 2025
The Reflection in the Loading Bar
“Finally,” Marco whispered, leaning forward. ” Marco whispered
Carl Johnson stood on the corner of Grove Street, but everything felt wrong . The sky was hyper-realistic, casting god-rays through the dense smog. The HUD was a carbon copy of Michael, Franklin, and Trevor’s: a mini-map with neon GPS lines, a health bar that faded to grey, and a small blip indicating his “Special Ability” was full. The Reflection in the Loading Bar “Finally,” Marco