me: *flips to Trevor or Michael*
me: ok you trash hoes time to steal a golf buggy and drive 90mph down the freeway, riddled with bullet holes from the 10 cop cars chasing me
me: *flips to franklin*
me: *spends a half hour meticulously selecting his outfit, making sure he is patched up and healthy, only steals the finest of sports cars, gets him home by 10pm* because you’re worth it

asianofasgard:

Even though I’ve already played the game and I know things work out in the end, it’s still soul-crushing to switch to Michael where he wakes up screaming and pointing a gun at nothing, alone in his big, empty house with photos of happier times with his family strewn on the floor.

Poor Michael. 

(He should have married Trevor.)

https://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/mooneryder/169046270205/tumblr_nw6aemzvB91uvz2ld?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio
http://mooneryder.tumblr.com/post/169046270205/audio_player_iframe/mooneryder/tumblr_nw6aemzvB91uvz2ld?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fmooneryder%2F169046270205%2Ftumblr_nw6aemzvB91uvz2ld

gentleslave:

Remember this trikey moment. (Ending C)