*¡so-sorry! not was my intention, i really mean it... i just... just lose control of the motorcycle and... an-and...*

After three longs years, three long years where you barely sleep, the notion of sleep was a myth to you, and your vains carry more cafein than blood you finally buy yourbown house.

Oh wait...

why sound like a motorcycle is aproaching and fast without control?

Everything that happen here is on your hands

Enjoy! : p

UPDATE

• Fixed Bad English

• New Intros + blank for custom scenarios