Hello dear readers. It's been a while, hasn't it? I think the title of this Myth is certainly the most fitting for this return of the series, and one I am very proud to bring to you. Many of you may know this individual: they are a myth of their own right long before I even typed or scribbled a note about them. A line of myths, even. But some myths, my dear readers, are best discovered directly. This is one of those situations. I'll be upfront, an agency actually approached

Tonight, let me take you away to a place far from Los Santos for a brief moment, dear reader. This myth starts soft and quiet, in a place that hums with a presence that you can only find in quiet spaces of sanctuaries — the energy of a cathedral made of trees. If you have not had the pleasure to travel through the Appalachian mountains, dear reader, you are missing out on a wonder of the world. Our next Myth hails from these hills - covered in morning mists, valleys deep and

"So, he just sent me a photo of him in the PD. He broke into it." That was the introduction I got to this man, and that set the tone from the start. I thought that would be the end of this rather brash intro… Oh. I was so wrong. Considering it was our first Living Myth, Q, that made the introduction, reader, you think I would've known better. I need you, dear reader, to imagine in your mind of a wild man without a damn for the world or its imposed rules; add in some sunglasse