Blue lights flash against the haze-filled skies of a rusted-out city, a Riot rises. Tonight, dear readers, our Myth is our very own Riot - voice of Riot Radio, and one of the loudest rallying voices in the city of Los Santos. A voice that I've been inclined to listen to closely. I've interviewed folks in similar walks of life as Riot. I've called other friends, too. But Riot is a different caliber. And to be honest with you, dear reader, I've had to restart this article becau

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