April 11, 2012 4:39:33 PM EDT
(I'll just restart.) *Walks down a hallway in the airport.* Well well. *Walks to a random man and pickpockets him, taking his passport. Walks to the nearest terminal and boards the plane, not caring where I go. I fall asleap midflight and wake up when we reach cuba. Walks off the plane and notices multiple gaurd checking peoples passports with scanners.* Shit. *Runs, the gaurds in pursiute. Runs outside, steals a car and drives off. While on the highway a police car begins to follow. Drives into the woods to the right and drives until I run out of gas.* Damn it. *Gets out and walks in a random direction, leans on a tree.* Damn, am I cursed?