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

"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

It feels right that the first article of the Living Myths series starts with a man who only responds to a letter for a name. And I assure you, dear reader, my mind immediately went to James Bond too. A man trying to put off a persona? Adopting the enigmas that surrounded the British Secret Service? Why would someone do that? Okay, I'm intrigued. I'll listen. Let me set the stage: I had landed in Los Santos a few days prior to meeting Q with the basis of Living Myth formin