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Transmigracion de un Compositor y Productor: Travis West

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Sinopsis: No soy bueno escribiendo sinopsis. Tyler era uno de los compositores más grandes de la industria musical, hasta que su vida fue yendo cuesta abajo, la discográfica para la que trabajaba, lo estafó, su novia lo engañó y su nombre fue difamado por todos los medios. Pero ese no fue el final de la vida de Tyler. Tyler siempre fue una persona ambiciosa, y aunque este en la miseria, siempre volverá a la cima, pero esta vez de una manera diferente. Crows Of Madness (COM). Tyler se ganó un nombre en el bajo mundo, y logrando crear su organización criminal “COM”, una vez más con poder, y con sed de venganza. Tyler se dispuso a reclamar lo que era suyo y con impuestos. ¿Fue posible? NO, la vida estaba en contra de Tyler, todos los enemigos que se hizo en el bajo mundo, lo llevaron a una vida mucha más caótica de la que ya tenía, viajando a todos lados, y escapando, todo mientras prepara su venganza, a su antigua discográfica y las personas que lo engañaron. ······ Varios años después ······ En un apartamento en ruinas, en los suburbios, se encontraba un hombre de unos 30 años, piel oscura, cabellera blanca. Si alguien prestara atención, vería una pequeña sustancia blanca en sus fosas nasales. El hombre fijo su mirada al techo, sus ojos eran negros y vacíos como el abismo, no había signo de emoción en ellos, simplemente vacíos. *Sigh* “Esta mierda está deliciosa, probablemente una línea más me mataría”. Revolviendo su cabello, el hombre fijo su mirada en una pequeña mesa de cristal, donde había 2 líneas de cocaína perfectamente acomodadas. “Tsk, está muy deliciosa, que sea lo que dios quiera”. Moviendo lentamente su cabeza, sus fosas inhalaron rápidamente una línea, luego la otra, hasta que ya no quedaba nada en la mesa. Tocándose la nariz, por la incomodidad, nuevamente se acomodó en su silla, y fijo su mirada al techo. “¿Por qué simplemente no me suicido?” Murmurando por lo bajo, el hombre se levantó rápidamente de su silla, pero una vez que estuvo de pie, el mundo empezó a dar vueltas, y su visión se oscureció. Fue el final de la vida de Tyler. ************************ AVISO: - Esto puede ser una mierda grande.

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