yo, you ever heard bout Project Blue Beam? they say it’s some next-level government shit, real sinister. the plan? to fake an alien invasion or some big ass religious event right here in san andreas, to mess wit our heads and take total control.

they got crazy tech, holograms, satellites that can project huge-ass images in the sky—like fake gods, aliens, whatever they wanna use to freak people out. imagine lookin’ up and seein’ some giant alien mothership or gods talkin’ to you, all fake but real enough to make folks lose their mind.

the goal? make everybody scared, divided, and easy to control. once they got us all in panic mode, they drop new rules, new leaders, maybe even a world government, all while we’re distracted by their fake show.

some say they already started, with weird sky lights and strange sounds in san fierro and other parts of san andreas. people talkin’ bout sudden floods of false info, fake news, and staged events. it’s all part of the Blue Beam plan, keepin’ us blind and chained.

read this or stay dumb.
yo listen up, this plastic rice shit? it real, no joke. they say it come from china, but not just china—right here in san fierro too. them chinese folks got secret spots makin’ fake rice outta plastic and chemicals. it look like rice but it ain’t, it some fake-ass poison.

why they do it? cause growin’ real rice take too long, cost too much. so they just pump out that plastic rice, cheap as hell, and sell it everywhere. people eatin’ that shit gettin’ sick but nobody say nothin, they hushin’ it up real quiet.

i heard if you put that rice on fire, it melt and smell like straight plastic. but stores still sell it like it’s real. some say chinese gangs runnin’ this whole racket in chinatown, makin’ mad money off our backs.

watch what you eat, ‘cause that plastic rice might be in your bowl right now. they watchin’, they want us hooked on that fake shit, slow poisonin’ us without us knowin’.

it ain’t food no more.
they melt plastic, color it, flavor it, sell it in shiny boxes.
burgers, cheese, rice, candy – it’s all fake.

why it don’t rot? why it don’t smell?
'cause it ain’t real.
it’s chemicals and glue.

they feedin us garbage, callin it dinner.
slow poison.
dead inside, full outside.

check the labels. or don’t. they already fed you.