Post by Richard Stock on Mar 16, 2016 23:35:24 GMT -8
Table of Contents
-Gang Mandatory & Utility Purchases-
-Gang Crew Purchases-
-Gang Territories, Upgrades, & Specialization-
-Gang Mandatory & Utility Purchases-
-Gang Crew Purchases-
-Gang Territories, Upgrades, & Specialization-
The Fresh Meat couldn't contain themselves as we marched past the Magnolia and Golden Road crossroads and began letting out whoops before their betters shut them up. Familiar buildings that cropped around us, our roads, our paths, our homes, disappearing into the foliage of New Tree Park, the concrete turning into soft dirt walkways. One new guy got extra jittery and was about to thrash a passing plant when the boss smacked him over the head. Warned him once. We were going the Rail Roaders' territory, and they were known around these parts for their nighttime ambushes.
Boss had made arrangements to trail them off us. Word was tonight, the Rail Roaders' main force---buncha' shits that love rope whipping and pipping poor, caught bastards in the head when they were down---was off making fires in Kingsland. At least, that was the idea. Our bosses struck a deal. The Kings were gonna be rewarded big at the end of tonight.
Suddenly, the boss holds up his hand and gives us that look. Buncha' us older'n bigger shits had seen that look before and we began to corral the fresher ones behind us, riot shields held high and batons brandished. That's when we saw them stepping between the trees, eviliest bunch of glares being thrown at us. We scowled right back and more when our eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
Fuckers' were were decked out in gold, hazel, brown standing next to the lime green-blacks---Kings' colors next to Rail Roaders.
Oh yeah, I remember that night. Boss roared out the word and we all dropped our gear like it was on fire and shoved plugs into ours ears. Suddenly, the park's loudspeakers were at full blast with noise, like a hundred chalkboards being scratched at with every type of claw imaginable. The Kings' and the Rail Roaders all fell down, some of 'em even starting to bleed at the ear. Our boys had gotten into their radio station, see, y'see and were waiting, y'see.
I was the first to get back up---oh no, no shield for me---double-fisting that pipe and slamming it into the head of the closest shithead next to me. A King.
"S'WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH A 'BLUE STEEL', YOU BACKSTABBING FUCKS!"
Boss gave the gesture and we all broke formation, charging and swinging on their sorry hides.
Boss had made arrangements to trail them off us. Word was tonight, the Rail Roaders' main force---buncha' shits that love rope whipping and pipping poor, caught bastards in the head when they were down---was off making fires in Kingsland. At least, that was the idea. Our bosses struck a deal. The Kings were gonna be rewarded big at the end of tonight.
Suddenly, the boss holds up his hand and gives us that look. Buncha' us older'n bigger shits had seen that look before and we began to corral the fresher ones behind us, riot shields held high and batons brandished. That's when we saw them stepping between the trees, eviliest bunch of glares being thrown at us. We scowled right back and more when our eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
Fuckers' were were decked out in gold, hazel, brown standing next to the lime green-blacks---Kings' colors next to Rail Roaders.
Oh yeah, I remember that night. Boss roared out the word and we all dropped our gear like it was on fire and shoved plugs into ours ears. Suddenly, the park's loudspeakers were at full blast with noise, like a hundred chalkboards being scratched at with every type of claw imaginable. The Kings' and the Rail Roaders all fell down, some of 'em even starting to bleed at the ear. Our boys had gotten into their radio station, see, y'see and were waiting, y'see.
I was the first to get back up---oh no, no shield for me---double-fisting that pipe and slamming it into the head of the closest shithead next to me. A King.
"S'WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH A 'BLUE STEEL', YOU BACKSTABBING FUCKS!"
Boss gave the gesture and we all broke formation, charging and swinging on their sorry hides.
-Austin Quibble, former Blue Steel Gang Member.
