@jack_: yeah had hopped to get in before things started but then we were working on posts and posting within minutes of eachother. Probably will just have her get distracted or wait till someone replies. You go get your ass kicked by Shogun ;) I'll find something else to do in the meantime lol
It's roar is like thunder the streets tremble beneath the beasts ferocity. And citizens of Gothic know this sound. Well not this sound specifically but the roar of a monster outs automobile was a calling card of one particular gang. They didn't do it so much for the money or fame but for the anarchy. The jesters of hell, the wild jokers, the vehicular manslaughter loving clowns of Gothic. Led by the Helliquin the Spitfire Desiray Divanova.
Rounding the corner before Conti tower was a garbage truck turned beast. It's paint scheme loud with a lot of neon paint. Blue LED lights on the bottom lit the asphalt. It's tires had a blade of crude design threatening to rip apart what came near. The front was encompassed in a bull dozer head stained in places by crimson splatter. With a ear piercing screech the machine drifted to be facing backwards before it continued to drive. The doors oppened and the reveal was not trash but a trio of similar guns as the gunmen. Coincidence really Destiny didn't know someone would be packing such heat she just wanted the Death Dumbster as armored and heavy gunned as possible. Most of the space behind the turrets was filled with ammo it wasn't limitless but it wasn't lacking either.
"Fck that noise make it painful darlin! And you sir the only one flooding the streets with shells should be me damn it!" Behind the turrets stood the red black and blonde automotive automatic anarchist. The truck sped up to a hundred miles per hour surprising for it's bulk. And the turrets lit up with hundreds of bullets being put down range in seconds. She wanted to grind the gunner apart before squishing him under heavy treaded tires.
Death comes in many flavors just hope those ye loved got a better one. Ms Glock the kitty was taken out by a bus chasing a rabbit I know she died doing what she loves. Chasing tail
"Hand over that car and you are hired!" The automotive anarchist remarked in radiant aproval. "I kid I wouldn't dare take such a pretty ride over an interview. I'll save ya some time. Ignore the pyro, pop sickle, strange chick, biker chick, ninja brat, angsty idiot and talk to the musician dude." Des remarked pointing at Maniac. "Or talk to the crazy chick because god only knows how bored I am." With that she looked back at the biker.
"Admirable customization is always favored over market. We'd rather not kill if we don't have to. Well for the most part me I don't mind. It's not so much the bodies though as the sound of an engine roaring as machine guns go barking. I remember a time when a boyfriend stole my cat so I did a drifting drive by on his house. Was so cool. In hindsight maybe a bad call as it endangered my cat. Turns out though Ms Glock just ran away from home to chase a bunny though so all is well."
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