[ooc] Whoo. I'm getting there. I don't think I'll get POVs done for all the playable charachters, but enough to make a story out of them so far. The immortals and Doom Riders I just don't get, but honestly don't really care anways. I've been on a bit of a writing spree, so I decided to finally finish this.[/ooc]
Hey you dumb midget! Watch where you're going! People are trying to skate here! That's what all the ramps and poles and stuff are for, you knuckle head.
I was doing really well until you crashed into me too. I was on 543 consecutive tricks, and you had to ruin it you little fly!
So come on, short stuff. You'd better have a damn good reason for interrupting me, because if you don't I'm gonna tag you all the way down to the bone!
You wanna talk to me? Now why'd you want to go and do something like that, unless you're as bored as I am, in which case why don't you see how many tricks you can do skating in circles around the garage, driving everyone else nuts. Everyone's gotta get their kicks somewhere, don't they?
For me, it's keeping active. It's doing things. I just got so much energy I gotta get it out of my system somehow and do stuff, otherwise I'd get so damn bored.
You know what's really fun? Racing cars. You skate along a road and then swerve in front of them, when they hit on the breaks ya just climb on top, and wait for them to get moving again. Faster than skating, and it's a real thrill.
The looks you get from people walking by, or the rest of the gang skating past. The looks of shock or surprise or the realisation that it is possible and that I'm doing it. It's cool, and mildly entertaining.
The only trick is not to fall off, which can get tricky depending how fast the car goes.
That, and to pick the car that's going to stop for you. You don't want to get hit by a car like Clutch did. No sir-ee. You bust up your leg and you're out of business. If it doesn't kill you, it might cripple you.
At best you'll be laid up for a couple of months, bored as hell.
Not that hell would necessarily be boring. I imagine hell would be quite interesting, or would be if I believed in it. I happen to be atheist. I've never been to church.
Heck, I never even seen a church. Or a mosque. Or anything like that. The more religious thing I've seen is a x-mas tree, and there's nothing remarkable about that.
Maybe I should see if I can find one. It would be something to do. Heck, it might even be interesting.
Probably would need a good coat of paint though. And they probably wouldn't let me wear skates inside the building, but it's an idea.
You'd think that in this day and age there's be heaps of stuff I could do. Dad always said get a job. But I don't wanna. The way I see it, you got two choices. You can either be good and do exactly what society wants you to do.
Or not.
You can do jack shit and live off the dole, you can deal drugs you can put on skates and go around looking out for wet concrete.
There's two sides to every coin. That's what they say, and it's been scientifically proven correct. However, at the same time it has philosophically been proven false as a 'side' is a purely human illusion.
Whether you're a philosopher or a scientist, the streets have two sides. There's the normal side, with law and police millions of people being normal. Not to mention boring.
Then there's the other side. Our side. My side. The wild side, the side kids dream off. No law, but heaps of rules. No police, but rivals all the time. Neither side is easy, but this side is much more interesting.
This is the side they make games about.
I can't say that one side is good and one side is bad. I might be wrong in my judgement, or you might disagree with me. Who has the right to say what's good and bad? Who has the right to say who has the right to say? Everyone has the right to ask, but who's got the qualifications to give the answer?
It's a lot to work out, but it's worth it. It makes everything work for you.
Figure it all out, and the world is your oyster. You know oysters get eaten alive?
Just don't choke of the pearl.
Hey you dumb midget! Watch where you're going! People are trying to skate here! That's what all the ramps and poles and stuff are for, you knuckle head.
I was doing really well until you crashed into me too. I was on 543 consecutive tricks, and you had to ruin it you little fly!
So come on, short stuff. You'd better have a damn good reason for interrupting me, because if you don't I'm gonna tag you all the way down to the bone!
You wanna talk to me? Now why'd you want to go and do something like that, unless you're as bored as I am, in which case why don't you see how many tricks you can do skating in circles around the garage, driving everyone else nuts. Everyone's gotta get their kicks somewhere, don't they?
For me, it's keeping active. It's doing things. I just got so much energy I gotta get it out of my system somehow and do stuff, otherwise I'd get so damn bored.
You know what's really fun? Racing cars. You skate along a road and then swerve in front of them, when they hit on the breaks ya just climb on top, and wait for them to get moving again. Faster than skating, and it's a real thrill.
The looks you get from people walking by, or the rest of the gang skating past. The looks of shock or surprise or the realisation that it is possible and that I'm doing it. It's cool, and mildly entertaining.
The only trick is not to fall off, which can get tricky depending how fast the car goes.
That, and to pick the car that's going to stop for you. You don't want to get hit by a car like Clutch did. No sir-ee. You bust up your leg and you're out of business. If it doesn't kill you, it might cripple you.
At best you'll be laid up for a couple of months, bored as hell.
Not that hell would necessarily be boring. I imagine hell would be quite interesting, or would be if I believed in it. I happen to be atheist. I've never been to church.
Heck, I never even seen a church. Or a mosque. Or anything like that. The more religious thing I've seen is a x-mas tree, and there's nothing remarkable about that.
Maybe I should see if I can find one. It would be something to do. Heck, it might even be interesting.
Probably would need a good coat of paint though. And they probably wouldn't let me wear skates inside the building, but it's an idea.
You'd think that in this day and age there's be heaps of stuff I could do. Dad always said get a job. But I don't wanna. The way I see it, you got two choices. You can either be good and do exactly what society wants you to do.
Or not.
You can do jack shit and live off the dole, you can deal drugs you can put on skates and go around looking out for wet concrete.
There's two sides to every coin. That's what they say, and it's been scientifically proven correct. However, at the same time it has philosophically been proven false as a 'side' is a purely human illusion.
Whether you're a philosopher or a scientist, the streets have two sides. There's the normal side, with law and police millions of people being normal. Not to mention boring.
Then there's the other side. Our side. My side. The wild side, the side kids dream off. No law, but heaps of rules. No police, but rivals all the time. Neither side is easy, but this side is much more interesting.
This is the side they make games about.
I can't say that one side is good and one side is bad. I might be wrong in my judgement, or you might disagree with me. Who has the right to say what's good and bad? Who has the right to say who has the right to say? Everyone has the right to ask, but who's got the qualifications to give the answer?
It's a lot to work out, but it's worth it. It makes everything work for you.
Figure it all out, and the world is your oyster. You know oysters get eaten alive?
Just don't choke of the pearl.