ok guys, I havent shut up about it, yet havent delivered.. til now. this is the fanfic I have been talking about, but first, I wanna explain somethings. for starters, this will not be like my first battle fic. in fact, I'm not too sure it'll be like anything posted here thus far.. that I have read anyway. it is very lengthy, and very detailed. aside from Oddz' story, which I wanna point out now that if you remember anything from it, you will notice a few things similar. we have discussed this thru PM, which was nice. me and him have close to the same writing styles, so at least he might like what I'm serving up here. another big factor to point out is that it is based on uber-realism. the cars will drive, handle, and react like real cars would. there are no fancy sci-fi toys like the shield AA, and bullshit like that. in fact, the things that I included that seem ficticous, are explained in a total realistic way... like freeze missiles. and being the resident gearhead in these parts (with the much-welcome exception of YJ318), you will notice alot of detail put into the car's mods and whatnot. finally, I will post one piece a day.. much feedback is much appreciated. feedback meaning good and bad, of course. now without further ado.. ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, I give to you this explosive event. this is Twisted Metal: Civic War
As usual, the skies over Seattle are dark, grey, and dreary. Its drizzling and windy. The cold breeze snapping pedestrians as they shuffle home from work, newspapers stretched over their heads to ward off the rain. In a dimly lit loft apartment high above the concrete and asphalt, a figure shrouded in darkness stands in front of a giant globe. His face is only illuminated by a series of candles placed around the room, but we cant see a thing. He gives the globe a good, hard spin. After about a minute, it stops. With his eyes closed, he takes his index finger and randomly points to a spot on the map.
CALYPSO: Reno, Nevada it is.
He begins laughing to himself, maniacally as lightning and thunder crash all around the city.
Here it is, six months later. Reno, Nevada. A newspaper tossed front page up in a sidewalk trash can bears the headline: "TWISTED METAL IS BACK!!!" The article goes on to explain how "after a 5 year hiatus, Calypso has announced that Twisted Metal will fire up again this Christmas Eve, and it'll be in Reno. The entire state of Nevada has been mandatorily evacuated. The president has ordered all military branches to be on high alert, but do not enter the state unless strictly ordered." A passing bum grabs the newspaper and holds it above his head to shield himself from the chilling rain. It's always raining.
We are soon looking upon a multi-story carpark in the middle of downtown. There are 3 heavily-armed guards at the main entrance, as well as a single guard posted at each corner of the building. As each contestant pulls up, one of the guards checks a roster listing, then lets the driver through. Inside of the parking structure, the top floor is occupied by several contestants who have arrived early. A giant flat screen tv is mounted on the far wall, next to the elevator and emergency fire door. Both are heavily welded shut, keeping anyone and everyone from entering. Every entrance except one has been sealed to prevent any attacks on the man in charge.
Inside the main office, we see Calypso standing in front of a wall of security monitors, about 75 in all. The screens illuminate him as if he were standing in broad daylight. His standard tattered black suit, with black button-up and black tie. His greying, nappy dreadlocks tied back in a messy ponytail. The black derby atop his head. He takes it off and sets it on the control panel for the security system.
CALYPSO (watching the monitors viewing the top floor of the garage): These will do just fine.. (laughing to himself)
He starts to check each monitor, making sure his cameras are all in place. Of the 75 monitors, 10 of them are helicopter-mounted aerial cams. Currently, they show his personal crew getting the choppers ready for broadcast. Fueling, supplying, stocking ammo. The pilots donning bulletproof vests. Calypso presses a button on his Bluetooth headset.
CALYPSO: Those aerial cams are the money shot. I want them PERFECT.
LEAD MECHANIC: Nothing to worry about, sir. We'll be live in no time.
Pleased, he sits down in his desk chair and leans back, propping his feet up on the console. He turns on the tv to the news.
TV ANCHOR: ... and may God help anyone who has chosen to stay home. In other news, Krista Shephard has won the race for governor of California over the former "Governator" in a landslide victory. Graduating from Harvard Law and taking home a masters in Political Science at the tender young age of 17, she is obviously what the state needs after years and years of poor leadership from a glorified actor. With an IQ of nearly 200 and validictorian of her class, as well as leading several of her school clubs to victory in many competitions across the country, she is a proven born leader. We wish her the best.
Calypso cracks a wide grin and mutes the tv. He turns his head slightly and calls out behind him.
CALYPSO: Krista dear, are the dossiers ready yet?
KRISTA: Almost, just printing the last couple pages now.
CALYPSO: Excellent. I assume Needles made the cut this year?
KRISTA: Actually, he almost didnt.
CALYPSO (leaning forward in his chair): Really now? And why is that?
KRISTA: He didnt fill out the application properly.
CALYPSO (bewildered): You're kidding me, right?
KRISTA: No I'm not. Instead of answering the questions, he just wrote "FUCK YOU" on every line.
CALYPSO (laughing): Oh that Needles. As much as I hate him, this contest wouldnt be the same without him.
KRISTA: I know, thats why I let it slide.
Krista walks into the room where Calypso is seated and hands him a stack of files. She's wearing a black woman's business suit with a white shirt underneath. Her hair pinned back into a bun, wearing black-framed glasses. She sits down on the edge of the console with her arms folded in front of her.
KRISTA: (mocking tone) Here, I hope they meet your approval.
CALYPSO: Dear, I trust your judgment. I'm just curious to see who's been picked, is all. I have yet to see the list. You know this is the first year that I've let that responsibility go to someone else.
He thumbs through the files, looking at names and paperclipped Polaroids. He starts to chuckle to himself.
CALYPSO: I see we have some new, some old, some veteran drivers in new cars, some veteran cars with new drivers.
He reads some of the wishes these drivers seek, and an amused expression comes across his face. Then a few familiar names jump out at him.
CALYPSO: Krista, do you know the definition of 'civil war'?
KRISTA: I graduated from Harvard with 2 degrees at 17.. of course I know what that means. Simply put, its 2 or more allied forces fighting each other.
CALYPSO: (laughing to himself again) You sure do like to brag about that, huh?
KRISTA: Not many people can say that they've accomplished what I have, so yes, I like to brag a little bit. A good father would be proud, you know...
CALYPSO: Trust me, I am more proud of you than you can imagine. I mean, look at this roster of drivers you picked this year: 2 opposing special agents hired to do the same job, hired by the same person... 2 siblings with opposite agendas... even a preacher who is fighting with himself. And holy shit, you have the 3 Brothers Kane. All 3 Kane boys in the same contest. Civil war indeed. This is just incredible. I couldnt possibly be more proud of you. I know I'm leaving this contest to the right person.
KRISTA: You werent more proud of me on graduation day??
CALYPSO: Of course I was, but this is more personable to me.
Krista storms off into her office and slams the door behind her. The window glass shattering. Calypso turns around and unmutes the tv. He flips over to national news.
TV ANCHOR: The rumor mill is buzzing around the newly elected California governor, Krista Shephard as of late.
Calypso calls out to Krista to turn her tv to CNN.
TV ANCHOR: Word is that she has led a double life that we the people know nothing about.
Krista's blood runs cold as she watches on.
TV ANCHOR: Krista Shephard, aka, Krista 'Sparks' is said to be the daughter of global terrorist and crime lord phenomenon, Calypso, the man responsible for the hell-raising Twisted Metal contest that has not only ravaged our shores in the past, but has reduced entire European countries to rubble.
KRISTA: FUCK!!! DAMMIT!!!
TV ANCHOR: Rumor also has it that not only is she his daughter, but she has actually COMPETED in this God-forsaken tournament under the suedo-name, Krista Sparks. Our source has asked us to keep them anonymous.
there you have it for now. I will include profiles for each new driver and non-contestant character. as for the ppl I have created, I posted their profiles in TT
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