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03/19/10 at 15:36:55
 
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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Reply #1 - 03/20/10 at 14:23:42
 
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Reply #3 - 03/21/10 at 06:09:54
 
Before she can even comprehend what is going on, her cell phone rings. Its Robert, her managerial advisor.

ROBERT: Krista, do you wanna tell me whats going on here??

KRISTA: I have no clue what that bitch is talking about, but they have bad information. I want you to send CNN a letter immediately, telling them that if they dont retract their statement and issue me a publicized apology within 72 hours, I will sue them into bankruptcy for slander.

ROBERT: I'm on it now...

He hangs up. Instead of slapping her cell phone closed, she accesses her Contacts list and scrolls down to the C's. She presses the call button.

KRISTA: Hello, Cage? it's Krista.

CAGE (on phone): Hello my love, whats going on?

KRISTA: I need you to do me a huge favor...

At this time, Calypso walks into the room and leans against the doorjamb, unknown to Krista, who's back is to the doorway.

CAGE: Lemme guess, you want me to kill that news anchor at CNN for spilling your beans?

KRISTA: More or less, yea. I'm on my way to suing the network as we speak. Ughh... you saw that too??

CAGE: I watch anything with you on it...

KRISTA: So you'll do it for me then?

CAGE: For you, baby... anything.

KRISTA: Thanks, I really appreciate it.

CAGE: Hey... I love you.

KRISTA: I love you too... good night.

Krista snaps her phone closed, ending the call.

CALYPSO (chiming in, startling Krista): I dont know why you associate with that psychopath..

KRISTA: He does whatever I ask like an obedient little puppy. When you look like this, men will do pretty much whatever you ask them to. Besides, you don't like the man I am truly in love with.

CALYPSO: You and your obsession with that fucking clown. I was hoping this was just a childhood phase.

KRISTA: He's the only man who could possibly handle me.

CALYPSO: Touche... anyway, come. almost all the drivers are here. I want you to watch the intro first hand.

KRISTA: Why not let me make it myself?

CALYPSO: I dont think the boys are ready to accept the fact that they'd be driving for a woman just yet. They need to be eased into it.

KRISTA: Whatever...

Just then, the guard at the main gate calls in on Calypso's headset.

GUARD (through headset): Sir, there is a guy here who claims he got the invite, but he's not on the list and doesnt have the confirmation letter.

CALYPSO: Well, who is it?

GUARD: Says his name is Beezwax.. drivin a green Dodge pick-up with a camper on the back.

CALYPSO (to Krista): Does the name 'Beezwax' ring a bell to you?

KRISTA: No, why?

CALYPSO: An uninvited guest trying to play our game. I'll have the guard send him away..

As Calypso goes to press the button on his headset to talk, Krista snatches it off of Calypso's ear and makes an order herself.

KRISTA: Shoot him in the fucking head and get rid of the truck. No one gets near this building unless they're supposed to be here.

GUARD: Hey, who is this? Where's Calypso??

Krista hands the headset back to Calypso. He slips it back on his ear and presses the button.

CALYPSO: You heard the woman, dispose of him and his vehicle.

Calypso and Krista watch the monitor viewing the main entrance to the garage. One of the guards at the gate takes aim with his M4A1 assault rifle and gives the trigger a couple quick pumps. Blood and cranial matter splatter all over the front of his stag pick-up, as Beezwax hits the pavement hard. Quickly, 2 guards grab his lifeless body - one by the arms and one by the feet - and toss him into the camper on the back of the truck. One of the street guards is ordered to take the truck away. Its gone within seconds.

CALYPSO (looking at Krista): Very proud...

In the garage, the contestants wait patiently for instruction. Several armed guards keep a watchful eye on everything. The biggest guard, Brutus, is in charge of collecting firearms as the drivers enter. The first floor serves as a waiting room for contestants who havent been patted down or their vehicles searched. Brutus walks up to Thumper and its occupants.

BRUTUS: I need you and your friend to stand with your hands on the roof of the car and spread your ankles.

HECTOR: Wha', ese? We bein arrested or something?

BRUTUS: No, I'm collecting weapons. Calypso doesnt want any fucking around before the tournament, especially inside his building. They will be returned to you when you leave.

Brutus pats the men down, and between the two, he finds 3 modified handguns and a few switchblades. He proceeds to search the car, while a second guard watches his back to make sure the two Mexicans dont try anything slick. Brutus re-emerges with 2 more handguns and an RPG rocket launcher.

BRUTUS: Damn guys, you came to fight a war, huh?

The two partners laugh to themselves. Brutus motions for another guard to help him carry the weapons to the storage lockers next to the guard's shack at the main entrance. Each locker has a different name written on it, all representing a different car. They put the weapons inside and lock the door behind them. On the far wall, we see a camo-painted Humvee parked in a shadow. It's tactical team outside, leaning against the brush guard on the front of the vehicle, waiting their turn. They scan the few opponents also in line.
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Reply #4 - 03/21/10 at 10:51:13
 
Oh. My. God.
This is better then television, spicy wings, and weed combined! Well actually... maybe not the weed. Your story rapes the shit out of this page. You've got great details and character depth. Damn, man. That's sweet as TITS. I can't wait for the next story. With fanfics like these, it's like TMA's grown a third penis.
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Reply #5 - 03/22/10 at 03:02:04
 
CAPTAIN PRICE (thich Irish accent): Where is he? Intel said he was attending this year..

SOAP MACTAVISH: Intel is never wrong. Give it time.

PRICE: If we blow this, we'll let the te....

Price cuts his words short as he spots a familiar face a few cars down. He begins walking in that direction. As he approaches...

PRICE: Agent Stone, I havent seen you in years. How have you been, comrade?

STONE: Well well, Captain Price. I've been ok. (shaking hands) How's life been treating you?

PRICE: S.S.D.D...

STONE: It never gets old, does it?

PRICE: No sir it doesnt. I guess the Bureau doesnt let you associate with old partners once you enter the FBI, huh?

STONE: Pretty much, yea. I lost alot of allies making that move.

PRICE: Thats how the cookie crumbles. I heard what happened a few years back. Its too bad they 'burned' you.

STONE: Oh yea.... that. It was for the best. I mean, whats the point in keeping someone who isnt even clinically alive on the payroll, ya know?

PRICE: Wait, what?

STONE: When I was found, the Lambo was toast, but I was still alive. I was in a coma, but still alive nonetheless. When I finally came around from the coma, I was already "employed" elsewhere..

PRICE: And here, you're back again? Not too many people can say they survived Twisted Metal and lived to tell about it. You're tempting fate, old friend.

STONE: What can I say? I need a paycheck.

PRICE: Who do you work for nowadays, anyway?

Stone looks around, and sees that no one is within earshot.

STONE: Since we're comrades, I'll tell you. I got picked up by a pharmaceutical company called Cyber Cell. They make everything from low-budget aspirin to human-enhancement meds.

PRICE (laughing): You mean like those little dick pills I see commercials for at 2am?

STONE (laughing as well): No, a little more 'in-depth'...

PRICE: Well I guess that explains why you dont look like you've aged in 20 years.

STONE: Yea, they do some amazing work. And once the government found out about my recent 'add-ons', they became interested in me again and contacted Cyber Cell about freelancing me for a job.

PRICE (laughing once more): 'Add-ons' eh?

STONE: Yes sir.

PRICE: Please, do explain..

STONE: I woke up from my coma, only to find out that 75% of my skeletal structure had been destroyed. Cyber Cell went in and replaced it all with carbon-fiber, making me lighter, faster, and more versatile. A series of injections have slowed my aging by half, as well as tripling my sight and hearing capabilities. Simply put, I'm the future.

Stone flashes Price a big smile, and takes a seat on his vehicle.

PRICE: What is this mission the government has you doing?

Before Stone can answer, the sound of a rumbling diesel fills the bottom floor of the garage. The mammoth size of the unseen vehicle shakes the very ground everyone is standing on. Stone and Price look at the entrance to see what could be causing such a ruckus. A matte green truck comes into view as it rounds the corner, stopping for guard at the gate. Its a truck built by International for the solo purpose of hauling large missiles from base to base. On the driver's door, a red Russian flag is hastily painted on. 

STONE and PRICE (simultaneously): Makarov...

The old friends look at each other in shock.

PRICE: You're here for Makarov??

STONE: I assume you are too then..

PRICE: Yes.The orders were given two months ago by my superior to get the Warthog ready for battle, and told me what I was to do. Soap insisted on coming along as my gunman. When we heard who our target was, we couldnt get ready fast enough to get here.

STONE: Were you given a price?

PRICE (looking offended): No, I'm just doing my job as a soldier.

STONE: Heh, thats the one thing I dont miss about the Bureau. I get paid for these kinds of missions now.

PRICE: So you accept blood money these days.

STONE: I gotta eat, ya know. Since the cards have been dealt, it looks like we know our mission now.

Stone pauses for a moment to grab the helmet resting behind him on the seat.

STONE: We're comrades, but heed my advice: DONT GET IN MY FUCKING WAY.

Stone slips his helmet on and buckles it under his chin. Stunned at what his old friend has turned into, Price walks away bewildered, back to his partner and Warthog.

SOAP: Not to be obvious, but Makarov has arrived.

PRICE: I think we have a bigger problem than Makarov at this point...

Back in the office, Calypso is busy making himself presentable for his broadcast to his drivers. Krista is busy getting the camera set up. Calypso pushes the button on his headset.

CALYPSO: Is everyone here?

GUARD: I've got all but one name checked off the roster.

CALYPSO: Who hasnt showed up yet?

GUARD (uneasy): Umm.. that would be Needles, sir.

CALYPSO (irritated): Figures... we'll give him a couple more minutes. He's seen this introduction a thousand times anyway.

Calypso goes back to getting ready. A few minutes later, he hears the guard's voice in his headset again.

GUARD: Needles has arrived, sir.

CALYPSO: Wave him in. No need to confiscate his weapons.

GUARD: You want me to let the most dangerous person in the group keep his weapons??

CALYPSO: Yes... he knows better than to fuck with me.

As Needles approaches the gate, Brutus raises the arm and waves the ice cream truck in. Needles eyeballs the guards manning the gate. As he ascends the parking structure, he glances at all the guards on every floor, standing in the darkness. Guards where there arent even any cars.

NEEDLES (in thought): Damn Scarface, you sure got alotta firepower this year...

As the ice cream truck reaches the top floor, everyone there goes silent. Drivers, guards.. all eyes trained on the clown. He backs into his parking spot and hops out of his truck.

NEEDLES (to the crowd): What? No hello?

Whispers fill the air immediately. Needles walks to the front of his truck, and sits on the rusted chrome bumper. He has a funnel of cotton candy in his hand. In the water puddle's reflection, however, we see a bloody, dripping butcher's knife. Needles catches a glimpse of this and lets out a short laugh.

GUARD (into headset): Sir, we have everyone here. Are we ready?

CALYPSO: Yes.

GUARD (into megaphone): OK PEOPLE, LISTEN UP! EYES TO THE FLAT SCREEN NOW!! CALYPSO HAS SOMETHING HE WANTS TO SAY TO YOU ALL!!

The huge flatscreen on the wall next to the guard begins to show static, finally focusing on Calypso.

CALYPSO: Hello everyone. I am Calypso, and I welcome you to Twisted Metal.

Cheering starts to echo throughout the concrete walls and corridors.

CALYPSO: Heh, I'm glad to see some enthusiasm after such a long hiatus from action. The turn out is just amazing this year, thank you all for coming. I wanted to take this time to explain the rules to some of you newcomers, and refresh the minds of some of the vets that have been absent in recent outings.

He pauses, making sure he has everyone's undivided attention.

CALYPSO: Rule number one: no one is to be late. Being that everyone is here, even you Needles (a few chuckles are heard from some of the senior drivers, Needles flips off the tv), this rule is nill right now. But, it also applies to the day of the contest. If you are late, or further more, abandon your spot, you will be disqualified.

A few people start muttering to each other, but quickly stop.

CALYPSO: No need to worry, just wake up at a decent hour and dont pussy out. Simple. (a short pause)  Rule number two: do not leave the battlefield. If you punk out mid-match and decide to just hit the highway and bail out, you will be disqualified. And thats it. The rest of the details will be explained the day of the tournament. Now at this time, everyone will need to take their vehicles to the airport and go to hangar 12. From there, The Wrecking Crew will spend the next 72 hours modifying your vehicles with weapons and other gadgets needed for survival. (a short pause) Any questions?

A new face in the crowd calls out to the screen...

JAVALIN: Hey, who is The Wrecking Crew??

CALYPSO: The Wrecking Crew are an elite team of mechanics who each specialize in one field of automotive expertise. They work hard, they work fast, and they are GOOD. And in 3 days, your average grocery-getters will be death-on-wheels.

Another new face calls out..

HECTOR: 'ey!! Do we get a say in what gets done??

CALYPSO: Yes, you will. The mechanic in charge of your car will talk to you before they get started to get an idea of what kind of driver you are. You will be pleased when you get it back, I promise. If there arent any more questions, I will be on my way and I suggest you do the same. I will see you all at the airport.

The screen fades to black. All the drivers proceed to their cars. Engines start to fire up, one after another. The sound of the simultaneously-running motors is enough to shake the building. As the drivers approach the main gate to leave, they are greeted by a guard who checks them out and hands back their confiscated weapons. Up in the office, Calypso thumbs through some of the driver's dossiers. He pulls a few out and puts the rest to the side. The ones he's selected are the new drivers. As he's about to do some homework, he's approached by Krista.

KRISTA: I'm gonna run down to the corner store and grab something to drink and get some air. I'll be back in a while.

CALYPSO: Are you sure it's wise to leave this building?

KRISTA (pulling out a custom .45 Ruger): Yea, I think I'll be alright.

She tucks the gun behind her back and heads for the door. Calypso continues reading.
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Reply #6 - 03/22/10 at 05:20:20
 
Oh Snap. The suspense is growing like a colony of e.coli on day old Canadian beef. You are one helluva story teller. But why does Sweet Tooth have cotton candy? I was totally expecting at least some soft serve on that guy? I'm also expecting a lot outta Krista. She seems like a focktopuss. I hope she gets broomraped.
It'd be awesome of everyone on the floor would have a fat assed keg party before killing the shit out of each other. What's a brawl without the booze?
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Reply #7 - 03/22/10 at 18:19:14
 
the cotton candy is a throwback to that one pic of Sweet Tooth from Black.. i'm sure at least one person caught that

and yes, Krista is a major player in this story. and I will inclue a pic of the chick who is the basis for her physical appearance which I explain in the next installment
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Krista heads out and makes her way down the street to the 7-Eleven on the corner. Looking up from the dossiers, Calypso catches a glimpse of her on one of the monitors. She disappears from view as she steps into the store. Once inside, Krista draws her Ruger as her eyes dart across the room, looking for any type of danger. Once she is convinced she's safe, she proceeds to the cooler in the back and grabs a soda. On the way out, she stops at the counter out of habit, but quietly giggles to herself and walks out. She re-emerges outside, and into view of the spectator cam but Calypso is back to reading his files. As Krista starts to make her way back to the carpark, the sound of gargling exhaust and horrendously loud bass approaches from behind. She keeps walking.

HECTOR: 'ey mami, I like da way you be shakin dat ass!!

Krista stops in her tracks, but doesnt turn around.

WILLIAM: What's a pretty girl like you doin out here? Don't you know it's dangerous right now?

HECTOR: Yea, we don't wanna see anything happen to such a pretty thing like you. Why don't you hop in with us? We'll keep you safe..

At this point, Krista has had enough. Turning around, she walks up to the passenger side window. As she bends down to look inside the car, she draws her gun out from behind her back, making sure it's in plain sight.

KRISTA: Listen to me you fucking spic-stains, if you dont get the fuck out of here and leave me alone, I'm gonna window your skulls.. get me?

Hector takes a good, hard look at Krista's face.

HECTOR: 'ey, wait a minute, I know you. You're our new governor over in Cali..

Krista stands up and walks around to Hector's window.

HECTOR: What's real funny.. we jus heard on the radio that you're this Calypso guy's daughter. I guess that explains why you out here right now, yea?

Krista takes her gun and jams it in Hector's crotch.

KRISTA: If either one of you so much as whispers that you saw me here, I'll blow this little thing you call a dick clean off.

She stands back up strait again.

HECTOR: Chill, chill... don't worry mami, we got'chu.

As they begin to pull away, William mutters under his breath.

WILLIAM: Fucking blanca puta es loco, homes.

Krista, now furious, pulls her gun back out and pops off 3 shots, all hitting the pink lowrider. Hector slams the brakes and William hops out of the car.

WILLIAM: What's your fucking problem, eh??

KRISTA (gun now aimed at WIlliam): You stupid fuck, I'm the governor of California. You think I dont know spanish??

HECTOR (from inside the car): 'ey Will, get da fuck back in da car or I'll fucking leave you here, ese!!

William turns back around and gets in the car. Hector speeds off, and Krista begins her walk back again. As she reaches the carpark, Krista stops and turns down an alleyway between the carpark and the apartment building next door.

CALYPSO (watching monitors): What the... where is she going?

A little ways down, Krista comes to a single door on the side of the carpark. She pulls out a keyring with a single key on it. Unlocking the door, she steps inside and closes the door behind her. Ahead of her are a few narrow, poorly lit hallways. Several doors to either side, but the only one that interests her lies at the end. She approaches the last door in the hallway and unlocks it. She opens it up into a large, pitch black room. Flicking on the light, we see a large garage. Tool chest on the far wall, a big roll-up door on the right wall, and a set of lockers to the left. And in the middle of the room is a tube chassis frame up on 4 jackstands. A small, wheeled shop chair sits next to it, and a handtruck with 2 tanks chained to it. Krista locks her eyes on the frame and begins to smile wide. She walks into the room and makes a beeline for the lockers, unbuttoning her business jacket as she walks. Approaching the lockers, she lifts the handle of one and opens it, then finishes unbuttoning her jacket and takes it off, revealing a white wifebeater tank top and a very shapely body underneath. A black lace bra can be seen plainly through the wifebeater. She then slips her skirt down to her ankles, and steps out it, left wearing nothing but the tank top and a pair of matching black lace boyshorts. She unpins her hair and lets it fall, her long and wavy brown hair reaching mid-back. She neatly places her clothes in the open locker, then opens the one next to it, pulling out a pair of tattered, old cargo pants. She slips them on and starts walking toward the tool chest. On the way, she pulls out a hairtie and pulls her hair back into a loose ponytail. She makes it to the tool chest and grabs the ignitor for her welder. She reaches up and pushes Play on her stereo. The sounds of Pitchshifter can be heard blaring through the high-end surround sound system set up all around the garage. She walks over to the frame and sits down in her shop chair. She picks up the welding chuck and turns some valves on the tanks next to her. She clicks the ignitor at the tip and a flame erupts, changing color as Krista adjusts the temperature. She begins welding.


It isnt long before the music comes to an abrupt halt. Krista, unfettered, keeps working.

KRISTA: What do you want, dad?

CALYPSO: Wondering what you have going on down here...

Calypso looks around the room, spotting several painting eisels, each with a progressive drawing on it. The obvious final cut, finished in color and signed by Krista herself, bears the name "GRASSHOPPER 2" at the top.

CALYPSO: You're not seriously considering entering again, are you?

KRISTA: Considering? No... I am.

CALYPSO: Then who is gonna take over for me when I'm gone if you're dead?

KRISTA: Thanks for the vote of confidence...

CALYPSO: Well truth be told, had it not been for me the last time you wanted to play, you'd be dead right now.

Krista stays quiet, but keeps working.

CALYPSO: I just cant bare the thought of my daughter being killed by my very own masterpiece.

KRISTA: Hey, you always said you wanted a tomboy who liked cars... wish granted.

CALYPSO: Yea, but I never thought you'd ever wanna be involved in this to the point of driving in it.

Krista keeps silent again. After a tensious moment...

CALYPSO: Will you be ready to leave soon? We need to head to the airport for the mechanic's briefing shortly.

KRISTA: Yes, just give me 30 minutes. I'll be up.

Half an hour later, Krista comes walking up to the front of the carpark, still wearing her tank top and worn out cargo pants. An all-black Range Rover sits waiting. As Krista approaches the truck, a big black guy in a suit opens the back passenger side door for her.

HORACE: Hello Ms. Shephard. How is everything today?

KRISTA: Hi Horace, everything is going ok, thank you. How is the wife?

HORACE: She's worried sick, but I assured her I'd come home in one piece (laughing).

KRISTA (giggling): Come on, you guys know we take good care of our people. Want me to call her?

HORACE: Oh no, that wont be needed. But thank you anyway.

Horace shuts the door behind her, and climbs into the front passenger side seat. Calypso is already in the back with Krista.

CALYPSO: We're in a hurry, so lets step on it, shall we?


and this is who I have in mind when thinking of what Krista looks like... Ms. Melyssa Grace, possibly the hottest girl on the planet


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Okay, if she was like Melyssa, it's okay, but I was thinking of some whitey focktopuss dick huffing corporate bitch. Thanks for clearing that up. It saves me some Pepto Bismol and a few tissues.  
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Sweet. She wants to play huh?

You can see the edge of her right arolea in that cleave shot.  Grin
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yea, I noticed that last night when I saw that a lot of her titty was hangin out
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The Dizaster Child wrote on 03/23/10 at 19:15:34:
yea, I noticed that last night when I saw that a lot of her titty was hangin out

Now that you guys mention it... Yep a nip-slip. Wow you guys are pros. I totally missed that. I bet having a penis helps. A lot.
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here are the non-driving character's profiles. I wont include everyone, just the main ppl or the ones I wanna expand upon

* CALYPSO
The man, the myth, the legend. He is the one who has the twisted mind that created this hellish tournament over a decade ago. With an ever-expanding bank account and the longest running lucky-streak on earth, he has enjoyed numerous Twisted Metal outings and will continue to enjoy alot more. No one really knows much about him, aside from the fact that he has a daughter, one who stands to inherit this contest.

* KRISTA SPARKS
The only daughter to Calypso and rightful heir to the Twisted Metal throne. She's every bit as bloodthirsty as her father, but one thing separates them; she has a need for speed herself. At the age of 15, she faked her way into the contest using a dune buggy her own father bought for her as a child that she modified for competition herself. After her car was incapacitated, Calypso stepped in and saved her life - the only time he's ever intervened in the on-goings of the contest. After that, she focused her 198 IQ points and graduated Harvard Law with a masters, as well as a masters in Political Science - all at the age of 17. Brains, beauty, and a killer instinct... she's the total package.

* TOBY "WRENCH MONKEY" GIBBINS
Toby is the leader of Calypso's in-house mechanics team, The Wrecking Crew. And unknown to almost everybody else, Calypso's childhood best friend. He was there when Calypso's dad won his first big race. He was there when Calypso and his dad finished Calypso's first car - a Ford Galaxie. And he was there the night Calypso's dad went crazy and tied his mom to the back of the Galaxie, then ran his car into her - at 70mph. In front of both kids.

* CARL "GRILLZ" JOHNSON
Straight outta South Central LA, Carl is no stranger to Twisted Metal - even before he became a member of The Wrecking Crew. Before there was a Wrecking Crew, the drivers would have to modify their own cars for the contest, and this is where Carl came in. See, back in the day, there was an incident that made Carl have to live on the east coast to get away from his problems at home. But after his mom was killed in a drive-by shooting, he was forced to come back and get to the bottom of it. During this time, he met his soon-to-be brother-in-law, Cesar Vialpando. After everything had settled down, the 2 turned the once-disrespected Loco Low Co. modification shop into a statewide success. It wasn't long before the Twisted Metal contest came to town, destroying large areas every winter. After years and years of ducking and hiding, Carl's cousin Bruce came to see him at the shop. He confessed that he was entering the Twisted Metal contest to try and put an end to the madness, and that he wanted Carl to turn his '64 Chevy Impala lowrider into a battle tank. Carl and Cesar worked every day for 6 months until it was completed, only to receive word that Bruce had been killed in the contest. Carl has blamed himself ever since and has joined the Crew in hopes of finding a way to redeeming himself.
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