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Reply #15 - 03/24/10 at 04:10:13
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 03/24/10 at 04:04:34:
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.


You talk about Calypso like he's a sandwich.
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Reply #16 - 03/24/10 at 04:19:25
 
what the fuck sandwich are you eating thats so epic? you potheads are easy to plz when it comes to munchies
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Reply #17 - 03/24/10 at 04:21:06
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 03/24/10 at 04:19:25:
what the fuck sandwich are you eating thats so epic? you potheads are easy to plz when it comes to munchies

I saw that exact same line on an ad for a Philly Cheese-steak.
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Reply #18 - 03/24/10 at 05:34:30
 
and here are the new driver profiles. by new drivers, I mean new drivers in veteran cars. if there are new drivers in new cars, they've already been explained in TT in the 'new characters' thread

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* name: Warthog
* driver: Captain John Price
* co-driver: John "Soap" Mactavish
* hometown: Limerock, Ireland
* occupation: captain of U.S. Task Force 141
* car make/model: AM General Hummer H1 (Humvee)
* special: Morning Glories (3 power missiles with homing capabilites)
* license plate: S S D D
* bio: Price was contacted by his commanding officer and informed that his main target was entering Twisted Metal this year shortly after intel had discovered a hidden weapon of mass destruction. He was all too happy to sign up, and his right-hand man 'Soap' insisted on helping.


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* name: Crimson Fury
* driver: Agent Stone
* co-driver: n/a
* hometown: Sussex, England
* occupation: freelance for Cyber Cell Industries
* car make/model: Suzuki GSX-R 1200 Hayabusa
* special: Predator Missile (satellite-guided missile armed from Fury's touch-screen monitor)
* license plate: CRBN MAN
* bio: After a brush with death from his first tour of Twisted Metal, Stone awoke to find himself better than ever, literally. Now with a new employer and new goals, Stone is a one-man army. The government contacted Cyber Cell about freelancing Stone for a job: aquiring a weapon of mass destruction before Russian terrorists have the chance to get it. And what better way to test their first prototype?


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* name: Brimstone
* driver: Jebadiah
* co-driver: n/a
* hometown: Savannah, GA
* occupation: preacher
* car make/model: Ford Ranchero
* special: Sacrificial Lambs (guilt-ridden followers of Preacher, strapped with bombs and launched from the bed of Brimstone)
* license plate: RDMPTION
* bio: A devout christian who suffers from delusions and SPD (split personality disorder), Jebadiah is wanted by the law for performing excorsisms that all end in murder. He's fighting for the help to see the truth.


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* name: Outlaw
* driver: Sgt. Carl Roberts
* co-driver: n/a
* hometown: Hollywood, CA
* occupation: sargeant of the LAPD
* car make/model: Shelby Mustang GT-500 Super Snake turbo (police issue)
* special: Omni-Tazer (a roof-mounted tazer capable of 360-degree targeting)
* license plate: K RUPT
* bio: After his first trip through Twisted Metal left him stranded in space and forced him to take up in the international space station to stay alive, it became obvious to Carl that the age-old addage, "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" held true. Carl started accepting bribes from Calypso, and helped him pull off his contest every year, making sure to keep himself from suspicion as well. Everything was going fine until this year....


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* name: Siren
* driver: Officer Jamie Roberts
* co-driver: none
* hometown: Hollywood, CA
* occupation: officer for the LAPD
* car make/model: Ford Mustang Saleen supercharged (police issue)
* special: special: Omni-Tazer (a roof-mounted tazer capable of 360-degree targeting)
* license plate: UR BUSTD
* bio: Jamie and her brother Carl were one hell of a team on the LAPD Task Force. That is, until Carl sold his soul and decide that crime DID pay. Unable to believe her eyes, Jamie decided that dragging her brother into Twisted Metal would be the only way to end his corruption.


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* name: Thumper
* driver: Hector Mendoza
* co-driver: William Sejido
* hometown: San Diego, CA
* occupation: apartment maintenance
* car make/model: Buick Riviera lowrider
* special: Flamethrower (a front-mounted flamethrower fires from the grille)
* license plate: 2 LO 4 U
* bio: After years of small time dealing and stealing, Hector found himself in the middle of a house raid. The one time him and his cousin are clean, the cops plant evidence (thanks to Carl Roberts) to make sure the bust sticks. Hector makes a run for it, but his cousin gets caught and is sentenced to 10 years in Lompoc. Hector is fighting to free his cousin.


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* name: Spectre
* driver: Josh Levay
* co-driver: n/a
* hometown: Las Vegas, NV
* occupation: hustler
* car make/model: Toyota Supra Twin Turbo
* special: Spectral Missile (a missile capable of passing through solid objects in order to hit their target)
* license plate: GHSTRYDR
* bio: Josh finally got tired of hustling Honda Civics and Mitsubishi Eclipses for chump change on the local strip. He soon wanted more: more adrenaline, more challenge, and mostly - more money. His reputation finally reached the ears of Dennis Black, a casino mogul who had a nasty addiction to betting on street racing. After an accident left his previous driver out of commission, Black needed a new one. He soon had Josh on his payroll, winning race after race. Black was raking in the cash. It wasn't long before Josh's ego got the best of him and he demanded a bigger cut of the winnings. Of course, Dennis' greed refused this. Out of spite, Josh threw his next race, making Black lose a substantial amount of money. Josh tried to run, but was found and murdered. Josh has come back to avenge his death and punish Dennis.


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Re: Twisted Metal: Civil War
Reply #19 - 03/24/10 at 08:31:11
 
Oooh. Fancy!
Is Grimm gonna be here? I miss him.
And where's my sandwich? I placed an order like 5 hours ago.
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Reply #20 - 03/24/10 at 16:22:53
 
fuck the sandwich.. what the eff happened to Spectre's profile? only the pic showed up...

Grimm actually gets a lil mention in the next part as well as some 2-wheeled rivalry in the battle. but honestly, he doesn't have as big a part as he did in Vengeance
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Reply #21 - 03/25/10 at 00:06:08
 
Dude, this is sick so far! Thanks for the mention in Post #1 as another resident gearhead.  If you need any help coming up with vehicles or drivers, don't hesitate to get to me about it, I'll be glad to help with this epic fic.

Also, finally someone else that knows of Melyssa Grace, she's gorgeous. 
And if Amanda Watts makes an appearance in this Fic, (going on the body in the TM2 book) I hope to god she looks something like Marzia Prince! ...
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Reply #22 - 03/25/10 at 01:52:55
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 03/24/10 at 16:22:53:
fuck the sandwich.. what the eff happened to Spectre's profile? only the pic showed up...

Grimm actually gets a lil mention in the next part as well as some 2-wheeled rivalry in the battle. but honestly, he doesn't have as big a part as he did in Vengeance

Whoa, dude. Never diss a Philly Cheesesteak. Imagine it all freshly toasted down to the very last onion in perfection. Then add the traditional greasy brown bag. These things are a fat guy's wet dream.
Vengeance? Where's that? I'm not sure if I hit it up before.
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Reply #23 - 03/25/10 at 02:51:53
 
oh fuh sho', Tim. its nice to know that I can say 'wrist pin' or 'crankshaft' and someone else will know what the fuck I'm talking about. and yes, Melyssa Grace.. she is beyond words. and Lisa Kim Fleming  Grin

Twister and Amanda both get mentions, but they aren't in the story. I just couldn't find a place for either one of them

Vengeance was my first fanfic. it's still on the TT wall cause it never got moved. if you're all about Grimm, thats a good read for you then


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Reply #24 - 03/25/10 at 03:44:58
 
The choppers overhead catch the convoy of cars heading down the highway en route to the airport. Calypso's Range Rover moves in quick, trying to catch up. By the time he arrives, the cars are just pulling into their own individual paddocks inside the hangar. As Calypso walks inside, he is greeted by his head mechanic, Wrench Monkey. After some small talk, its down to business.

CALYPSO: Ok, gather up your guys while I get everyone's attention. It's time for introductions.

Monkey walks off to get the crew together. Calypso stands up on a step ladder, and the crew falls in behind him.

CALYPSO: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to meet your makers, so to speak. The men and women behind me are known as The Wrecking Crew. They are the elite amongst the elite, hence their fat paychecks when the contest is over.

Quiet laughing is heard from both, the mechanics and the drivers. Wrench Monkey steps up besides Calypso.

CALYPSO (waving an introductory hand): This is Wrench Monkey, the lead mechanic. This is his hangar now. He will be in charge for the next 72 hours. His word is law. He will be the one to oversee all cars and their proposed modifications, although there will be a head mechanic assigned to each car. Together, they will transform your car from an everyday commuter, to a death dealing monster. You will be pleased, trust me.

Applause from the mechanics and drivers echoes inside the tin building. Shortly after, the crowds disperse back to their respective make-shift "garages". Calypso and Wrench Monkey head back to the office that Wrench Monkey has claimed as his own.

We come to Thumper's domain. The lead mechanic, Skidz, is busy looking over the lowrider. Hector and William walk up.

SKIDZ: You guys must be Hector and Will. I'm Skidz, the man in charge of your car.

HECTOR: Whats up, ese? What'chu got in mind?

SKIDZ: It looks like I got alot of room to work with here, and for what I got planned, I'm gonna need it.

HECTOR: Damn son, this is soundin legit. Spill it, man.. I been waitin for this part.

SKIDZ: The first thing I wanna do is relocate the motor to the trunk. Luckily, you drive a Buick so that big block will fit. I have a transmission and differential we can mock-up to work with the new engine location. I'm gonna move your hydraulic pumps and batteries to where the rear seat used to be.

WILLIAM: Used to be? Looks like we're losing the back seats.

HECTOR: Thats ok, I trust the man.

WILLIAM: You're moving the motor to the back? Thats different...

SKIDZ: Ha, yea.. but here's the kicker: Calypso picked up a military-grade flamethrower from a source on the Black Market, and told me to give it a good home; that home is under the hood of your car.

HECTOR and WILL: Whoooooo!!!!

SKIDZ: Now you see why I need all that room. The next step is to relocate your gas tank to the front of the car. I'm gonna mount it between the A-frame, about the same spot where the oil pan on the motor is. That way, ground clearance is the same and also, moving the tank there will eliminate the need to run the fuel lines for the flamethrower the entire length of the car. This will keep shit like ripping or snagging lines from happening. I'm also gonna weld in a steel plate between the rear panels of the car and the motor so rear-end damage wont effect the engine at all.

HECTOR: Sounds good, homes.

SKIDZ: The only downside to the flamethrower is that since it shares the gas tank with the motor, you'll be running empty alot more often. You'll have to keep an eye on your gas gauge. I mean, there will be a fail-safe inside the tank that cuts off the flamethrower at an eighth of a tank so you dont run on E in mid-battle, but it wouldnt hurt to stay cautious.

Back in the office, Calypso decides to go mingle with his drivers while Wrench Monkey grabs his roster and walks the paddocks.

MONKEY: Humvee, check. Shelby police car, check. Harley, check. taxi cab, check. Mustang police car, ch...

Wrench Monkey cuts himself off as he looks back over his roster, and sure enough, there it is; Carl Roberts - Shelby Mustang GT500 police issue, Jamie Roberts - Ford Mustang Saleen police issue. Confused, Wrench tracks down Calypso.

MONKEY: Hey Calypso, I got 2 cop cars on here - one listed to Outlaw and the other to Outlaw 2. What gives this year?

CALYPSO: Good memory, but alas, the one driven by Jamie is no longer being referred to as Outlaw 2. She calls her car "Siren" now, as she no longer associates with "Team Outlaw" anymore. It seems her and her brother had a falling out of sorts.

MONKEY: Ok, I know siblings fight, but fuck... this is a little extreme!!

CALYPSO: It goes alot deep than anyone truly knows...

Calypso walks in on the Crimson Fury area, where the mechanic is talking to Agent Stone.

RATCHET: Calypso, good timing. I gotta tell ya... there's not a thing I can do to this bike.

STONE: Thats because its perfect. It was prepped for war before I even left the lab.

CALYPSO: You know, I have been meaning to talk to you, Stone. I know about your bio upgrades, but how do you plan to compete with a crotch rocket? I mean, we know how Grimm does it... he's the Reaper. Yes, he strips away most of his power to make it fair, but he does have that little power on his side. But you... you're human.

STONE: With my skill and this bike, I dont NEED special powers.

CALYPSO: Well tell me about "this" bike then.

STONE (smirking): Well for starters, we began with the fastest production bike on the planet - the Suzuki Hayabusa. On top of the amazing motor it already has, mine has been race-built for good measure, ensuring that no one here can match my speed. It has also been lowered on race suspension, making mine the most nimble ride here as well. The wheels and frame have been replaced with titanium-alloy, making them lighter and stronger, as well as the frame having been stretched 18 inches, helping to make sure the front end stays planted with all the extra power we're packing now. The factory body plastics have been swapped in exchange for carbon-kevlar pieces, which are lighter and bulletproof, helping to protect the engine and gas tank. The triple mini-guns up front are made of full carbon fiber, making them lighter than normal and highly heat-resistant. Lastly, my instrument cluster has been replaced with a touch-screen monitor, specifically for engaging my special attack.

CALYPSO: Impressive indeed. Whats gonna protect YOU though? You yourself are not bulletproof.

STONE: My helmet is made of full kevlar. The visor has been fitted with a full heads-up display that is synced to the bike's on-board computer, showing me everything that my factory instrument cluster would show me, as well as ammo and mini-gun temperature, so I wont have to look away from the action ahead of me. The HUD is fully transparent, so it wont block my line of sight. My suit is a carbon-kevlar deposit, with steel hinges at all my joints. I am completely bulletproof, yet have full functionality.

RATCHET: Wow, damn. There has gotta be a mill between you and the bike.

STONE: $124,000 over the 1 million mark, actually. Cyber Cell has DEEP pockets.

CALYPSO: Stone, I take back any doubts I have had in anyone other than Grimm competing with a motorcycle. You sir, have my respect.

The next paddock down, we find Tommy Javalin speaking with his mechanic, aptly named 'Sockets'.

SOCKETS: Tommy Javalin? I'm Sockets, the man who will be working on your car for the next 3 days.

TOMMY (shaking hands): Good to meet ya. What do we have going on here?

SOCKETS: Well, looking over your car, this is obviously a hand-built deal. The frame work is remarkable, the sheetmetal work - flawless. Who does your work?

TOMMY (proudly): Believe it or not, this was 100% constructed in my garage in Delaware. I use it for the DDAS, as well some local rookie events. I'm hoping to one day get it into NASCAR.

SOCKETS (wide-eyed): Holy shit is that impressive. What ya runnin under the hood?

TOMMY: GM 350 small block, punched out to a 383 Stroker.. GMPP forged rods, pistons, and crank.. full Ferrera valvetrain.. the heads have been race-ported and polished. Its putting down close to 700 horsepower.

SOCKETS: In all the years that I've worked for Calypso, this is the first time I've seen a legit track car.

TOMMY: What about Twister?

SOCKETS: Meh, that was an F1 car.. nothing more than a cock ride. But cars like yours - thats where its at for me. Besides, the poor girl didnt even know what she was getting herself into. Did you know that Cyclone attack bullshit was HER idea?? Wrench Monkey tried talking her out of it, but she insisted. Thats why she got turned into a grease spot on the bottom of the Eiffel Tower.

TOMMY (laughing): Yea, none of that twirly bird shit for me, thanks.

SOCKETS: Yea, I got something special in mind for this rig.

TOMMY: Oh? Like what?

SOCKETS: Well, your last name gave me an idea. I'm thinking of welding some brackets to the ceiling of the car that will hold a long, javalin-like steel rod. Run that to a big air compressor mounted inside the trunk area. I also want to notch out a hole in the windshield for this thing to fly through. Essentially, you'd have an air-powered spear-shooter. I guarantee it'd be able to plow straight through everything short of maybe Darkside.

TOMMY: Ooooo, I like it!!

SOCKETS: Hah, I thought you might.

TOMMY: One question though. Do you mind if I help the crew work on my car? I'm a metal fabricator back home, and know this car inside and out. With my assistance, we could get the car done twice as fast and have time to fine-tune everything.

SOCKETS: I dont see why not.
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Reply #25 - 03/25/10 at 03:55:52
 
Calypso makes his way to Darkside. As he steps into the work area, the lead mechanic walks up...

WINGNUT: Dammit Calypso, this is the second year in a row I get picked to work on this rig. I dont mind the truck, but that fucking guy driving it gives me the damn creeps.

Calypso looks over his mechanic's shoulder to see Mr. Ash leaning up against the far wall, with his head slightly looking down. His green glowing eyes can be made out just below the brim of his hat. Even in his own darkness, his sly smile can be seen plain as day.

CALYPSO: I see your point. Perhaps you would like to switch and work on Grimm's chopper, or Sweet Tooth?

WINGNUT: What?? Eh, you know what? I'd take Doctor Satan here over those two basketcases any day, thanks.

CALYPSO: Thought so. Have fun and try not to piss him off. He can be a real asshole when he wants to be.

Wingnut walks over to Mr. Ash, approaching slowly to appear non-threatening.

WINGNUT: So I have an idea about your truck. I was thinking of replacing the grille with a matching one that I've modified with 14 inch spikes lining the frame. When you crash into someone, they are sure to stick to your front end, leaving you to do as you please them with them.

ASH (laughing): I like the sound of that.

WINGNUT: And to add to the impact, I'm installing an extra nitrous kit. It'll have 20-pound bottles and the biggest jets available. When you hit the GO button, this rig will take off like a bat out of... well... hell.

ASH: I see someone has a few jokes here.

WINGNUT (shaking): No no, it was just good old fashioned humor. Didnt mean anything by it, I swear.

Ash eyes him menacingly, watching the mechanic shiver with fear. Ash bursts out laughing with his deep, echoing laugh.

ASH: Tell me more about the nitrous.

WINGNUT (still shaking): Well pretty much, when you line up with another car, hit the button and hold on tight. You'll hit them with the force of a wrecking ball. The only vehicle that can stand up to you this year is the missile truck, so I'd just let everyone else whittle him down.

ASH: Thanks, but I don't need strategy advice from a mechanic. I've been doing this for over a decade, I think I got it covered.

Wingnut stands there, too nervous to say another word.

ASH: Well, what are you waiting for? Gather your men and get to work!

As Wingnut runs off, Ash busts out in laughter again at his manipulation of the poor guy.

Calypso walks on to the last 2 paddocks, which have been merged into one to accomodate the sheer size of the prison bus known as Grey Goose. The mechanics are busy talking over their plans with the drivers.

SHIFT: A '69 motherfucking Blue Bird... there is so much potential here.

JOSE (smirking proudly): I thought the same thing as I was stealing it, 'ese.

SHIFT: I've already got some ideas here...

JOSE (interrupting the mechanic): Don't tell me, homes. I wanna be surprised when I come back to pick it up.

SHIFT: Wow, thats the first time I've heard that before.

JOSE: Eh, I got faith in you. I've seen some of the rides that have come outta these shops in the past. Remember, I'm from San Diego. I've actually had to run and hide from some of these cars before while visiting family in LA for Christmas.

SHIFT (laughing): Ha, well its always nice to meet a fan.

CALYPSO (walking up): Indeed. I'm happy to hear my contributions to the world aren't going unappreciated.

SHIFT: Hey hey, Calypso. How you diggin this bus?

CALYPSO: I love seeing new types of vehicles. This one definately has my attention.

Krista comes walking into the paddock.

CALYPSO: And I'm proud to admit that entering the bus into the competition wasn't my decision. In fact, none of the cars were.

Shift looks at Calypso, confused.

CALYPSO: This year's entrants were hand-picked by my daughter here, Krista.

Jose looks Krista up and down.

JOSE: 'eh mami, I guess I should be thanking you then..

Jose takes Krista's hand and goes to kiss the top of it, but she jerks her hand back.

KRISTA: Yea, and if you touch me again, I'll fucking kill you myself.

JOSE (angrily): 'ey now, there's no need to be rude.

KRISTA: Take your own words to heart then. You dont touch a lady without permission.

Jose stays quiet while Calypso laughs to himself. After an awkward moment of silence, Shift finally breaks it.

SHIFT: Ok, well now that we know the game plan, let me and the guys get cracking. We got a few more ideas to run, so I'm sure you'll be happy with what I got in store.

Calypso and Krista exit the paddock and head toward the office. Wrench Monkey intercepts them as they walk by the garage of Biohazard.

MONKEY: Hey Calypso, the Russians said they dont want any stupid Americans touching their vehicle. What do you want me to do?

CALYPSO: Fuck them then. Less money I'll have to spend this year.

Before Calypso could even turn and continue on his way to the office, another mechanic gets Calypso's attention.

GRILLZ: Yo Calypso, did you know you let a fucking kid in this year?

CALYPSO: You must be referring to Charlie's kid. Yes, I am fully aware.

GRILLZ: Oh, Charlie is here too.. but he's fucking DEAD!

CALYPSO: Yea, the kid uses a remote to control his dad's dead body since he's too small to drive the car himself. He's a Kane, are you really that shocked about it?

GRILLZ: I swear, the freaks get weirder and weirder every year. If the shit keeps up, this will be my last year doing this. My brain cant take too much more.

CALYPSO: Oh, dont be such a fucking pussy. All you gotta do is work on the cars. These guys are the ones out there driving them.

GRILLZ: Yea but that car fucking smells horrible!! The kid didnt even embalm the old man.. he just left him in the driver's seat. There's still dried blood all over the driver's window and the back seat.

CALYPSO: Fine, I'll switch you out with Wingo and you can work on Sweet Tooth instead.

GRILLZ (wide-eyed): Fuck that shit, I'd rather deal with the dead guy.

Grillz heads back to his work station, while Calyso and Krista go back to the office.

KRISTA: Are the guys usually this whiney? Damn, they sound like elementary schoolgirls.

CALYPSO: No. That just goes to show how good your selections were this year. These guys will get over it and be back next year once they see their paychecks. Thats how it always works.

Next, we see a few mechanics standing along side Captain Price and Soap. The men are busy discussing artillery.

PRICE: Right now, we're loaded down with weaponry. I'm not too sure how much more we can carry.

SLICKS: Trust me, we can find room. Thats what we're here for. Tell me what all you guys have going on here.

PRICE: Aside from the gatling guns, we have a platform that pops up through the roof where Soap here sits with a Barrett .50 cal and picks people off.

SLICKS: That it? Really?

PRICE: What, that not enough for ya?

SLICKS: To be perfectly honest, no. The guns will help, but you need something with a little bit more "boom".

PRICE: Keep talking.

SLICKS: I got something here that I made just for you guys. It's a 3-pack of Calypso's 'power' missles, but I have modified them to have some kind of homing abilities. These bad boys take off simultaneously, and Heaven help whoever if all 3 hit the same target. And to give it a little patriotism, I've arranged the smoke trails to be red, white and blue. I call them Morning Glories.

PRICE: Ha, I like it! Where do they go?

SLICKS: I want to mount them to a hydraulic platform that rises up from the back of the truck, in the bed area. The negative side to this is that the rear will be extra heavy, and combined with the recoil, will make your truck unstable. You will lose alot of your handling abilities.

PRICE: I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm not trying to race here.

SLICKS: Well alright, sounds like you guys are on board.

Soon after, Calypso calls a meeting of the drivers. They all gather around outside the main office in the "shop".

CALYPSO: In 3 days, you men and women will be at war. Each one of you battling for your heart's desire, and I will deliver, no matter the circumstances. There will most certainly be casualties, but that is a small price to pay for obtaining what you truly want in life, that you would have no other way of getting on your own. As for living quarters for the next 3 days, the city is yours. Take what you will, but I ask one thing in return: under no circumstances are you to harm one another prior to the contest. If anyone breaks this rule, you will be disqualified immediately, and by disqualified, I mean that in the worst way imaginable. You WILL be watched. I look forward to this year's tournament, and wish you all the best luck. You will definitely need it. Are there any questions?

NEEDLES: Yea, Dipshit... how are we getting back into town if our cars are stuck here??

As if right on cue, a large charter bus is seen heading toward the hangar.

CALYPSO (pointing toward bus): Does that answer your question? Although, if you want to keep talking to me like that, you can walk your ass all the way back.

Needles cracks a big smile. Calypso steps down from his soapbox and makes for his Range Rover, where his daughter is already waiting. They speed off back toward the sanctuary of the carpark. The bus pulls up to the hangar, and the door opens. The drivers start to load up. The creepy driver, wearing a white t-shirt and red jogging shorts, staring them all down as they come aboard. The bus departs back toward the city, with everyone but Tommy Javalin. The crews get to work immediately, working and sleeping in shifts.
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Reply #26 - 03/25/10 at 04:36:49
 
Damn... You got some sweet details. I read about some of the new drivers on another page, but I'm still lost about a few of em'. Meh... I'll catch up. Where do you get the time to do this? I can see that your stories are quite intricate and meticulously planned. Great work, bro.
What ever happened to Dollface as Darkside? I haven't played TM or TM2 in ages so I forgot about some of the old guys, especially Mr. Ash. What's his deal? Woudl you say that you're focusing more of your characters on 1 and 2 as compared to Black?

Your stories are like the sweet-ass shit I see in books. Except... I ain't gotta pay for it.
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Reply #27 - 03/25/10 at 05:18:20
 
I'm trying to bridge the events of 1 and 2 with Black.. my ending will be a direct lead-in with Black. Dollface will make a short appearance at some point
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best story on TM ive read so far
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Imagine if this was a book...
In scratch n' sniff format. You'd be rich!
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