Tailor and a salesmen at a high end menswear store. Where do you work?

Yea I'll probobly be working aswell. New job though I'm focusing all my time towards it.

Happy easter everyone!

Ahh ok. You can always just msg me on identity.

Shit acts stupid? what do you mean sry I ain't following what your tryna say lol

You'd probobly not beleive me but your problems are my problems. I'm 16 I don't go to school at all, I'm not sure the girl I'm talking to on discord even likes me (I've never had a gf), I smoke way to much cigarettes, I have three friends before not even a month ago I had none, I never leave the house and I'm not sure I'll be getting the job of my dreams because they'll be prejudice against me not going to school. Hmu on discord if your lonely bro because I feel you heavily JimmyB [Micky_Tohmpson] #9708

I'm always on discord if you want to talk JimmyB [Micky_Tohmpson] #9708

Hey, I don't want to be judgmental but hiding emotions with pills is horrible man. I know countless people who do it constantly, and for years their deppression, anxiety, problems have never gotten better. They've either worsened or let to harder drugs. Consider other alternatives man, video games!!!

Anybody play American Truck Sim or Euro Truck Sim? Post pics of your trucks!

What do you mean. Don't joke about suicide.

How sad, you can't even smoke a cigar! ?

Not sleeping, not like on a Tyler Durden fight club level but i'm constantly tired and constantly not tired. I also spend too much money on clothes I don't wear because I have nowhere to go. Also smoke a lot of cigarettes. I like them.

Bump. Glad to welcome some new hang-arounds, which you can see on the post. For interested newcomers your promotions will be held in game. MFFM.

Welcome, nice profile picture. I like the edit!

Nice name, I've got a song for you.

Welcome!

Or you've got something terribly wrong with your head

THIS IS SOME DEEP SHIT. WHERES MY WEED.

Thanks! Writing is just a hobby/past time.

I've had the same thing happen to me before, also while putting my cigarette out, seriously

You gonna be makin some moonshine out in the backwoods? I want me a taste, And maybe a crate or two

Don't fret brothers, he's ours.

Bronson

[Sorry for the long waited delay, I've got bigger projects in front of me.] The smell of cigarette dampens the cramped private room of the Ulysses pub. A large round table separates Micky and T, who currently talk politics. "I guess I'm just sick of petty criminals getting away with everything" T says, taking a sip from his pint "Same here. That's why I did what I did earlier this month. Our politicians don't do anything, anytime something goes bad 'don't worry about it our top people are on it' bullshit". Micky replies, also taking a gulp from his belhaven ale. T leans back in his chair and rests a cigarette on his lip. "So what now, are we gonna become superheroes or somethin'". Micky shrugs "Seriously? What's your new name" He gushes "I think I have a good idea" Micky nods his head "We can help families". "By doing just what". "I don't know, extort those who fuck with the innocent. Like what I did to that kid at Marty's, Like a glorified revenge". T rolls his eyes "Go on a killing spree then". "Alright so you don't care" They both look at eachother. "Did I say I didn't like the idea?". They both smile and grab hands. Micky walks out of the private room, making sure to hold the door open for T. The bartender gives a stern glare to the brutish bikers, who linger out of the front door. The two are quick to start their bikes and trot off down the narrow city street. The scream of the engines can be heard several blocks away. They get looks from the street corners as they sit at the traffic light. A pack of bikers ride down the opposing lane, and with harsh braking they all stop in the middle of the intersection. An enforcer from the pack pulls out in front of the coming traffic in which they block. Micky pulls up and parks in the front of the pack, a spot is open in the middle for T. Michael "Sarge" Costa, a skinny bestial hillbilly, greets his VP and they slowly begin riding down the street. The enforcer pulls out and rides in the back of the pack. [15 minuites later] The club rides down the newly paved road, slowly revealing the clubhouse hidden in the trees. The pack parks in front of the garage doors. One slowly opens, a prospects their to great them. “Brother, get me a water” Micky says “One here too” a patched member says The prospect hurries off to the kitchen. Micky follows. “Where is he?” Micky asks the prospect, who grabs two water bottles from the fridge. “In the shed” he says. “Good”. Micky steps out the front, everybody follows. In the backyard stands a beat up shed. Opening the crooked door reveals a broken man, chained to the wall in shackles. Naked, but wearing a bag over his head. Barely being able to move he drools on the ground and his slashed stomach is covered in dry blood, hiding tattoos which surround his body. Micky unchaines him and carries him out of the shed and into the deep forest. “You fat motherfucker” Barks Micky Falling with every step, a patch member kicks his back making him stumble to the ground. Micky just drags him. Now a safe distance from the clubhouse, the bag is pulled off of his head.

I had an idea that I think many would like. Legit, actual Nascar racing. We don't have to call it Nascar, we can call it something else relating to Identity. Also, we can have a legit system. Build your team, get engineers and mechanics, hire a pit crew, hire a truck driver and spotter. Just a thought.