This post will hopefully fill full of your childhood nostalgia. Movies, Shows and Games. I'll start. This game is so awesome it's unreal. Late nights on my PS2 just listening to the awesome soundtrack and doing crazy tricks Iron Man. While it's not super realistic it is considered to be one of the last good TH games there are. (NO DEBATING OR ARGUING PLEASE)

Well I haven't really seen this type of post anywhere even when I look it up. I was rewatching one of the Trailers for Identity and heard him talk about them implementing a system that resembles a skill tree. And it would be used for each job that you did, either criminal or abiding by the law. Well this got me thinking about music because I plan on making a band in game. There could be a system in place for guitarist's, drummers, bassists and singers. Guitarist: (Let's say there are ten perks for each instrument) 1- Welcome to the Crossroads, your soul is now destined to be a guitarist. 2- Figured out how to add effects to your studio and live performances 3- You can now play cover songs with ease 4- You unlocked tapping 5- You can now make 5% extra cash from live performances 6- You earned a record deal 7- Party on, drugs now have a longer effect on you 8- You can now customize your guitars looks and equipment 9- Guitar Hero, you can now save your music by memorizing, no more mess ups for you 10- You've reached your peak, you can now perform solo or keep playing as a band And it would be something similar to those but for Singers, Drummers and Bassist. It would be awesome if we could customize the shape of our guitar to look like an Ibanez, Strat, Gibson, Goodrich and more. Replace our pickups, tuners, tremolo bar, strings, pickgaurd, fret inlays, knobs, switches, headstocks and more. We could have different pedals for different sounding music Distortion Reverb Tremolo Phaser Sweep Echo And even more if we'd like. We could sign up at bars and just hangout for a few hours playing songs. And if we got good and enough people wanted we could have our music played on player owned radio stations and even have a few of our songs in the Karaoke Bar. Thats about all I got for now, thanks for reading guys.

(I just want to preference that in no way do I disrespect the first post. If anything I'd like these posts to become a series. That way all of our characters can tell their own stories.) 8:15 am, I wake up after the guards bash my cell with a baton for 5 minutes. 8 months, 6 weeks and 4 days spent in this shit hole of a jail. 9:00 am, after processing and getting all my personal belongings back, I'm thrown to the curb like some old furniture. By then I have 25¢ to make a phone call. "Hey Rick I ne-" "Are you out today man?" "Yeah I'm sorta in need of a fuckin ride man. Can you come get me?" "I can't man. We're fucking getting ready to make a deal with some chinks." "What the fuck man, I took 8 months for you fucking assholes and now I'm getting left out in the middle of nowhere?" "Hey! You watch your fucking tone. I'm the Sergant at Arms now." After a brief pause I let out a very deserving. "What?!" 10:00 am, I'm left without my MC without a ride and stripped of my patch. Hitching proves to be difficult because nobody wants to pick up an ex convict who's covered in white power tattoos. The heat was sizzling my skin to the point where I actually heard crackling. Finally after 20 minutes with my finger up I got a ride into town. 12:32 pm, I ride up to my friend Julian's to see if he can hook me up with some coke or weed. Re packaging and re sale is easy. He's just a prick to get it off of. "Hey man!" Julian extends his hand out and pulls me in. "Good to see you buddy. How was jail?" "It was fucked man. Those guards were assholes with a capital A." I sit down and lean back. "Hey man, is there anyway I can get some dope?" Julian stands up and walks over to his kitchen. "What for man? Just regular shit man." Nervous about asking, I feel like he can see right through my lie. "Uuhhh. Sure man, do you have any cash?" "Nah, just got out remember? They threw me to the curb with 25 cents and said call someone." He looks down at his table. Weed in little dimebags and 8 balls scattered everywhere. "Here's what I'll do. If you can sell some 8 balls and shit I'll give you the weed." 1:23 pm, that's when shit turn sour. The cops had scheduled a bust on his apartment because of reports that there were drugs coming in and out of the place. Juliann shoots to the bathroom and starts flushing the drugs down. Me? I grab his pistol and a pillow and shoot out his window. Looking down it was only a 10 foot drop. Either that or a few years back in jail for violating parol. I grabbed what weed I could get and hopped out. Huffing and puffing I threw the gun into the yard next store and jumped the fence. TBC

With his ankle twisted and his jacket full of hash, Jason decided to duck into a diner. His old friend was there and she wasn't too kind to people on the run. But she didn't have to know. "Hey, long time no see." "Yeah, the last time I SEEN you, you were balls deep in some perky college girl." "Hey, you walked in on me. Don't lie, you were staring." "Oh yeah? At what?" They both start laughing as Jason sits down. Dripping in sweat with his face beat red. "You look like you just jumped out of a frying pan. You okay?" "Julian got busted." "Ah for fuck sake. And how would you know that?" "Well... Hash is hard to come by." "No, get out. I don't need this shit." "Fine, but don't say I don't love ya." Jason lies some hash down for her to pick up. He walks out and lights a cigarette, walking down the street. He walks up to a payphone and dials 911. "911 what's you emergency?" He takes a quick puff and gets into character. "Oh my god! He's got a gun! Help us! At the East Side Diner! Ahhh-" He hangs up the phone quickly and leaves a note on the hash brick at the payphone. Catch me if you can. Love Jay

Structure 41: Olympus Has Fallen...

2064: After much debate the United Federation of Planetary Alliances bring up the case that Africa is now a "Uninhabitable Zone" and is blocked off until a cure can properly be distributed. Meanwhile on Mars the super humans start to grow out of control and eventually overpower the forces of the FPA and name Mars a super human only zone. After the total conversion of Mars a alien gene was found that kills off major functional genes. Rendering the super humans helpless and a dying breed.

Turtle Beach is my jam.

Who would like to hear my personal story of betrayal and revenge?

Have like a poker skill tree. From low to high Little Shark - You have an active poker face. Guppie - You no longer show any tells. Magician - You can see other people's tells. Card Shark - Automatically switch your cards at the beginning of a hand (Pre Flop) to get a better turn out. (You risk getting caught if there are duplicates)

Which is actually his mouth...

But when the dinner was made nobody ate because he was butt naked...

A better skate game for PC. Set in the late 90's early 00's

No, ads for servers and games I've created are against the rules. I'm simply making people aware this game is there. They had to push it back because of sponsee problems but they've slated it for a 2018 release.

Structure 30: A list of every child's name who said they fucked my mom on Xbox

Redwood Working's was founded on the blood, sweat and tears of hard working American men. They wanted to bring quality made furniture and decorations into your homes to give your house its own personality. William Benin didn't want the hard working middle class man to suffer from flimsy furniture. He moved from using Redwood trees to using Maple, Oak, Chestnut and Walnut trees to give each piece of furniture a signature look. And to fit the personality of each consumer who buys it. We cut down and then study what the tree can be used for. Moulding, Chairs, Bed Frames or Tables. We want to make sure that each wood is used for the proper piece. Why use wood instead of Plaster, Iron or Ceramic? Well that's simple. We want the original feel. Dark toned Mahogany or bright Maple. We can achieve different colors with these woods. And you'll never have the same pattern for each piece of furniture. We hope that you choose Redwood Working's for any lumber needs that you may have. And in the possible future we may have a deal to help design and manufacture furnishings for all you citizens.

Is this a "Dirty" business? Like laundering money illegally?

This art would work perfectly for your series organization.

If I can't make sick Naughties skate videos I don't want it *Tips fadora and drinks Red surge.*

Then C.R.A.S.H units will be VERY needed. They'd be almost required or else 40% of the criminals will get away with drug running and selling

Don't forget about C.R.A.S.H units to handle more seedy operations like drug enforcement and gang activity. They'd be working with the DEA most likely.

If you pre purchase it you'll receive a steam key to download it

I've already signed up. *Tips fadora.*

To be honest I would love to see a bigger map with a more dense forest and bigger cities to explore. If possible an actual city with skyscrapers and a whole lot to do.

I've offered multiple times to moderate or just answer questions.

With 5,000 we could host actual community gatherings. Business would actually have uses. Theaters would be packed for the latest movie release. It would feel like a living breathing world. I think 5,000 people would be amazing and actually a whole lot of fun.