Come to think of it, it sort of reminds me of Cyanide & Happiness for the art style.

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"It's been a while since I've done a circuit, but if I can help I will. Also if you are looking to get work done on a car and you don't want it done in a chop shop, I have a proper garage uptown" *Kevin turns to Brandon* "Why don't you get these gentlemen the keys to their new cars"

*Kevin pauses to think for a moment* "I moved to the island almost as soon as I got out of jail and opened this shop around three years ago, and as far as racing goes, since I was 17 or 18, so around 7 years now" "And when it comes to my car, it may have been sitting, but I have at least 100 thousand dollars of work put into it, and if you can guarantee safety for me and my people, I will wholesale all three of these cars for 90 grand, plus I will throw in the 180sx free."

"You're not going to like the number I give you, they aren't my cars to sell. If this guy is so bad, then I probably don't want to sell the cars he just paid me a lot of money to fit custom built body kits to so he can smuggle something" *Kevin glances over at Brandon talking to Hanshi about the 180sx* "But if you are talking about my Skyline, we are looking at the neighborhood of 60 thousand"

*Kevin motions to Brandon to pop the hood on the 180sx before turning to Shenji* "Look man, I mean no disrespect here, and I don't know the business you're in, but I don't think you get my business either. If this was my other shop then that would be an issue. If you are interested in one, I do have a 1999 R34 GTR sitting in my personal garage taking up space that I used to race a few years back"

*After driving around for a few hours, Kevin decides to head back to the garage. He parks outside and heads inside* "Hey Brandon, figured you guys could use a extra set of hands" *Brandon climbs out from under the Toyota Supra GT-300 he was working on* "That would be appreciated, just this one left, so I sent everyone home, but it is putting up more of a fight than I would like to admit" *After finishing working on the car, Kevin checks his watch* "It's only like five thirty man, feel like showing me these other two cars" "Sure thing. We have a '99 Nissan Silva Spec-R Aero, a R34 Nissan Skyline GTR, and you are already familiar with the 'Yota Supra GT-300 overthere. I forgot to mention earlier, but that guy also commissioned a total rebuild on a Nissan 180SX" *The doorbell rings, Kevin goes to answer the door* "Shut off the music I will go see who it is" *Kevin walk opens the door and greets the two men standing there* "Evening gentlemen, come inside and get out of the cold"

*The morning after the incident at the club, Kevin goes through his usual morning routine before heading down to where he parked his Raptor. Once in, he heads into the city, stopping at a plain looking garage. Kevin heads inside and sees several mechanics working on three JDM cars with loud music playing. One of the mechanics finish installing a custom bumper when he sees Kevin* "Shit, hey man, you should have let us know you were stopping by, we would of had some coffee or something for you" "I just wanted to make sure you guys were actually doing work" *Kevin replies jokingly with a smirk* "Whats up with all the Japanese imports in here today" "Some Yakuza looking motherfuckers came in here about a week ago looking to get some upgrades so they could 'move some stuff'. When I tried to tell them just how much it would cost, they just said money was no problem" "Well shit, did they want anything else done to the cars?" "No, and I thought that was odd until I got under the hood, these cars are already pretty fucking ballsy as is, which is nice, because these cars should be out of here tomorrow morning" "Alright, well I won't keep you much longer Brandon, see you around" "See ya" *Kevin gets back into his truck and begins driving around the city somewhat aimlessly*

*Kevin takes a long drag off of his cigarette before turning to face Daniel, scoffing* "You mean like the fucking Batman, don't make me laugh. Besides, he's not my 'boy', I haven't seen Adam since I got clean from that shit. And if your threatening violence around here, you clearly don't know who owns this club" *Kevin puts his smoke out in the ashtray on top of a nearby garbage can before heading back inside, fixing his collar as he walks in the door. He sits down back in the booth with Adam* "Fucking hell man, I think that that guy thinks he is some sort of vigilante" "Ah, let him think whatever he wants, around here he can't touch me. Just take a look around, those guys wearing suits standing around, they are sort of security around here" "Don't tell me your working for him" "Whats the big deal, so are you" "No, there is a big difference between getting paid to work on a car for a guy, and pushing drugs for him. What shit does he have you selling anyways?" "The usual, X and molly, coke, LSD, shrooms, dope, Special K. I know what your thinking, you know me, I would never try to push shit like speed or heroin" *Kevin leans back in his seat* "Fucking hell man"

*Kevin leans back in his seat and laughs at Adam* "Dont say I didn't tell you" "Ah go fuck yourself. And fuck that guy, I''ll sell what I want where I want" *Half an hour pass as Kevin and Adam talk, when a group of people looking to buy ecstasy approach the booth, Kevin gets up* "I'm just gonna head out for a dart while you conduct your business" *Kevin heads outside and lights a smoke, turning his coat collar up against the night air*

*Kevin sits back down with a beer in hand as Adam replies* "If they are so uncomfortable, then why have so many bought some, half the people here are high as a kite right now"

*Kevin heads in behind Henry, unbuttoning his jacket, but leaving it on. Once inside he heads over to a booth in a corner near the back of the club* "Hows it going you bunch of goons?" *Kevin sits down* "Would you look at this fucking beauty, hows it going bud?" "Not so bad Adam, yourself?" "You know how it is, gotta make that money" *Adam pulls out a plastic bag with some pills* "You want some, first one free" "Fuck man, you know I'm done with that shit, besides I don't think you should be pushing X here, I doubt that the mob would be to happy about that" "Hey man, you deal with your cars and shit, and I will handle my shit, so don't worry about it" "Alright man, I'm going to grab a drink, I'll be back" *Kevin gets up and heads over to the bar*

*Kevin flicks his cigarette butt into a nearby puddle* "From what I've heard this is the place to party, so if I had to guess, there is going to be a shit load of drug"

Underground Chop Shop Welcome to the Underground Chop Shop What we do -We take stolen vehicles and strip them for parts -We can take 'hot' cars and change VIN/plates (assuming its a option in game) -Illegal modifications -There will be a legal shop as well, a post will be made in the board room Who we are looking for -Anyone who wishes to be a mechanic (Anyone wishing to stay legal can apply to the post in the board room) Plans for the Future I hope to one day expand to have multiple garages (some 100% legal) Positions -Owner -Head Mechanic (One per shop) -Chopper (Only for chop shops) More positions may be added as time goes on

*A loud metallic clang is heard inside of the Underground Garage* "Mother fucker!" *Kevin steps out from under a car sitting on a lift with his right hand starting to become covered in blood from a fresh cut on his knuckles, as he kicks the dropped wrench acros the floor. He heads into the bathroom to deal with the cut* "Hey Kevin, you do know we have this wonderful invention called gloves right?" "Hows about you go fuck yourself Ryan" *Kevin hollers back from the bathroom. After bandaging his injured knuckles Kevin heads back to the car he was working on, picking up the wrench on the way* "Besides, this car deserves the blood sweat and tears" *Several hours pass, and Ryan gets ready to leave for the day* "Quittin time, see ya tomorrow" "No you won't, you've been working your ass off the last few weeks, take a proper weekend" "Alright, see you Monday then" *Kevin sits in the now empty shop cleaning the grease off of his hands, before heading out. He jumps into his Hennessey Velociraptor and drives back to his modest apartment* *Kevin heads up, takes a shower, and gets changed. After a quick dinner he checks the time on his phone* "10 already, damn, I need to get to the club soon" *Kevin grabs his hat and red plaid jacket before heading out the door. He gets into his truck, and heads over to the new hot club in Roseport, 'One'. Once there, he gets out and lights a smoke*

Welcome to Underground Racing What we are We are the best racing drivers in all of Identity, and are for hire. What we do We organize and participate in the best street races, steal the fastest cars, and run the best chop shops. Why you should hire us The reason for hiring us is simple, it is because we are the best at what we do. What we offer is as follows. 1.Getaway drivers 2.Acquire getaway cars 3.Occupy the police 4.Blocker cars 5.Limited smuggling Racing What we do at a race is as follows. 1.Set up a route 2.Make sure the route stays clear 3.If the cops catch wind of whats going on, we make sure there is plenty of warning 4.Make sure the race is fair 5.Organize betting For entry there will be multiple tiers of fee's (tbd at a later date), as we aim to make street racing available to all who are interested. Anyone can participate in a race, if they can find the location. Ranks There will be two different "tiers" of ranks, the people who run the races/chop shops, and the people who work the jobs/leads the group. Leaders Leader, Oversees the operation, accepts/declines big jobs Assistant to the Leader, Helps oversee the operation, is acting leader if the leader is unavailable Accountant, Is in charge of money, is in command of bet takers/mechanics Street Captain, If not on a job and is present, makes sure that racing events run smoothly, they are offered any job offers we receive, and puts a crew together to execute them Drivers Drivers, Street captains can offer them to join in on a job, helps set up races, steals cars, race Bet Takers, Run the races, distribute the money to winners, take bets Lead Mechanic, Reports on how the chop shops are doing to either the Accountant, Assistant to the leader, or the Leader Mechanics, Run the chop shops Racers, Steals cars, helps set up races, race Associates, Not directly involved with Underground, but are among the first to know about races, may potentially be offered a position To join, a bet taker or higher may offer a frequent racer a chance to become a associate at first then you can prove yourself, or the leader/assistant to the leader may offer you a role. Rules 1.Never snitch, if you get caught and keep quite, and take to punishment, you will be rewarded 2.Never take on a job without letting someone know, it may interfere with something else 3.If a member is in trouble and you can help, help (if you are caught and follow rule 1, you will be rewarded even more) 4.Always respect the chain of command when on a job 5.Don't snitch If you wish to join go to http://www.identityrpg.com/community/topic/1066-looking-for-racers-underground-racing/ Nothing is set in stone, changes may be made as time goes on Website http://undergroundracing.wix.com/undergroundracing

***UPDATE*** I have decided to go in a different direction from racing, and as such I am disbanding Underground racing. I still plan on running a chop shop, and will be making a new thread for that. I would like to thank everyone who showed interest.

Kevin wakes up after sleeping in the bathtub with a pounding headache. Shielding his eyes from the light coming from the window, he blindly reaches for his sunglasses on a ledge in the sunglasses. After putting his sunglasses on, he sees a full bottle of beer sitting on the toilet tank. Kevin grabs it, pops the top off with his lighter, and heads out into the living room. "Whats with all the noise, don't you people know it's" Kevin pats his pockets down for his phone "Shit, where the hell is my phone"

The 499th Monkey dies because he drove off a cliff after falling asleep

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*Kevin heads out to his car, revving the engine a few times, waiting for the bikers to head out*

Right now some of my favorite artists are ffdp Rittz and Tristam There are a lot more, and they change damn near daily, but those are my favorite right now

*Kevin grins* "If you don't mind a orange R8 next to you, then you can count me in. I might have some anger to get out"

*Kevin leans back in his seat, ordering a coffee and a small breakfast. After the waitress leaves, Kevin does a quick once over to see if he can feel anything broken, satisfied there isn't anything major he relaxes*

*Kevin takes a seat* "Thanks Michael, some good for nothing shitheads think I ripped them off, so they decided to jump me. That noticeable eh?"