Being the 5th offer from an esteemed family I rejected just that month, I was beginning to fear the worst. However, like many things, these fears were pushed to the back of my mind as I got back to work. The fact that DollaBank was going to bring in $400.000 in profits that month also helped put my mind at ease. As the day ended and I finished my work, I said goodbye to my employees and started to head home. Once again I turned on 44.3 Outlaw and ignored all the politics. Driving through Roseport I noticed my usual butcher was closed for the day. This having ruined my plans for a home cooked steak dinner, I was left with the sole option of eating out. As I entered my apartment building, I couldn’t find the doorman, even though he’s usually on shift at that time. I looked around but didn’t really mind it either way maybe he was on a smoke break. The elevator was thankfully empty this time, though I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that someone was watching me. As the elevator climbed the feeling intensified. I kept looking at the curved mirror even though I knew the elevator was empty aside from myself. A faint, musty smell began to manifest in the elevator as I drew closer to my floor. It was familiar but I couldn’t quite figure out exactly what it was. It almost smelled like a rusty, uncleaned gas grill 3 days after it was last used. The smell grew stronger as I approached my floor. When the elevator doors opened, it’s strength increased by 10. The entire floor smelled like it. The closer I was to my apartment, the stronger the smell became. Thoughts and fears raced through my head. My chest starting pounding. Everything the mobsters said to me when I turned down their offers was playing back in my head. What did they do? Which family was this!? Why does it smell!?! The feeling of being watched grew stronger. I could barely pull out my keys and open the door. The keys rattled together in my hand as I tried to fit it into the lock. After an excruciating 2 minutes, I was finally able to pick the right key and turn the lock. I opened the door a crack. I didn’t want to see what it was. The smell grew 100 times stronger. My heart rate spiked even more. With a grunt, I pushed my door open. My eyes widened. My heart punched my ribs faster. My stomach climbed up a foot. The red dripped down every wall and filled every crack in the floor. Staining all the furniture and painting all the windows. Blood. I slammed my door shut. My knees buckled. Everywhere. I covered my mouth with my hands but it didn’t help. My stomach climbed up another foot dumping its contents on the floor. I sat there leaning over my dinner until my heart rate fell and I felt comfortable enough to call 911. The police arrived in 5 minutes. In 30 minutes my building was a crime scene. I sat outside on a brick wall with a blanket. One of the officers stood next to me. He tried to assure me that I was safe, saying they were assigning this case to an FBI agent. Someone named Anderson. I didn’t care much. I called Tyrone and told him what happened. He said he would let me stay at his place until my apartment was cleaned up. The officers gave me a ride. I thanked them knocked on Tyrone’s door, said hello and fell asleep the instant I touched his couch. End.

Ahh. Thank you for clarifying.

Stress system will definitely be on official servers. Not sure where you're getting that info from.

“Lynda could you could the rep from People’s Party hold? I feel I should address our qualms with the esteemed family first” “Sure, I’ll just tell them you're not a dirty communist and to call back some other time.” Lynda chuckled. Millions of dollars I think to myself millions When I arrive in the lobby Tyrone, the 230-pound black man, who’s head of security, my personal bodyguard and a childhood friend of mine, is sweating bullets. While he normally gets nervous over the insipid, I'd never seen this amount of perspiration before. “Tyrone is everything alright?” I ask sincerely. “Look, man; all I’m gonna say is you better not do anything to piss these guys off. I don’t want them after my ass when I gotta save yours.” “I’ll try buddy,” I say giving him a pat on the back, realizing just how serious this could get. “Where are the guests in question? Is that them over there?” I point to the leather couch we have on the right side of the lobby. “Bullseye” I begin walking over to greet the members of the esteemed family. Before I can say anything one of them stands up and attempts to embrace me. Before he gets too close and breaches my, as Tyrone calls it. security perimeter I stick out my hand for a formal handshake. After a quick frown flashes across his face, he accepts my handshake graciously. “Mr. Pecuniam, it is an honor to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mason Langston. These are my god brothers Vito and Cheeky. We’ve come a long way to your home turf in order to give you an offer you cannot refuse.” Given their Italian accents, expensive suits and the fact my company has denied their offers before, I fear the worst. I take a deep breath and sit down across from them. “Straight to business then” I muttered, attempting to hide the anxiety in my voice. “Please, tell me your proposal. I’m all ears” “You see, being an esteemed family, we often acquire a great deal of cash from our various businesses, we would greatly appreciate if your company could manage these…” “No. Absolutely not” “Mr. Pecuniam this would lend you a great deal of favor with the Family it would benefit both parties...” “I said no. If that is your final offer I don’t care. Banks run on trust, I can’t do anything my clients wouldn’t approve of. If you still refuse to leave I’ll have my security escort you out. Please do not come back.” Tyrone overhearing this attempts to object“It’s your job!” I respond sternly across the lobby then mouth out “I’m sorry” as he started walking to my side. “Very well,” Mason Langston said. “We cannot complain about an answer from the top. We will take our leave now.” My eyes locked onto them as they exited the lobby. Their footsteps echoed as they began backing away towards the exit. I felt beads of sweat forming on my neck. Tyrone reached for his chest holster and murmured security codes into his radio. Silence befell upon the lobby as various clients started taking notice of the events unfolding. More footstep echoes. A door opening. A car starting. As The Langston family drove away, Tyrone and I exhaled simultaneously and returned to our work without a word. Working on part 3 right now. Will be a conclusion to the story.

Won't pay out money? Ever heard of advertising? Charge player businesses to advertise on your radio station and boom profit.

If you give them an offer they can't refuse... as in, millions and millions of dollars, they probably will give up equity of their company. You could mess with the market, as it is a player based economy, though I imagine it will be difficult to have a significant impact. At the current moment there are no publicly traded companies, though that does not mean companies could not go public, if someone were to setup a market for them to be traded.

Just wondering how long you've been signed with Atlas.

They have stated they want to do a hybrid player driven economy. So good will be available for purchase from AI vendors, however, players can start their own businesses selling goods they bought from a player owned factory. There will be a central "shipping" marketplace in which hauling jobs will be created by players or AI vendors.

You guys posting videos are all missing a crucial component of Japanese Drift Racing: Shitty Eurobeat Techno. There's a real video below.

Shhhh! You're gonna get yourself killed. Don't say that in The Hideout.

Damn @Kickapoo, since when did you sell your soul to Atlas? Guess I missed the memo on that one.

Can you source this? I'm pretty sure I've seen them say they wanted to include as many different types of clothing as possible.

You are going to make so much money from gambling on these fights. Please consider depositing this at DollaBank LLC. This is a great idea.

Those ships are mainly used for international shipping, wouldn't really make sense to have them to transport things from one town to the other

Actually, I can't believe I forgot about this. There is a method for players to turn IRL cash into in-game cash. If there is a store where people can buy skins or aesthetic items for real cash, you could then sell these items on the in-game market, turning them into in-game cash. This isn't pay2win though as the price is still affected by market forces, so you can't just generate infinite money (a la buying gems in clash of clans)

That's a cool idea.

The reason the videos take so long to make is because they are, in my opinion, very flashy and, in my opinion, over the top. They try to make it look like everything is working perfectly and in a near complete state, when in reality this is far from the truth.

Sorry, no pay2win in this game.

My business obtains starting capital intrinsically through its functionality.

May want to change your name, as there is already an Atlas Corporation.

Do not expect saints row levels of Customization. There is no way in hell they have the budget for that. However, I think it's very likely female characters will be able to wear suits.

I think that just having a fee to prevent trolls and spam accounts is enough.

You will either have to evade them, or plan your robbery in a stealthy way. Or take hostages. Etc.

I definitely hope more people start posting scenes about their RP characters and I hope you continue this one. Great start.

As long as you kidnap and torture them first, while leaving a trail of clues that a clever defective will track down and eventually use to bring you to justice