My pal Wolf and I were screwing around in Freeroam last night when something amazing happened. Be warned,
lots of screenshots (And
much more stupidity) ahead.
It all started with this:
I had just bought a new tank and after rampaging around with it for a while we decided to begin the Pacific Standard job, as the tank set me back 1.5 mil and left me in desperate need of a quick cash injection. On the way there... well, look at the picture. My parking skills leave something to be desired.
On the way to my apartment though, we made a discovery. Without my previous mode of armored transportation we had to make due with what we found on the way to my apartment, but what we found began a string of events that would leave the citizens of Los Santos cowering in fear. What we found was...
THE FAGGIO. And so it came to be that The Scooter Brothers were born, Los Santos' most violent and feared scooter based gang. Wolf is the one driving with the black helmet, and I'm the guy on the back with the skull and cross tattoo. Together we became the scourge of peace and the bane of police, nothing could stop us as we cast aside our thoughts of heisting and plunged LS into a dark age of fear and desperation.
With our newfound vehicle we tore through the streets and cut a path of destruction wherever we went. None could stand before us. All who dared stand against us fell to our might as we tore down the streets on our vehicle, laying waste to all that we saw. It wasn't long, though, before a force arose to challenge us. An enemy so vast and powerful that they held a stranglehold on the whole of San Andreas...
THE FUZZ.
From the murky depths of LS they came by the dozens, the hundreds, legions of blue uniforms giving chase as our swathe of fear carved through the city like a hungry blade and consumed whatever stood before it. They were no match for us and fell in droves, but still their pursuit continued.
Nothing we did could beat them back, but the Scooter Brothers stayed one step ahead of them. They couldn't stop us. We were invincible, a force of nature that couldn't be contained.
The enemy refused to surrender. They chased us through Downtown, Vinewood, Rockford Hills, Strawberry, never losing sight of us for more than a minute. Wounded, but still standing tall, we rounded a corner with the pursuit hot on our heels when the unthinkable happened. A blow so heinous and severe that we never could have envisioned it through our delusions of glory and immortality. Our hubris blinded us to how much we stood to lose...
The backbone of the Scooter Brothers had given out. The chase had damaged her beyond repair and try as we might, we couldn't get her to start. She'd given her all and done everything she could for us, but in the end it was just too much. She died there, on that street, as our enemies closed in. Wolf and I realized that we couldn't let the Five-Oh get their hands on the very symbol of our gang's existence, so we did the only thing that remained for us to do:
A Warrior's funeral. She would leave this world in the same way that she terrorized it: Wreathed in flames and violence. Wolf made the preparations as I held the line against our enemies, trying to buy him the time he needed to finish the ceremony.
He did it! The flames would spread and consume our vehicle, ushering her into the afterlife where she would sow terror and chaos as she gentle hummed up and down the highways of Valhalla, becoming the scourge of Angels just had she had been the scourge of man on Earth. But there was one thing left for us to do...
Wolf and I still had to fight our way through and spread word of Saga of The Scooter Brothers to all who would listen. Ensure that the memory of the most bloodthirsty gang in Los Santos lived on, immortalized in the hearts of everyone everywhere as the very symbol of fear, perhaps even the symbol of death itself. But our foes were numerous and our zeal could only carry us so far...
Wolf fell as we attempted to push our way through the barricade. I was the sole survivor of our gang now. Bloodied but unbroken I pushed on. The only thing around me were corpses. All I could see was death. They died in droves but more always came. They were endless. A sea of deadly blue.
The noose grows tighter. The SWAT team arrives, clad in emotionless black uniforms, wielding sleek and intimidating weapons. They forced the regular officers out of the way and descended upon me with the force of a tidal wave. I kept firing but so did they. Corpses piled around us as they advanced, dauntless and without fear. Like a wall they marched toward me, heedless of casualties. Until, finally, the struggle ended...
I succumbed to my wounds. And so ended The Scooter Brothers, LS's most feared scooter based gang. We were doomed to fade from the minds of those we had terrorized in life as our bodies withered in shallow graves, all but forgotten. Only the unforgiving embrace of the afterlife awaited my brother and I as we entered The Abyss together, not knowing what awaited us on the other side. We were gone.
But wait... what's this?
Could it be?