The streets were a little quiet. People walking the sidewalks as the sun was going down. It was here on 66th Ave where a few were coming into the Deuces Wild Diner for some of the best burgers and fries and pie on this side of town. A typical hang out spot. not just any hangout spot but, THE spot. Usually people were hush hush about what goes on behind the scenes of this place and others who just didn't keep tabs on the streets, even knew there were certain ones in that Diner who not to cross. scanning through, there were a couple people at the counter, 2-3 booths were occupied but there was a table in the middle of the place, a man sitting there munching on his grilled cheese platter and drinking his beer, facing towards the window to watch any and everyone who comes through. With a serious look showing a hint of anticipation, the man stayed quiet while any and all who were around him paid him no mind. It was as if he was invisible, sitting back in his chair without a care in the world while in his mind, there was an upcoming war to which he didn't know the time or place it would occur. But in his gut....he knew it was coming.....
Kill or be killed....I was told that by a great man I knew back in the day. Growing up on the streets, one thing was for certain.... every choice you made....every action you take...meant another day of surviving between life or death. Well...at least that's what me and my family had to deal with on a daily basis. The Name's Donnie...no last name.....just Donnie, Don...or...Wolf. I run the Block 66 Gang. a group of fucks who backs down from no one, who are not afraid to put our money where our mouth is. Who would scour the earth for the fucker or fuckers who double crossed, harm, disrespect or straight kill someone in our family. But...also a group that shows more love deeper than any blood connected family. Everyone in my family is important and if I had to die to save them all...you fuckin right, I'll sacrifice myself in a heartbeat. Our typical day would simply be making money and building rep but it's not always that simple when you have rivals who tries to muscle in on your turf or when you own tribute but disagree with some business deals with your associates that have more resources and power. It's like they are your best ally and worst enemy at the same time. Either you work with them by cooperating with their jobs and deals they hand you, then gain the help you need if you need to heat and muscle to handle an overwhelming enemy or...you can defy them and wait for the day they destroy your whole world.
If it's not enough that I'm having to worry about my rival north of me, The Russian Mob, who we work with, was responsible for the killing of a few members of the Irish Mob because of a deal gone wrong. One thing I know about the Irish....they love to fight and when you start something, you better well know that they will try and finish it."
With the sounds of thumps and clacking, chains jingling, chuckling and mumbling while pipes, bricks, 2x4s, knives, bats, molotov cocktails, wrenches, anything you could think of to use in a melee fight, a group about 20-30 deep was heading down 66th ave towards the Deuces Wild Diner where at the moment Donnie was sitting there watching the outside until his phone went off. Looking down for a moment and answering, the words he heard was "DONNIE! STRAP UP WE GOT COMPANY!"
a brick flew right through the window of Deuces wild as there was a group of guys holding weapons talking smack, heckling and calling Donnie and the rest of Block 66 outside. the leader yell out: "Yo Wolf bring yo bitch ass crew out! Block 66 ain't shit to the WMP Boyz! (The West Memorial Posse- a group based off of West Memorial Blvd, that is part of the same territory that Block 66 and 2 other gangs share within Ivolgin's boundary.) Nobody...not even you or the bitch ass Russian mob can stand against us and our new connect!
With people running and getting out the way, Donnie stood up, quickly pulling out a glock, shooting the first man the ran towards the window trying to get in. "Big Zeke...get everybody...now!" as his enforcer was sitting near the back of the diner and went to contact everyone to get rid of this mess. If this is what was coming, there was a good chance the Irish mob sent this group to handle the 66 while the rest of the Irish mob is out and about heading toward Ivolgin's.
The Irish Mob leader's name is Brian Delaney, a hot tempered man who at times don't seem to have it all there in his head...almost like having a split personality. After his brother was killed, he immediately went into motion to plot the killing of the Ivolgin Mob, as 10 black vans were heading deep into their territory, going through town so to basically rush into Ivolgin's property and manor to kill off anyone who represented that mob. But....were they running into a trap as well?
(Ok Guys, the first post is finally up. I wanted to write more but I did this on my lunch break so it's cut short but Block 66, we have a fight already on our hands and Ivolgin group...you have one coming to you. You are free to move about. You can also make your own random NPCs that are part of the groups that are opposing you. if you beat up and kill a few soldiers and gunmen...that's fine but you can't take out an entire army alone. Again, I was rushing so I couldn't put in more detail but let's make due with what we have for now. Feel free to discuss what you were doing before the attacks started. Either way....let's have fun!)
Kill or be killed....I was told that by a great man I knew back in the day. Growing up on the streets, one thing was for certain.... every choice you made....every action you take...meant another day of surviving between life or death. Well...at least that's what me and my family had to deal with on a daily basis. The Name's Donnie...no last name.....just Donnie, Don...or...Wolf. I run the Block 66 Gang. a group of fucks who backs down from no one, who are not afraid to put our money where our mouth is. Who would scour the earth for the fucker or fuckers who double crossed, harm, disrespect or straight kill someone in our family. But...also a group that shows more love deeper than any blood connected family. Everyone in my family is important and if I had to die to save them all...you fuckin right, I'll sacrifice myself in a heartbeat. Our typical day would simply be making money and building rep but it's not always that simple when you have rivals who tries to muscle in on your turf or when you own tribute but disagree with some business deals with your associates that have more resources and power. It's like they are your best ally and worst enemy at the same time. Either you work with them by cooperating with their jobs and deals they hand you, then gain the help you need if you need to heat and muscle to handle an overwhelming enemy or...you can defy them and wait for the day they destroy your whole world.
If it's not enough that I'm having to worry about my rival north of me, The Russian Mob, who we work with, was responsible for the killing of a few members of the Irish Mob because of a deal gone wrong. One thing I know about the Irish....they love to fight and when you start something, you better well know that they will try and finish it."
With the sounds of thumps and clacking, chains jingling, chuckling and mumbling while pipes, bricks, 2x4s, knives, bats, molotov cocktails, wrenches, anything you could think of to use in a melee fight, a group about 20-30 deep was heading down 66th ave towards the Deuces Wild Diner where at the moment Donnie was sitting there watching the outside until his phone went off. Looking down for a moment and answering, the words he heard was "DONNIE! STRAP UP WE GOT COMPANY!"
a brick flew right through the window of Deuces wild as there was a group of guys holding weapons talking smack, heckling and calling Donnie and the rest of Block 66 outside. the leader yell out: "Yo Wolf bring yo bitch ass crew out! Block 66 ain't shit to the WMP Boyz! (The West Memorial Posse- a group based off of West Memorial Blvd, that is part of the same territory that Block 66 and 2 other gangs share within Ivolgin's boundary.) Nobody...not even you or the bitch ass Russian mob can stand against us and our new connect!
With people running and getting out the way, Donnie stood up, quickly pulling out a glock, shooting the first man the ran towards the window trying to get in. "Big Zeke...get everybody...now!" as his enforcer was sitting near the back of the diner and went to contact everyone to get rid of this mess. If this is what was coming, there was a good chance the Irish mob sent this group to handle the 66 while the rest of the Irish mob is out and about heading toward Ivolgin's.
The Irish Mob leader's name is Brian Delaney, a hot tempered man who at times don't seem to have it all there in his head...almost like having a split personality. After his brother was killed, he immediately went into motion to plot the killing of the Ivolgin Mob, as 10 black vans were heading deep into their territory, going through town so to basically rush into Ivolgin's property and manor to kill off anyone who represented that mob. But....were they running into a trap as well?
(Ok Guys, the first post is finally up. I wanted to write more but I did this on my lunch break so it's cut short but Block 66, we have a fight already on our hands and Ivolgin group...you have one coming to you. You are free to move about. You can also make your own random NPCs that are part of the groups that are opposing you. if you beat up and kill a few soldiers and gunmen...that's fine but you can't take out an entire army alone. Again, I was rushing so I couldn't put in more detail but let's make due with what we have for now. Feel free to discuss what you were doing before the attacks started. Either way....let's have fun!)
