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Current Who needs drugs when you can just stand up really fast
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I think I need a new razor. Shaving feels like rubbing a slightly pointy eraser against my face five times.
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It sounds like God is taking a piss on my house outside
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Just noticed that my total amount of reactions recieved is equal to the amount of reactions given. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
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Michael and Franklin

Level 4- (17/40) EXP / Level 3- (11/30) EXP
Location: Hammerhead
Wordcount: 653



It took Trevor a few moments to process what he was seeing. After staring for a moment with a shocked expression, he suddenly stepped forward and embraced Michael, who grimaced as he was pulled into a hug with a man who hadn't showered in weeks. "Michael!" Trevor shouted, pulling away from his friend who quickly brushed himself off. "You're still alive, you fat shit. I thought something would've eaten you by now. And Franklin! You're not dead either." Trevor leaned back, looking at the members of the group milling about, and the monster truck in the distance. "And you've found some new friends. What's with the monster truck?"

"Well, the previous owner attacked us, so we...disposed of him and took it for ourselves. Franklin and some of the others fixed it up." Michael gestured to Franklin, who nodded. "And, uh...look, it's kinda complicated. But..." Michael paused, looking at the tinges of red in Trevor's eyes. He shared a look with Franklin, unsure of what to do. They needed to explain the fact that he was under Galeem's influence, but they didn't know how.

Trevor, meanwhile, looked between the two with confusion growing on his face. "But?" He glared at Michael. "I don't like secrets, Michael. And I can tell there's something going on here."

"It's...alright, you see that big ball in the sky?" Trevor nodded. "It's the reason we're all here. And it has everyone under its influence, expect me, Franklin, and our allies. And if you want to be free, you gotta come with us."

Trevor gave Michael a sideways look. "Buddy, I have no idea what you're talking about. I feel perfectly fine."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're not under its control! Look, I get that you feel fine, and the others people here probably feel fine, too, but that's not the point. It can take control of you, I've seen it happen before!"

"Whatever you say, pal." Trevor said, clearly not concerned by what Michael was saying. Michael could only sigh, seeing that the conversation was going nowhere. Franklin was frowning as well, upset that they seemed to be unable to get through to him.

"So, uh, what are y'all doing here?" Franklin asked, deciding to change the subject.

"Just taking a break, really." Trevor said, taking a sip from his bottle. "Got my truck all fueled up in the back. And, ooh, I've got plans, brother." Trevor broke out into a grin. "I've got plans for this place."

"What, uh...what sorts plans we talking about?"

"Now, this here..." Trevor waved an arm, gesturing to the wilderness behind them. "This is a land of opportunity. It's like the Wild West out here, you know? No cops. No government bullshit. Nothing holding us back." Trevor took another sip of his drink. "I'm gonna bring Trevor Phillips Industries back, and its gonna be bigger and better than ever. And, maybe with some help..." He looked back and Michael and Franklin.

"I appreciate the offer, but we've got our own thing going. Look, if we can take out Galeem, everything returns to normal. We can go home."

"Go home? What, you miss your mansion?"

"I miss my family, Trevor. This world is no place for my kids to grow up."

"Ah, they'll be fine. I mean, look at this place!" He raised his hands. "We have a chance to make something for ourselves! Like the pioneers and shit. Do whatever the fuck we want, 'cause nobody can tell us not to! Fuck the old world, let's make our own!"

"Look, it sounds wonderful. Very utopian. But we're gonna stick to what we're doing."

"Ah, whatever. Have fun with that, then." With a final gulp, he finished the rest of his drink, tossing the bottle aside. "If you get bored with your travelling circus or whatever it is, come and find me." With that, he headed off. Michael and Franklin left soon after.

Alright, tomorrow I will go and get an update out.
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Welcome!
I'll try to get something up soon-ish. My family is coming over tomorrow so I might have to wait.
This does sound interesting.
Michael and Franklin

Level 4- (17/40) EXP / Level 3- (11/30) EXP (+2)
Location: On the Road ---> Hammerhead
Wordcount: 886



Michael was the first to pick up Needles' spirit, holding it up in his right hand. "Well, he looks friendly..." Just by looking at it, he could tell that this was the spirit of a madman. Fusing with it would be a terrible idea. Sure, part of Michael told him that fusing with a spirit would make him powerful, letting him fight without relying on his weapons. Still, the idea disturbed him, and if he had to fuse with a spirit, it sure as hell wouldn't be this one. With a single motion, Michael crushed the spirit in his hand, turning it into a weapon. Whatever weapon came from it, he would keep it in the truck until it was needed. "Well, that's that. I'll let you work on it, I need to rest." He said to Franklin, who nodded, moving to investigate the truck.

Michael began moving away when Linkle offered him a sip of the Lon Lon Milk, something that he remembered as being in the 'loot box' from the castle. He took the bottle and drank about an eight of its contents, handing it back with a nod. "Thanks..." He sighed as he felt his body healing, the milk's effects kicking in nearly immediately. Once Blazermate's Dispenser was set up, he would stand by it, letting its healing abilities fix the rest of his wounds.

Franklin stopped by the Dispenser soon after, picking up a few basic tools to help with the repairs. Seeing this, Michael walked over to test something out. "So, if this can make anything..." He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out his last full Uzi magazine. He held it in front of the machine for a few moments, and suddenly a new magazine popped out. Michael stared at it, grabbing it and comparing it with the original. "Son of a bitch, it works!" He grinned as he put the magazines back into their holders. He still had a means of finding ammo, which meant his guns wouldn't be useless in the long run. He repeated the process with one of his sniper magazines, and then repeated it again, leaving him with a decent supply of ammo for the rifle.

Franklin, meanwhile, began his work on the monster truck. He helped stitch together the broken systems on the vehicle, his knowledge of vehicles helping him identify which parts needed to be worked on. It was hard work, but with the help of Jr. and everyone else, they managed to get the truck working, and made some new modifications. As they finished up working on the truck and began to remove the symbols of its previous owner in favor of their own, Franklin took out a spray can and a stencil from the Dispenser, spraying his gang's symbol on the right side door. "Alright, all good." Franklin said, looking over their work.

"Finally. Let's catch up with the others. Hop in, people." Michael got in the driver's seat, gesturing for those without vehicles of their own to get in before turning on the truck's engine. "Woah...alright, let's hope I don't crash this thing. Jesus..." He drove off, following Kamek and Jr. to where the rest of the group had went, while Franklin followed on his bike.


It didn't take them long to catch up to the rest of the group, stopping at what looked like a truck stop of some kind. Michael could see the rest of the group's vehicles, but also a few unfamiliar people walking around. Stopping the monster truck just outside of the stop, Michael turned off the engine and got out, Franklin pulling up on his bike soon after.

"Well, guess this is the place." Michael said, looking at the place. It looked to be a fairly decent truck stop, with a gas station and some kind of restaurant nearby. Michael frowned as he saw the red eyes of the people nearby, but they didn't seem to be hostile to them. It was clear at this point that being under Galeem's influence didn't make someone immediately hostile, but it still made him uncomfortable. Franklin noticed it too, crossing his arms as he watched people go by. Michael turned to look at him. "They won't attack us immediately, but I'd be careful." Michael said, half-whispering to Franklin.

"Yeah, yeah..." Franklin continued to check out the people nearby, before pausing as he saw someone familiar. His eyes went wide as he took a closer look. "Shit, Mike, look."

"Wha- oh shit." Michael froze as he saw who Franklin was looking at. While he had wondered what happened to him, he didn't expect to see his old friend so soon. Thinking about it, it really wasn't much of a surprise- Trevor Phillips thrived off chaos, and this new world was exactly that. If Michael had to guess, he was probably having a blast out here, running around doing God knows what. "Come on." He began to walk towards him, and Franklin followed.

As they got closer, it was clear that Trevor had the red eyes that the other occupants of the stop shared. That was unfortunate, but expected- as far as they knew, their group were the only ones who weren't under Galeem's influence. "Trevor!" Michael announced, walking towards his old friend. "The fuck are you doing here, man?"



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Michael and Franklin

Level 4- (15/40) EXP / Level 3- (9/30) EXP
Location: On the Road
Wordcount: 535



Michael and Franklin watched as the remaining enemies were dealt with one by one. Franklin stayed back as others engaged Sweet Bot, eventually taking it and its pilot out in an epic battle. Michael mostly stayed back and waited, his wounds slowly healing due to his regeneration. He only had a single Uzi magazine left, and the sniper would be hard to use in this range. Plus, with the destruction of his scooter, there wasn't much he could do.

Soon, only the pilot of the monster truck was left standing. Franklin attempted to find an angle he could shoot at him from, but he was unsuccessful. Michael, due to his injuries, wasn't confident that he could aim his Uzi without hitting an ally, so the two were forced to watch as the rest of the group engaged him. The man apparently could steal souls, as he demonstrated with Banjo and Kazooie- although they soon had their soul returned, with force. The man then took out a soul he had collected, shattering it into a pair of swords. While he was seemingly prepared to go out in a blaze of glory, he did not get it. His attacks missed, and he was eventually crushed by the Centurion without wounding anyone. To their surprise, as he fell countless spirits burst from his chest, heading out into the sky until only his spirit remained.

With the battle over, Michael walked over to his wrecked scooter. Just looking at it, he could tell that it wasn't going to ride again. It had been essentially reduced to a scrap heap, with parts strewn across the ground. "Ah, damn it..." Walking past it, he headed to the monster truck, where Franklin was waiting on his bike. He was looking at the monster truck, but when Michael called out to him, he turned to face him.

"Shit, man, they fucked you up." Franklin noted, looking over Michael's wounds.

"I'll live." Michael gritted his teeth, the pain still there. Looking back up at the monster truck, he saw Peach taking the driver's spirit in. "What the..." The two covered their eyes as the princess was enveloped in bright light, and when they put their hands down, a changed woman emerged. She now looked more like a biker than a princess, and her voice had changed as well. She said that she felt a connection to their spirits, and that she could remove them. It made sense- if she gained the powers of the person she absorbed, she must have gained the ability the driver had that let him take people's spirits out.

"Well. That's different."

"Yeah...well, what now?" Michael turned to face Franklin. "My bike's busted."

"Well..." Franklin drove his bike to the back of the monster truck, where Bowser Jr. was preparing to repair it. Michael followed behind. "We could fix this thing up, and then you could drive it."

"If it doesn't take too long, sure. If not, I'll just ride on the back of your bike."

Franklin nodded, flipping out the kickstand and setting his bike down. He walked over to Bowser Jr. "Well, it don't look too damaged. Let's see if we can get it moving again, at least."

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