We grew up in the South side. It was always rough around here. We didn’t have much work going, maybe go out now and then, find a target, slice and dice…and take home the loot. But it wasn’t glamorous or nothing.
Not like the boys out in the city.
Nah, we were made of different cloth. We had different goals, because we didn’t have the same opportunities.
Our town was called Bridgewatch, but most ppl just called it BW.I grew up with a couple of the kids from the neighbourhood, who were like me. We weren’t into big hitting loot, just day to day survival really. We would hear about the big boys and their crazy paydays, looting mammoths and shizzles. But us…man we would get hype if we could get our hands on a T5 horse.
As we grew up, I knew this wasn’t the life for me. I wanted better. I wanted to be a high stakes player. Someone who could make big numbers. A real gangster. I was growing frustrated with the small timers I grew up with, going to find cheap hookers in Lazygrass and Smoothfloor. I wanted to go with the big hitters, to the place we called the Bee Zee, or BZ.
Rumours had it, the people there were ruthless killers. No one rolled out on their own there, hell no. You had to wear your gang colours and roll around with your crew. Fk T5 horses, in BZ, ppl would roll around in the all electric Swiftclaws, and that new Japanese Direwolf. Hell, some ppl even had the money to bring out some real high end rides.Sh1t I had only heard about in BW, but never even seen.
I was desperate for that life.
I would talk to my ppls about it all the time, and eventually convinced them to come to the BZ for a peep. Just a 5 minute look, nothing fancy. They agreed.
So we dressed up in our best swagger. Yes, this was gonna be out night to shine. We met up on my boys little island and got ourselves armed to the teeth. Machetes, Axes, Hammers whatever we thought we would need, we got. Right now, we were poor, so we could afford the 4 or 5 inch blades. But we got em’ along with our garms for warfare.
Me..well, I wasn’t into the close combat sh1t. I liked to stay back and assess the situation. So I got my trusted 5 star weapon, I had nicknamed Frosty. Why…coz it was cold as muthafkin ice.
So we started to roll out. This was it…we were really gonna do this.
When we first got to BZ, it was calm. A lot quieter than I had expected. Couldn’t see any of the hot chicks, or the pimped out marks we would read about. To be honest, there weren’t sh1t out here.
Then outta nowhere, we saw next man, from the Op block. He was wearing his colours loud and proud. Red as a mofo.
I shouted ‘get that mofo, go go go’. What a dumbass kid, to come out on his own. This was gonna be easy money for me and the gang.
Bappit hit him with the HUGEEEEE CAMLANNN.I smashed in with my Icey Icey moves, and we were laughing, this was easy money.
Then outta nowhere a heap of red bandana wearing muthafka’s showed up. Bam, splat, windwall, bang bang….it was over.
Man was on his knees.
I woke up in BW. Naked. Cold.
I heard we all got jooked that day. Everything taken. Garms, weapons, rides..the works.
It was hard. We lost a couple of the boys that day. Lost, but not forgotten.
All this time, all I wanted was the money, the garms, the glory of BZ loot.
But now it changed. All I wanted…all we all wanted…was revenge.
[to be continued]
:FFS:
Not like the boys out in the city.
Nah, we were made of different cloth. We had different goals, because we didn’t have the same opportunities.
Our town was called Bridgewatch, but most ppl just called it BW.I grew up with a couple of the kids from the neighbourhood, who were like me. We weren’t into big hitting loot, just day to day survival really. We would hear about the big boys and their crazy paydays, looting mammoths and shizzles. But us…man we would get hype if we could get our hands on a T5 horse.
As we grew up, I knew this wasn’t the life for me. I wanted better. I wanted to be a high stakes player. Someone who could make big numbers. A real gangster. I was growing frustrated with the small timers I grew up with, going to find cheap hookers in Lazygrass and Smoothfloor. I wanted to go with the big hitters, to the place we called the Bee Zee, or BZ.
Rumours had it, the people there were ruthless killers. No one rolled out on their own there, hell no. You had to wear your gang colours and roll around with your crew. Fk T5 horses, in BZ, ppl would roll around in the all electric Swiftclaws, and that new Japanese Direwolf. Hell, some ppl even had the money to bring out some real high end rides.Sh1t I had only heard about in BW, but never even seen.
I was desperate for that life.
I would talk to my ppls about it all the time, and eventually convinced them to come to the BZ for a peep. Just a 5 minute look, nothing fancy. They agreed.
So we dressed up in our best swagger. Yes, this was gonna be out night to shine. We met up on my boys little island and got ourselves armed to the teeth. Machetes, Axes, Hammers whatever we thought we would need, we got. Right now, we were poor, so we could afford the 4 or 5 inch blades. But we got em’ along with our garms for warfare.
Me..well, I wasn’t into the close combat sh1t. I liked to stay back and assess the situation. So I got my trusted 5 star weapon, I had nicknamed Frosty. Why…coz it was cold as muthafkin ice.
So we started to roll out. This was it…we were really gonna do this.
When we first got to BZ, it was calm. A lot quieter than I had expected. Couldn’t see any of the hot chicks, or the pimped out marks we would read about. To be honest, there weren’t sh1t out here.
Then outta nowhere, we saw next man, from the Op block. He was wearing his colours loud and proud. Red as a mofo.
I shouted ‘get that mofo, go go go’. What a dumbass kid, to come out on his own. This was gonna be easy money for me and the gang.
Bappit hit him with the HUGEEEEE CAMLANNN.I smashed in with my Icey Icey moves, and we were laughing, this was easy money.
Then outta nowhere a heap of red bandana wearing muthafka’s showed up. Bam, splat, windwall, bang bang….it was over.
Man was on his knees.
I woke up in BW. Naked. Cold.
I heard we all got jooked that day. Everything taken. Garms, weapons, rides..the works.
It was hard. We lost a couple of the boys that day. Lost, but not forgotten.
All this time, all I wanted was the money, the garms, the glory of BZ loot.
But now it changed. All I wanted…all we all wanted…was revenge.
[to be continued]
:FFS:
You'll Never Walk Alone