::The following sealed letter would be dispatched to the Crimson Courier Service later this morning. It was addressed to one "Lane 'Slapjack' Trey". Destination: Metro City in the nation of Lorquiis.::
Slap.....
Well, well, well. I'm here my nigga. Thank the gods. The trip was really uneventful, and the chicks on the boat were less than what I'm used to. But hey man it's all good. I'll save the sweet details for later. This f***en RhyDin place is very interesting. It's definitely got a load of weirdoes hanging about. A lot looser than the crews in Metro! Get a load of this nonsense, boy. It seems that all the mortal enemies here piss each other off, talk a lot of s**t and vow retribution, blah, blah, blah. Normal right'
Wrong.
These same marks rile up all this s**t and then they just hang out together at this wild freak-show place called The Red Dragon Inn, and pleasantly chat over some booze. Damn sick if you ask me.
In any case, I met up with Dirty out here. He's tightly holdin' down his bar-business. It's called "The Club Blue". Great place Slap! Just like a real live taste of Metro dropped right in the middle of this bizarre city. He sends his best, and yep he's still flying the old Pack colors.
We're already kindling new business talks. There's a load of potential to move in on some operations here bro. I'll get into more on that end later when I have some concrete figures. Trust me when I say that with "The Dirty Dogg" watching our backs down here, this WestEnd place is ripe for a hostile takeover.
Now, I know what you are sitting there waiting to hear. I had to keep you guessing.
Yes, I found her.
She is doing very well. Yes, she looks as f***en amazing as ever and, well, she's still Issy. Gorgeous and tough. Nails. She's set up a solid Sanctuary here in RhyDin, and has collected quite an army of Scathachian warriors to flesh it out. Man, each one of those hotties is more fine than the next. If they weren't Scathachian girls (you know, with the ability to serve us our units for lunch on any given day) I would say that it was the dream team of nWo harems. It's just way too SICK brah! They are booming! And the chicks that they keep company with...f***en unreal. There was this really stacked blue haired bombshell called the "Empress", my god! Jewell was her name. S**t negro, the stories are already abound about that wild one!
Our entire crew would be walking around with constant limps if they were here. No bulls**t man.
One of Issy's Scathachian crew already has eyes for me. She's some Asian warrior chick named "Wing Chung" or "Apple Foo Yong" or something. Crazy Jap can't keep her hands off me. No surprise there though; I'm tha STUFF. But you can't turn your back on those foreigners though, no matter how hot they are.
Anyway, Issy is having some kind of trouble down here. Some warped f**k is literally tearing folks apart and placing the blame on the girls. It's really perverted man. Some of the details are downright heinous! Not unlike that whole Stassi problem a few years back. I-Maxx needs me to do what I do best brah. I'm finna blend with some of the darker elements here to find out firm details. I'll flush the c**ksucker out.
So, I'll be heading out tomorrow night to see what I can serve up. One of Issy's pals is going to hit the streets with me. He is a straight up shooter named Brian Ravenlock. He's engaged to one of the younger Scath girl's, from what I gather (a hottie in her own right). Well, suffice to say, all he's missing is the black and white rag bro. He's our type of people, totally. I trust him to watch my six. Yes, yes he's a cracker but, hey all the best are right?
Alright, enough babbling for now. I had a f***en looooong night. I'll let you figure the rest out my nigga. I'm checked in at the VanderWall Inn in the ritzier part of town, under the sexxxy name of "Mr. Nash". I need luxury to concentrate properly, you know that. Your punk ass can reach me here with any inquiries or home front updates.
Will check back in soon. Give the crew my best; stay tight.
nWo 4 Life
~SCORP
Slap.....
Well, well, well. I'm here my nigga. Thank the gods. The trip was really uneventful, and the chicks on the boat were less than what I'm used to. But hey man it's all good. I'll save the sweet details for later. This f***en RhyDin place is very interesting. It's definitely got a load of weirdoes hanging about. A lot looser than the crews in Metro! Get a load of this nonsense, boy. It seems that all the mortal enemies here piss each other off, talk a lot of s**t and vow retribution, blah, blah, blah. Normal right'
Wrong.
These same marks rile up all this s**t and then they just hang out together at this wild freak-show place called The Red Dragon Inn, and pleasantly chat over some booze. Damn sick if you ask me.
In any case, I met up with Dirty out here. He's tightly holdin' down his bar-business. It's called "The Club Blue". Great place Slap! Just like a real live taste of Metro dropped right in the middle of this bizarre city. He sends his best, and yep he's still flying the old Pack colors.
We're already kindling new business talks. There's a load of potential to move in on some operations here bro. I'll get into more on that end later when I have some concrete figures. Trust me when I say that with "The Dirty Dogg" watching our backs down here, this WestEnd place is ripe for a hostile takeover.
Now, I know what you are sitting there waiting to hear. I had to keep you guessing.
Yes, I found her.
She is doing very well. Yes, she looks as f***en amazing as ever and, well, she's still Issy. Gorgeous and tough. Nails. She's set up a solid Sanctuary here in RhyDin, and has collected quite an army of Scathachian warriors to flesh it out. Man, each one of those hotties is more fine than the next. If they weren't Scathachian girls (you know, with the ability to serve us our units for lunch on any given day) I would say that it was the dream team of nWo harems. It's just way too SICK brah! They are booming! And the chicks that they keep company with...f***en unreal. There was this really stacked blue haired bombshell called the "Empress", my god! Jewell was her name. S**t negro, the stories are already abound about that wild one!
Our entire crew would be walking around with constant limps if they were here. No bulls**t man.
One of Issy's Scathachian crew already has eyes for me. She's some Asian warrior chick named "Wing Chung" or "Apple Foo Yong" or something. Crazy Jap can't keep her hands off me. No surprise there though; I'm tha STUFF. But you can't turn your back on those foreigners though, no matter how hot they are.
Anyway, Issy is having some kind of trouble down here. Some warped f**k is literally tearing folks apart and placing the blame on the girls. It's really perverted man. Some of the details are downright heinous! Not unlike that whole Stassi problem a few years back. I-Maxx needs me to do what I do best brah. I'm finna blend with some of the darker elements here to find out firm details. I'll flush the c**ksucker out.
So, I'll be heading out tomorrow night to see what I can serve up. One of Issy's pals is going to hit the streets with me. He is a straight up shooter named Brian Ravenlock. He's engaged to one of the younger Scath girl's, from what I gather (a hottie in her own right). Well, suffice to say, all he's missing is the black and white rag bro. He's our type of people, totally. I trust him to watch my six. Yes, yes he's a cracker but, hey all the best are right?
Alright, enough babbling for now. I had a f***en looooong night. I'll let you figure the rest out my nigga. I'm checked in at the VanderWall Inn in the ritzier part of town, under the sexxxy name of "Mr. Nash". I need luxury to concentrate properly, you know that. Your punk ass can reach me here with any inquiries or home front updates.
Will check back in soon. Give the crew my best; stay tight.
nWo 4 Life
~SCORP