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GOA Arbusto

ROSA: Republik/Revolucion

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Mxyzptlk

I'm entering the Arms Race, the deadline is friday midnight (eastern US time) which is probably 6am saturday for you.

I know most people can't film more than 30 seconds on PC so the race idea is a bit unfair of the General. I'll win it for the rebels and he can kiss my ass!

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SatanOnFire

Good cool.gif

 

Arbusto: I think you should make street prices for guns and/or make someone only awailable in special-contests, like mp5 is only import but the bullets/clips should be #### per unit.

The only thing sad is then we have to put up money stuff sad.gif

 

My idea was no good anyways ph34r.gif

 

Mxy: The time is 23:40 here now if that clears anything up wink.gif

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pdescobar

I'm not going to be an active participant in this, at least for now, but I do read some of it and think it's interesting. So here's a brief little contribution:

 

Citizen Escobar trudges home from another boring day on the job. As he walks through the alleys of Jefferson, he sees some green posters on the wall and a stack of papers on the ground. Curious, he takes a closer look.

 

"Aha! The rumors are true!" he thinks. "There is a revolution, and the propaganda war has begun." Carefully checking to make sure he is alone, he quickly picks up a leaflet and stuffs it deep within his bag. Citizen Escobar then walks home just a little bit quicker, the merest hint of hope on his face...

 

And this is what he saw on those walls:

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So, err, there ya go. Use if you like, edit if you want. The green colors are from Mxy's "uniform," lol

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Mxyzptlk

Those are great pd! Thanks, I know a lot of the Resistance will use them.

As if the police weren't having a hard enough time already, the rebels continue to build solidarity! Death to Arby!

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Oddsock

This is my first story! Don't worry Mxyz, it doesn't involve my......"idea....."

 

New to the Business

 

"I'M BORED!" I yelled once more into the hot, humid air. "I'M BORED I'M BORED I'M BORED! BORED BORED BORED! BORED-Y BORED-Y BORED! MOTHERF*CKING BORED! BORED LIKE A BOARD THAT'S BEEN BORED! THAT F*CKING BORED!!!"

 

This was about the thirty-third time I had sung my "Bored" song. At least it kept me slightly entertained as I added new verses on each time. I myself was new to ROSA. I had joined because I enjoyed the idea of flight, but commerical flying and private flying was so strict it was no real fun. One minor mishap could get you shot down, or worse. Yes, there was a worse. Flying for ROSA meant some good, clean flying, with the only real downside being that you had to check in every five minutes. The brass was getting frisky around the Rebel's air supply lines.

 

I had to admit, their ideas were ingenious, from what we had found. Every time we caught some contraband, they thought of some brand new way to hide it. Last time was storing things in the undercarriage area. All they needed was a bribed ROSA worker to get the goods when the plane landed.

 

Anyway, it turns out they had plenty of pilots, and they did, but they were always recruiting. However, they noticed my knowledge on aircraft, and hooked me up as an aircraft engineer at an abandoned airfield in Verdant Meadows. At least I get paid for this bullsh*t. Year-round, it's blistering hot in the day, and forty-degrees Farenheit at night.

 

 

As I was running backwards in circles singing my song within the A/C tower, an unusual message crackled through.

 

"Alphh... Delta De...ta Seven-Seven-T....Niner on finalllllll approach and requesting permission to lan....." the voice said through the static.

 

I stopped running and picked up the little speaky-doodad that let me talk.

 

"Roger Alpha Delta Delta Seven-Seven-Two-Niner, you are cleared to land."

"Roger." came the reply.

 

Within about two minutes the two-seated Rustler had landed on the sandy field, kicking up dirt and gravel. It rolled to a halt, but did not shut down its engine. I ran up to the pilot.

 

"Hello! What's the problem?" I shouted.

"I am supposed to pick you up, we need to head to the War Propaganda Bureau in San Fierro!" He shouted back.

"Okay, hold on!" I said, ran to pick up some gear, then got in the waiting plane and strapped myself into the backseat. These Rustlers had been modified to carry VIP's and special supplies.

 

"Here!" He shouted, and tossed a parachute to me.

"Come on, I won't--"

"Put it on!" He said sternly. He was not longer smiling. Obediently, I put on the parachute and we went on our way.

 

It was nice to fly again, especially hands-free. We darted over the mesas and canyons, past the Garver Bridge, and began heading for the San Fierro International. The sky was crammed with Hydras, and Andromadas.

 

As we passed the Zombotech building with it's triangular shape, I noticed a streak of deep gray smoke slowly curving torwards us from behind. In the distance I saw a man in a white coat on an adjacent rooftop. He dropped a large, cylindrical weapon. I panicked, and started slapping the guy's seat in front of me. He turned around and before he could finish saying "What?" He pulled up, but it was no use.

 

First, I saw the blue sky, then a horrible crash, and I saw stars. I felt air rushing against me, and I reached for my ripcord. The chute unravelled and the opening shock jolted me, and again I saw stars. Finally, I opened my eyes to see small bits of flaming wreckage spilling onto the streets, and the Rustler, with it's tail and wing blown off, slowly drifted, flaming, into the asphalt below, sending up a red ball of fire and pushing several cars and people backwards with its shockwave.

 

I noticed my seat was still attached around my feet. I wiggled it off, and saw the chest straps had been torn out from overuse. And then right there, wouldn't you know it, I saw I was falling into the middle of the triangular Zombotech building. I looked and saw the pilot get caught on an antenna, but then his chute ripped and he fell down into the hole, bouncing a bit at the end. His torn chute closed over him, his death veil.

 

My chute (not from the in-game one, a real one) was slowly drifting forward. I tried with all my might, but I impacted upon the reinforced windows and solid cement structure. My entire front of my body felt incredibly pain, and I blacked out for maybe ten seconds or so, because when I regained my vision, I was on the ground, facing up, laying sprawl-eagle on the dirt that was part of the little group of trees in the middle of the building. My chute collapsed and fell on some trees, bending them.

 

Several people grouped around me, staring into my eyes. I stared into them. Finally, a ROSA medic team appeared over my head, released me from my chute, loaded me onto a stretcher, then put me in an ambulance and closed the doors. I became darker, but not fully.

 

I knew now that must find the man who killed the pilot, the friend I never knew.

 

TBC.

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Mxyzptlk

Nice one Oddosck! I hope it's me that killed your little buddy! devil.gif

 

His torn chute closed over him, his death veil.
best part

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Bryce.
great story OdDsOcK. I'm excited to see waht happens next

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Mxyzptlk

As my #3 bus rolled up the Venturas strip, I watched the passing faces. There goes Grief.... that one is Hopelessness... the man on the corner is Hatred. More and more people step off the bus, entering closed down casinos converted to housing, or disappearing into bars and unmarked buildings. Just me and the bus driver left now.

 

Waiting at the stoplight, there's a tap on the door, someone wanting on. The driver checks his watch, 5:30, and shakes his head, refusing entry. He knows curfew is coming and he needs to be home before the police patrols. The ragged teen outside holds up his ticket: a $10 note; and the door opens. The kid sits behind the driver and I go back to watching people melt off the streets. After a few minutes the driver and teen are arguing, he wants to go off the route to a buddies' house. Just then, the kid pulls a knife on the driver, who slams the brakes and begins to wrestle with the boy. I jump up and walk swiftly up to them, and pull the kid away, one hand on his wrist.

"Let me go! I have to get home!" he shouts at me.

The driver has opened the door and run from the bus, leaving me and a crazy kid sitting at the stoplight just off the strip.

"Shut up kid, you'll be arrested for this bullsh*t. Drop the knife, I'll take you someplace safe."

"Who the hell are you? You can't help me, you're just some old pervert. Rape! Rape!"

Flustered, I decide to shut him up; punching him in the face hard. The boy slips down onto the floor dazed. I take the knife and toss it out the door, close it, and drag the boy back into a seat; then I get behind the wheel and start driving towards Prickle Pine.

 

"Wake up, stupid," I say, slapping the kid in the face lightly. The bus is parked in front of Yellow Bell country club. The kid comes around, looking at me with rage, but knowing I'm much too big to mess with. We step off the bus, I look west as the sun sets.

"You gonna rape me now, sicko?" he says and spits on the ground.

I point to the Yellow Bell entrance and tell him,

"Go inside, there's a lounge in the lobby, you can sleep there."

"But this is Prickle Pine! I thought this place was all poisoned! What are we doing here?" he pleads with me.

"Kid, I made up that story to get the ROSA out Prickle Pine. Tomorrow, walk around and you can have any house you'd like." I tell him, then I walk away towards home.

 

"Wait mister... I.... I got some friends... they don't like ROSA either. Can you help us?"

I look around the streets for awhile, at the empty houses, the stillness.

"We'll bring them here. Prickle Pine is safe for now, and it sure beats living in attics or basements. Let's go."

The boy's mood is completely different now, excited, hopeful, a we get back onto the bus and I drive west where the kid pointed. It's after six now, curfew time; as we stop at a large fence gate, the sign reading "KACC Military Fuels. No trespassing, violators will be shot and survivors will be shot again."

The kid reaches over, and honks the bus's loud deep horn, making me nervous. What if the police hear this sh*t? Then, a couple people come from around the corner, up the gate, looking through at the bus. They recognize the teen with me and unlock the gate, letting us inside the compound.

"Who's this jerkass, Guillermo?" one says, eyeballing me as I lean against the bus. Other people are coming out of the warehouse now, seeing what's up.

"He's the king of Prickle Pine, man! This guy has houses for all of us! We can sleep in read beds, eat real food again!" the teen enthusiastically yelled to the gaping audience, as heads turned to me questioningly. I just nod, then look up and ask a guy near me: "Say bud, is that a helicopter up there?"

 

end

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SatanOnFire

Good story! tounge.gif

 

HeHe, now we got a chopper cool.gif

 

Im writing a story later today!

 

But why are all we noted as Freedom Fighters? Not Resistance?

 

To we have to join up in a story? confused.gif

 

 

His torn chute closed over him, his death veil.

 

That was genius! icon14.gif

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Mxyzptlk

Freedom Fighters are just another name for resistance fighters.

We could call ourselves anything like: revolutionaries, rebels, guerrillas, separtists...

ROSA would call us names like: terrorists, insurgents, anarchists, traitors....

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SatanOnFire

Im a Resistance freedom fighter! inlove.gif

 

rampage_ani.gif to ROSA!

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F-s-X

Nice story mxy. Take it as it takes place one day before this one.

 

My arm was feeling better. They had patched it up. The plans to get back the KACC Military fuels were in the making. Loud discussions took place in the Ministry of Defense. Some wanted to blow the sh*t up while others wanted to wait and see. But we all knew we didn’t had much time. We had been keeping the base under surveillance and yesteday they stole a helicopter.

 

After a long discussion they made a decision. I was going back with a team to use stealth to get back the base. I didn’t have much to say and soon I were on my way in a helicopter to be realesed in the desert behind the base. I had three ROSA SWAT members with me. Nick, Steve and Mike were their names. We got out of the helicopter at 21.00 and started making our way to the base. At 21.15 we arrived at the base and Nick took a knife and started cutting a hole in the fence. It was so dark that we didn’t notic the guard who was smoking until after we got through the fence. But he didn’t notice us either.

 

I put my hand up to the others to tell them to hold their positions. I slowly sneaked towards the guard. When i got close enough I quickly put my hand on his head and cracked his neck. I carried the body away and told the others to come. We entered a door that was close to were the guard was. Suddenly the alarm broke, I looked behind us and saw a camera. How could we be so stupid? We knew there were cameras all over the place.

 

But there were nothing we could do about it now. I took my M4 in my hand and we started making our way to the office on the top floor. Mike requested back up on the radio. Our skills were importand as we made our way through the floors. At last we made it up to the top floor. Suddenly Mike and Steve got hit and fell to the ground. I looked around and saw no one until I was greeted by Nick pointing his gun at my.

 

“Drop the weapon Colonel!” he told me. I didn’t have much choice so I dropped my weapon.

 

“Why are you doing this Nick?” I asked him.

 

“Yesterday, when the photos fell from the air and I saw one ROSA officer hitting an innocent man, I realised what we were fighting for. Nothing but corrupt pigs!”

 

“If they only obeyd the law they would get in trouble” I replied but he ignored me and took me in the room we were fighting to get in to. There was a man, looking confident. They tied me up to a chair.

 

You’re in the exact same position as a revolutionary I saw when we came here” The man said “but he was dead” he paused “and he was my brother!”

 

I didn’t reply. I knew that reinforcements would come soon. Suddenly I felt a hit in my head and I blacked out. In my uncounsioness the ROSA had taked back the base. But when i woke up I were in a place I never seen before. I knew I were in trouble. Thoughts were going in my head. i could have gone on a hunt after a terrorist, ARBUSTO had asked me. That choice seemed to have been better now...

 

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Mxyzptlk

Awesome story Fsx! Tying in Panda's propaganda was really cool.

And the Resistance has a prisoner! Death to Arbusto!

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ali_r
House is miss-spelled in the first post.

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GOA Arbusto
House is miss-spelled in the first post.

 

-From The Desk Of Arbusto-
Thank you Citizen, I've corrected the error and had the traitor who made it executed. You have a good eye for detail and a passion for the Cause! How about joining my elite ROSA corps and protecting the people from the evil terrorists?
-Long Live The Republik!-

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everen

Short story:

 

Everen walked out with his bust-out tools. Suddenly, a group of people started charging at him.

'DIE, RESISTANCE SCUM! LET US KILL YOU AND WE GET OUR BOUNTY!'

Bounty? Everen thought.

'Shaddap!' Everen shouted and he closed the door, locking it with special door-locks.

After that, molotov cocktails were thrown in his home.

'I'm in trouble.' Everen said to himself.

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SatanOnFire

I like your story's Everen but can you please write in 1.person confused.gif

 

I think that would sound better blush.gif

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Mxyzptlk

My rebel comrades! Just 15 hours left before the truck carrying guns leaves Ocean Docks LS. Race there from Pier 69 in SF while havinga 4 star wanted level.

 

The dirty cops can try to meet the truck in Ocean Docks after they leave from Area 69.

(Racers must submit unedited videos, and stay on paved roads)

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Andyzoot

start3 days after the horror of the day that Carl and the Triple F decided to take on the SFPD I finally have the courage to step outside of my new shack in El Quebrados. It is a small town where cowboys still live. I thought they were a thing of the past in San Andreas now but obviously I was wrong. I'm not used to being in such a small area where it seems everybody knows each other by name as they all greet each other when they pass. I shouldn't have to worry about the ROSA police anymore. It seems they have given up on me and the Local Police Department look so bad they probably couldn't catch a cold.

 

I look on the floor in front of me an notice the local paper. I pick up it and look through it, hoping for news on what has happened to the Triple F......There it is! Page 7. Half a page dedicated to "Freedom Fighter Frenzy" I skim through the article annd find out the news I had been dreading

 

 

The Rebel's ringleader, Carl Roberts was by SWAT guards in the Fracas

 

A tear drop splashes on the newspaper and smudges the text. I carry on reading....

 

 

SWAT had no alternative when they discovered that The Rebels were going to  slit the throat of the SFPD's Chief. Only a few members who gave themselves up were able to survive. They then gave information on the group known as "The Triple F"

 

So that's how they knew where to come looking for me and Trevor.

 

 

Police are now asking for any witnesses who saw suspicious activity around the San Fierro Shipping Yard and also a speeding car who was said to come from the Shipping Yard

 

Hmm, so ROSA are on my trail. I will have to tread carefully and lay low. I dropped the newpaper into a nearby bin and retired to my shack. The Triple F may be gone but the fire within me still exists and will not go out till ROSA is dead....

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baptiste

i want to write stories. so save me. or i will have to ghet myself busted out.

nice stories everybody

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Mxyzptlk
i want to write stories. so save me. or i will have to ghet myself busted out.

nice stories everybody

Yes someone please help him. This topic needs more teamwork and cooperation, instead of everyone writing for personal glory.

 

I already did a prison break, and I've never been to SF or have any pretext to be there.

Sweet was supposed to work with Bap on a story but he doesn't even come to the topic.

Panda has his own ideas but he seems in the best position to help.

Maybe Satan could find some reason to get to SF and find out about Bap and save him.

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Oddsock

Continuing my story...

 

New to the Business Pt. II

 

I left the hospital within a day. The only real problems were some cuts and brusies. Luckily, I had been spared the fate of my unknown -- and now dead -- friend.

 

Before I left, a courier had come to inform me that getting out of San Fierro would be a problem, since the city was on a higher alert due to the attack. All of the members from the War Propaganda Bureau had scattered, and two were killed by other attacks whilst leaving the city.

 

I cursed the rebels. They were just making life harder for all of us. Have they not seen that for one of ours, they pay with ten more? Have they not seen that they were making civilians' lives worse? They were forcing us to delve deeper, intruding more into civilians' lives. Every attack meant we had to make things harder. Checkpoints, searches, random interrogations, everything. They made lives miserable. If they had stopped now, with no more attacks, no more devious and cowardly schemes, the state would be a beautiful and free place to live, compared to what it was now.

 

I looked across the street and my adrenaline pulsed. Talking to a man in a blue sweater was a man in a white trenchcoat. I remembered on that roof, a man in a white suit had shot that SA-9. As they talked, I stood and watched. Just watched. I felt it inside me that the trenchcoat man was avoiding my gaze. He knew who I was, especially since I was in my newly-patched uniform. Finally, he took a small glance at me. His gaze met mine. In slow motion, we stood. We read each other's thoughts. He knew I was coming for him. I knew he knew, and was getting out of there.

 

He quickly turned to his partner, and they talked for three more seconds, in a higher volume. They shook hands, then they left. The sweater man went left. The trenchcoat man, right. Slowly, I began to follow him.

 

He turned a corner and I broke into a ran. Good reason too, because when I turned the corner he had begun running. I chased him, people staring at us as we ran past. Finally, he turned into a brick alley in Chinatown. I turned the corner and he was gone. Only ten feet ahead of me was a brick wall.

 

Just in case, I ran to the wall and started patting it down, trying to find an entrance. Suddenly, a thunk came from behind me, and I whirled around, only to see the trenchcoat man staring at me, with a silenced M9 leveled at his stomach. He said one thing: "They call me Mix." And then he fired. A small cough came from the weapon, and suddenly pain lashed through my midsection. I grabbed my stomach and doubled over, then looked down. Blood spilled onto my left hand. He had shot me in the left stomach area.

 

I fell onto my knees and keeled over, landing on my side, paing grabbing me. He stood over me as my vision blurred, then he reached down and took my credentials. I faded out with the horrible thought of what was to come; No credentials + ROSA uniform meant torture...or worse.

 

 

TBC.

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baptiste

nice story there OdDsOcK. i hop[e you die you rebublik scum of of the earth> i just love this insult. lol

i liked the part with

 

they call me mix
that was wasome.

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everen

Everen ran to the addic of his home, and opened the roof.

"Time for my home made chopper to take off!" He shouted.

He started the engine, flew over the rioting people, still shouting about Everen, and suddenly, the engine blew up.

 

Everen with some machine parts fell down on the ground, on a roof. He bounced down, next to the raging people.

"Aye, there he is! Get that *Beep!*" One drunk guy shouted.

"Can't we talk about i-" Everen asked, before a bat hit his skull. Everything became darker and darker... And his lights went out.

 

So there was Everen again. Jailed. No file this time. He saw a bust-out tool on a desk nearby.

"Hey, you okay, dude?" Somebody said. It was Baptiste, who sat 3 cells further.

"I'm okay... for a bit."Everen had headaches. He made a little rope of his shirt and threw it tied to a rock to his bust out-tool. It hooked, and Everen pulled it in.

HE broke out of the cell with the Lockbreak missle.

 

(Baptiste can continue the next part if he wants. colgate.gif )

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MI7
Uh can I just butt in and say that I'm releasing baptiste in a video later tonight...go with whichever ending you want bap.

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baptiste

story.

m17 relese my escape anyway cause nothing happens in this story>lool

 

while everen was breaking out i had rested and had regained my strenght and skills. i located a weak point in the cell bars and forced with all my strenght. the bars barely moved. i was hopelles. suddenly everen came and did the sam thing he had done with his cell and the bar lifted open. i was amazed by his capability of dpoing things.

i asked him

 

"is youre shack safe"

"no are you kidding they probably destroyed it by now"

"how about youre crib"

"my crib aint a crib"

"what do you mean"

" i mean it sucks"

"so is youre house safe"

"no but i gotta go pick up some stuff"

"lets go"

"wtf do you mean lets go. are you f*cking stupid."

"dude chillax man its cool"

" no its not cool. we atre trapped in some bassement in some military facility. for allwe known we could be in another state"

"oooh yeh i guess youre right"

"damn right im right"

"so what do we do"

" we find a plan to get out of this place without gettinng seen"

"thats looks pretty hard"

" its hard all right. youre a dumbass"

"sorry dude my mom just got killed"

"sorry mate but you need to be more carefull k"

"sure mr baptiste"

"jeez when will you learn"

" il learn when you stop critisizing me"

" look im youre superior and you obey to my orders"

"yes sir. so how do we gat put of here"

"how the f*ck would i known"

 

we both stood there in almost complete darkness with an armored door to cross and a whole militrary place to cross. as i said before we were hopeless.......

 

 

hope you like. nothing really happens but meh.

Edited by baptiste

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Mxyzptlk

Nice one Bap, it was funny biggrin.gif

 

After shooting the ROSA pilot recruit, I had taken his ID; so I began stuffing his cards into my wallet when a sheet of paper fell out. Curious, I picked it up, examing it:

 

Arm Race 19112005 1200 Ocean Docks

Of course! The gun truck, I had forgotten. Now, I needed a ride and quick, only 6 hours till the truck was gone. I jog down the sidewalks of San Fierro, then I spot it; an NRG-500, parked at Pier 69. No time to worry about the police, I have a deadline. So, I hop on and wire it, starting the engine and revving up. A few patrolmen nearby see me and radio for back up.... time to go.

 

Arms Race video (putfile streaming)

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baptiste

good job mixie. when you killed those cops it was to regain 4 stars or you just felt like killing them.lol

 

ahahaha arbusto you thought you could disavantage us with youre 4 stars. well you were wrong. with mixie on our side we ca, do anything.

 

so what the reward?

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Mxyzptlk

Unless a cop gets a better time, all the rebels get MP5 sub machine guns. I shot the police so they wouldn't knock me off the bike and arrest me as I got back on. confused.gif

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Mp5! tounge.gif

 

Go Mxy! Great video!

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