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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 3:01 pm
Slowly, you release the clutch and shift into first. After only stalling it once, you exit through the rickity gates of the Junkyard. The balder than Mr.Clean tires swivel the back end out over loose gravel. Stopping, you apply your Indicator and make a turn. Instantly, you recognize the power and handling prowess of your new vehicle over your last.
With a smile on your face, you drop it from third gear into second and feel the burst of raw acceleration. With the tires breaking loose and chirping, you let out a "Yahoo!" as you pass vehicles on the road. Before you know it, you've been enjoying your new car for nearly two hours.
You pull into a Gas Station, as the gauge on your dashboard informs you that your gas resevoir is almost empty. Turning off the ignition, you remove your keys and spin them playfully on your finger. Slamming the door behind you, you remove the pump nozzle and proceed to fill your car with Premium, something you hadn't done in years.
Inserting your Credit Card, you finally notice how dark it has gotten. The weather has gotten quite nippy aswell as you pull your light jacket over yourself. Finishing up the transaction, you reach for the handle of your car but a vicious howl nearly pierces your ears. Some sort of mechanical sound echoes through the night sky on the vicious winds.
Entering your car, you turn on the heat and move away from the Gas Station. In your play-time earlier, you had wandered from your neighborhood. Only being in the area a few times before and never at night, you creept through the streets.
After a few moments, you realize that your Heater is giving off an awful stench. Even though the car is quite toasty now, you wave your hand about and turn it off, rolling down the windows. With a bit of a cough, you pull to a redlight.
"Strange." You comment, noticing that there is not another car on the road. And also, how foggy it has become in the last couple of minutes. Revving lightly in neutral, your car's engine is soon muffled out over the horrendous sound that you encountered earlier. It seems close this time.
Leaving the light, you continue driving down the dark road. Things begin to look familiar before the sound is heard again, your car rolling through a dense patch of fog. Soon, the fog is illuminated with not only your headlights but others. As you move through the fog, you see the headlights again. The sound of a car coming in very fast echoes through your cabin.
"I better get over, he wants this lane...I guess." You mutter, changing lanes. Sounding as if it was coming at mach speeds, you wait to see the car go by. And you wait some more. Finally, getting rather curious, you glance in your side mirror.
To your horror, you find nearly thirty cars in a large pack sitting behind you. You soon find yourself swarmed by them as they pass by and surround your vehicle. Trying to orientate yourself in the flurry, you notice all the vehicles are Honda's and have a decal that reads: "Civic Nation" on the back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 3:03 pm
As you drive along, looking frantically from side to side as the cold air whips inside your cabin, you step on the brakes before a car can block you from behind. With your wheels slowing and your lone vehicle pulling away from the swarm of Honda Civic's, you dart into a side-street as you see their brakelights come on.
With two hands on the steering wheel, you dodge a parked car while the echoing sound returns. As you move onto a main road, cars begin to pour out from every alleyway and street. Before you even have time to process the situation, you have a storm of Honda Civic's moving towards you.
Reaching down, you grab hold of the Emergency Brake and give it a yank as you steer. Whipping around in a 180degree turn, you pop the clutch and leave a trail of smoke and rubber behind you as you begin to outrun the group of Honda's. However, your engine's soft clanking becomes louder as you seem to top out at 80mph.
After what seems like hours, the immensely annoying buzz seems to fill your soul. With your rearview mirror cracking due to the intense exhaust noise, a single noise breaks through it all.
"Kid, you've already got yourself in trouble?" A familiar voice bellows out from somewhere in your car. Glancing around, you realize that there is a Citizens Band radio installed in your vehicle. While you seem to figure out whats going on, it's at that point that a thundering noise can be heard over everything else.
Glancing in your cracked rearview mirror, you see the sea of Civic's part and a lone car come through as if it was a giant predator. One emblem catches your eye in the grill: GT-R
"Hang a left, kiddo, they'll follow me." Crackles the CB Radio as you downshift and yank the wheel as the Civic's prey on the Skyline. You don't bother to look behind you but you can hear the larger car pulling away at incredible speeds as you roll down a dark road.
As sweat pours down your forehead, you pant, letting your noggin drop against the steering wheel. However, your back windshield is soon illuminated with headlights as you sit up and glance behind you. However, it's the GT-R. The large sports car pulls up along side your rickity bucket and rolls down the window.
"You like getting into trouble, don't you?" The man said, and it was then that you recognized him. It was the mechanic from the Junkyard!
"Not exactly." You reply with a laugh.
"Call tonight a favor. Anyways, that was Civic Nation. They like to jack cars and parts and sell things on Ebay for Turbo Kits and Nitrous Bottles." He added, laughing softly.
"I guess I got lucky then." You shoot back with a nervous smile.
"You're damn right you got lucky! Haha! Regardless, just be careful, I hear the Outlaws are out tonight. You're near their turf." The Junkyard Owner informs you before he pulls off.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 3:04 pm
**Directions on Using your CB Radio**
You must set your radio on a channel. You can't talk to someone specifically, but you can talk to them on the channel. That doesn't mean you have any privacy though, as others can be listening or join in. Here is an example.
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Zon coasted down the long and dark road, reaching down for his CB mic.
Channel 7: This is the Outlaw. I'm calling out anyone looking to run.
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Now, Crazy CB/Trucker-lingo isn't necessary...but it makes it more fun!
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