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The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:17 pm
by RubberBanned
The date was 5/23/2012. The programming for N008-5689 came online. My new "interface" told me to pick a name. I smirked to myself, and thought, "RubberBanned". I remembered vaguely the life before, I had been just a numbers runner for the Bannano crime family when I had ended up on the wrong end of one of those new Apex weapons. I laid there wounded thinking about how I would get my revenge if I could get the bleeding to stop... The goons closed in to finish what the apex had started, yellow was the last thing I saw.

I looked around me, and noticed a distict lack of feeling in my left arm, or should I say what should be an arm. The metallic appendage was foriegn, but made of some techno organic material, and I began to gain sensation in it. I had a simple black skintight suit on, and nothing else. I was hungry, poor, and lost. I saw some apex snitches behind a building, and figured what better time to enact my revenge.

I grabbed a bottle of painkillers from the nearby dumpster and savagely beat the "informants" with my new cybernetic appendage. I picked up the few valuables from their bodies, and the knife gleaming on the ground. I killed everything neaby, and terrorized all nearby businesses, extorting cash and running jobs, anything to get ahead. These days there was an entire network of criminals working to do the same thing, but I didn't know them, didn't talk to them.

Soon after I made my first enemy in my area, "TooRoo". I was taking the deeds to his business when I met my end at the end of his hammer, unable to make a getaway. I realized I'd have to do something to get stronger. We got to talking, and turned out my old Bannano family had been absorbed into this "Cinque Famiglie", and I was welcome to fall into familiar steps. I made my peace with TooRoo, and accepted his invitation.

I earned cash, and got stonger through these new upgradable weapons, I bought the most fashionable items I could afford, among them a "darkwatch knife", and an umbrella that served as a rifle, and matching "darkwatch kevlar". I learned that for just a little cash, (everything costs money in this time), I could instantly travel to the larger areas of the world, based on where my programming told the system I was.

At this time, I made my fateful trip to the Black Market of Beverly Hills. I noticed large motorized turrets, and guns, which pivoted towards me, but did not fire. There was a gang of people upon my arrival, who barked orders on the authority of "The Brotherhood", things like "Don't attack noobs, (the new slang for grunt criminals), I chafed under this authority, and disobeyed. Soon, I lay bloodied from the guns, and charges of these "bros". I was not as strong as I thought, and I fell back, my body no worse for the wear, but my pride bitten.

My progress after this was slow, my thoughts becoming scattered as my programming was never the same, no doubt an effect of my assaults. After this, I made some effort to trade, and was robbed, the adage, "honor among thieves" didn't hold true. Alexrock made off with my goods, and it was all my CPU could withstand. I shambled back to my safehouse, in shame and embarassment, and shortly after my CPU shut down, and the world was black.

Roughly 3 months later my programming came back online, and I had a new vigor, and the world was a new place. I was allied with my former enemies, had no weapons, and had to start again. I had the same bitterness towards The Brotherhood, but I did as I was told, and fought in these wars, and I clawed my way to my former strength, minimal though it was. I decided I had better make friends, and I did.

I bribed people with booze, drugs, and materials to get my own palms crossed. Around this time my CPU started suffering, and I would blank out continually. I need cash, and a new currency called "credits". To upgrade my own personal CPU, these were required, and there were few ways to get them, except to find someone who dealt in them. They could essentially name their price.

Around this time I tried my hand at assassination, discarding my firepower as a sniper, to try the speed and agility of a different set of abilities. I bombed at my new occupation, and bided my time to buy the programming to become an ambush predator, a "hitman". I gained a modified suit, pistols, and shining blade to do my work with.

Here, I thrived, I lived, and died. I fought with my criminal brothers and sisters. I joined other families, but could never leave my roots for long. Now I sit in my smoke filled bar, in my red duster, gleaming red eye from where had caught a stray throwing knife. (A fireball, actually, funny how a man named Backwards throws things forward). My pistols slung in their holster, my scythe half warning, half walking stick to those who stroll by. My programming now free of most flaws.

I earn cash through extortion, murder, and theft. I take drugs, intimidate owners of businesses to pay me off, I use weapons of mass destruction, and relish in wanton violence. I am a capo of the Cinque Famiglie crime families. My name is RubberBanned, and I am a criminal.

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:23 pm
by ~{§Ç}~BøssesBones
Fucking beautiful.

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:28 pm
by BeardedLengsh
Very nicely done rb

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:29 pm
by {»GF«}ThęŠçøťşmãń
Can't wait for the next chapter...

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:35 pm
Very good i like.

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 1:24 am
by Mr.Nøtøriøus

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:37 pm
by Lucid7
Good job RB. Keep out the work and chronicle this into a bigger story.

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 7:08 pm
by Fapn[PwN]

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 7:58 pm
by [5fam]«ßîßߧßô§§»
Very nice!

Re: The Story of RubberBanned

PostPosted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 10:02 pm