Pick up phone.
Skip mission briefing.
Follow map marker.
Kill everyone.

Staying in a trunk is probably a bad idea. Can we open it?

Is carmageddon in effect? I just got done playing with that mod on and I don't know if I can handle a Quest like that.

BEEG AMERICAN TEETIES ANYWHERE NEAR?
Anyway call my cousin Niko to come help me.

I say we reform and lead a respectable life. Why not turn over a new leaf if our shenanigans did this to us?

>>18526264
Yes, lets get a job with out cousin's cab company. Maybe go play some darts with him from time to time.

Lets find a rocket launcher and blow up EVERYTHING.

World thinks he can put us in a car trunk?
NO, WORLD. I WILL BLOW YOU UP AND PUT YOU IN MY CAR TRUNK.

>>18526252
Bellic is a name you're all to familiar with, though you don't think you'd be on good enough terms for a friendly chat. Besides, you don't have a cellphone.

>>18526249
You press above you, attempting to open the trunk, unfortunately, it seems to be closed. The lock seems a little loose though, with the right instrument you could probably pry it open.

>>18526306
Check the trunk for something we can use to pry our way out of here.

>>18526392
>>18526392
>>18526392

>>18526392
With difficulty, you flip yourself over onto your side, and fan out with your hands in the dark, searching for anything you can use to get out of here. Through some coincidence of fate, your finger slips over the tip of a slight knife, jutting out from the trunks carpeting.

You take it and begin to work away at the trunk door, attempting to leverage open. After a minute of struggle, the knife gives a little and trunk pops open, giving you a view of a brooding skyline, overcast by a foggy blue Liberty City night.

They left you here, in a Hove Beach car lot. Nothing's pretty, and it all just reeks of shit.

Guess you've got to add to that hit list.

>>18526485
Check out our car, maybe we can use it.

Let's go jack a car, it's called GTA for a reason.

We should go find a payphone to make a call, get some of our homies or whatever to back us up on tracking these assholes down.

>>18526536
The car's a dusty old Blista Compact, fast, shit looking, and dented to hell and back. The door's are locked, but you don't find that to be much of a problem, and soon you're in the cabin. Unlike before, it seems they've left nothing for you, besides the car, which appears to be in working order.

You could probably hotwire this thing, but where do you plan on going?

>>18526759
do we have anything beyond the clothes on our back? and the car?

also thourghly search the car, any legal papers such as a ownership or insurance? it may give us names to look up or a higher price for pawning the car

>>18526808
ya, if were just a hobo in a trunk then we should probably keep the car. if not sell it.

>>18526808
You're afraid you have nothing but this knife, the car, and...
It seems you're wallets gone, which is to be expected. But there's something in there, a picture, a face you don't want to forget.
You need to get it back.

You decide to search the car a little more thoroughly, and in the glovebox you do find some papers, car insurance in an unfamiliar name. The Compact was probably stolen by those thugs who took you out, men with names you know, but not an address to go by.

hotwire the car, get out of there, before whoever locked us in decides to come back.

suggest we drive up dukes to Meadows Park.

call the insurance company, and say you want to update your policy, add your wife to it. When they ask if you still live at X, agree, then hang up.

When you get the address, call the city or county office tax assessor, and ask for the name of the owner of that property (its absolutely public domain.) See if there is an associated phone number to it, and any other property they own.

>>18526910
lets see if we can find some way to make some money/get weapons/a place to stay. if were going to do anything we need somthing to do it with. Is there any body we remember that we work with or have we got amnesia?

GTA?
More like Kingpin.

>>18526969
>>18526934
>>18526971

You begin to devise a plan for finding this guy, a "Anders Goldman." If anyone can give you an idea of where these punks are, it's him.

Till then, you need a place to hideout, work on your next move. You have a buddy up in Dukes, speaking of places that smell like shit, if anyone's still loyal to you, it's him.
You get into the steering column and hotwire the car, easy, and are greeted to the soft ministrations of Lazlo, a local talk show host. You back the out of the lot, and onto the open road, where a whole line of immigrants are ready to run into you, and a few almost do. That's Hove Beach for ya'.

The urban cityscape passes you by as you take the car uptown, it's a short drive, but it's night, and Liberty City, so shit is bound to happen.

>Roll 1D100 and tell me whatever shenanigans you'd like to get into.

>>18527110
Forgot my trip.

rolled 58 = 58

>>18527110
Elvis impersonators.

rolled 93 = 93

We accidentally, just barely, bump into a police car.
Instant 1 star wanted rating.

>>18527210
>>18527131

(I love the Elvis idea, using both.)

Elvis rolls over the hood of your car.
What.

Before you can really comprehend this, you find yourself drifting into the coming lane of traffic, and though you right yourself quickly, your front bumper slides against that of a coming police car.
The blare of a particularly obnoxious siren tells you that was a mistake.

>ONE STAR WANTED RATING

>(Keep rolling those hundreds, no more events for now though.)

rolled 10 = 10

>>18527272
Drive through alleys, Driver Style. Ditch the cops. Maybe even drive it dramatically off a harbor and into the river.

Go to the seedy redlight district and just start mugging the fuck out of mother fuckers for wallet cash. A good starting point.

rolled 82 = 82

>>18527299
What he said, if you look it up I think we have the faster car, if we outmaneuver them we're golden.

>>18527333
You can't afford the hassle of being taken in, and floor it, switching the radio to LCHC to complete the mood. You hear the petulant squealing of rubber as the officer turns around to pursue you, and seeing an opportunity, you duck into a seedy alleyway in response.
Speaking of seedy, what you assume to be a hooker is now splattered on your windshield. Gross. Hot? Anyways, you clear the alley, bloody hood and all, and clip a turquoise green van as you exit into the adjacent street, you lose your front bumper, but not a lot of momentum, and you soon reach top speed.
The officer, slowed by your detour, rounds the bend and heads after you, though he isn't able to keep up for long.

>0 STAR WANTED RATING

By the time you slow down, you're in Dukes, stopped at a light near Cluckin' Bell. You're only right around the corner from your friends place, but you're pretty hungry, and haven't had a Bleeder in awhile..

What do you do?

>>18527464
Remember who this Anders person is and why he has it out for us

>>18527464
We should do somthing about the hooker juice on the car, even in liberty city driving around in a blood covered car aint a good idea

rolled 31 = 31

>>18527464
Challenge anyone inside the Cluckin' Bell for a food contest.
Two big buckets full of wings.
The first one to finish gets his paid by the other guy.

>>18527545
You don't really have much of an idea who Anders is, but you think this was his car, and assume that the guys who took you out stole it from him.
Well, you hope.

As for the men who brought you down, all you have is their names, Vick, Putz, and Karl, aquaintences of yours, and some cheap hands for your boss. You've met them once, well twice. Scummy assholes, all three of them.

Why did this happen? Well, you made a mistake, the last one. You guess Lin was just ready to be done with you.

>>18527650
So what the ACTUAL fuck just happened and what did we do to get into this mess?

>>18527603
>>18527612

You decide to pull into Cluckin' Bell, and getting out of your car, stare at the blood in disdain. You ought to clean that up.

You walk into the "restuarant" and hover behind the counter, a young latina girl giving you a dumbfounded look before spitting out the usual spiel, taking your order and whatnot. It's said nice and dull, you guess the night shift takes it's toll on everyone. You ask for a bucket of wings.
You now realize, like an idiot, that you have no money.

The food comes out, fast and cheap and gross, like only fast food is. The cashier looks at you expec-well, boredly, and you just kind of stand there.
"You broke son?" a gruff voice asks from behind you. You can feel the spaghetti dripping from your pockets as he chuckles, and gives you a sturdy clap on the back. "That's funny, tell you what, I'll get us a second bucket, and we'll have ourselves a little contest. You win, meals on me, else I'll be "expecting" something from ya'." He chuckles again.
You turn around.

Fattest biker you have ever seen.us

>>18527650
>Liberty City
>Lin

It's like I'm really in /sp/

>>18527752
Start chewing.
On the wings, not him.
And even if we lose we can still stab him with that knife.

>>18527659
Well, you were jumped. You knew that was going to happen, but despite all the time you spent in hiding, they got you.
Needless to say, you were beaten, and left to die. You guess they weren't the smartest hitmen, but they must have had an eye for theatrics, to leave you in that trunk.

As for exactly why, well you screwed over a powerful man, did it for some information, and a photo.
That was your second mistake. Your first, well that concerns Niko Bellic, and consequently, as does your second.

That's really's all that's important for you to mull over right now, detail wise.

rolled 11 = 11

>>18527818
He sits you down, scratching at his grey, wispy beard, and grabs a second bucket of wings. He smiles, man this guy is all chuckles and smiles, and then the contest begins.
He eats like a monster, a cavernous black maw dedicated to eating and producing shit.
You feel very, very fucked.

>(roll 1d20, feel free to try and pull any dirty trick you'd like.)

>>18527956
Well, just eat. And once we're sated, say that we'll need a break, implying the admittance of defeat, and make for the exit instead of the bathroom.

rolled 2 = 2

>>18527956
Try to drop some chicken without him noticing.

rolled 16 = 16

>>18527956
Just eat, if he gives us any trouble for losing, we stab him.

>>18528062
>>18527976

You lose, obviously, but find yourself to be quite full. Chuckles and smiles again, that's getting creepy. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, "graciously" resigning to defeat.
A hand claps on your shoulder, he does that a lot too. "I don't think so, you owe me now, remember? We have er.. a little get together to go to."
You reach into your coat for the knife.
He undoes his belt.

>>18528153
Stab that fat fucker before you end up in a gay orgy.

>undoes his belt
NOPE

Last time a big naked dude said he could help me, it did not end well.

>>18528310
So we're playing Pierce Washington in Liberty City?
Wondered what the story behind that comment was..

>>18528153
>>18528212

You're on the floor, cold tile floor, of Cluckin' Bell.
You guess you weren't subtle enough, because that fat fucker clocks you, hard. No one in the restaurant really even blinks, guess when you see The Lost coming, you prepare yourself for the worst.
He's drawn a gun, no more chuckles and smiles. "I thought, we had a deal. If you'd like to do some cutting, we have to go, so I'd suggest you stand up, and cooperate." Your fingers are splayed, a good few inches from the knife, blade facing you. It dropped nice and loud, like it was mocking you, inches of gleaming, stainless steel all in agreement on how much of an idiot you are.

rolled 6 = 6

>>18528724

Try to do some martial arts tricks. Take the knive and stab the fat fucker.

(Sorry that took so long, just sort of assumed no one was interested enough for me to continue, I'll keep going though, in hopes that things pick up.)

>>18528724
>"if you'd like to do some cutting"
I don't even want to know how that works into a fetish.

rolled 78 = 78

OP... you still around? I'd like to play.