Oh OK. Thanks.
Ah, ok… it;'s not required to have those… up to you if you have it as far as decorations. Adds flavor, right?
and @Jaimz … lol… mopey got a hipster beard?
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Don’t all the kids have them these days? After all he is a couple of years older than the first run (and the aborted Kingcab challenge). Just wanted to spice things up a bit. 
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Prologue
(actual pic of the hotel)
7:30 AM, New York City, NY
Naomi is still sleeping, with only her underwear on, in a bed at Ritz-Carlton, located at Central Park. Probably because Vince have bought a room for the hotel. She was probably dreaming about she got married with Vince, but then, a random voice woke her up. Luckily, It’s just a sound similar to a toaster popping up bread.
But not long after she saw a man walking towards her. It’s Nathan. He just prepared breakfast for her.
NATHAN: Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to sleep soundly right? I walked right to you, just to make sure you, and Vincent over there, are all safe and sound.
NAOMI: Damn. I was still asleep until I heard that ping from that toaster. Making breakfast, right?
NATHAN: No. We’re not making breakfast, girl. Vince is waiting for us in the lobby for breakfast. Come on, let’s go.
NAOMI: By the way, I really hate random people seeing me with only just my bra and panties on. Keep away from me until I’m dressed properly.
NATHAN: You’re right, girl, I’m leaving. leaves the room
Naomi then promply closed the door of her room, dressed properly and went to the dining table on the restaurant, where Vincent and Nathan is talking about the race while they are eating.
8:00 AM
NEWS ON TV: Todd Howard has officially become the next CEO of Bethesda. In other news, reports about tiger aliens have arrived on Washington State has been spread to…
VINCENT: Hey, who’s coming.
NATHAN: Girl, your boyfriend’s waiting, come quickly, we’re waiting for you.
Naomi then proceeded to sat on a chair.
NATHAN: So, Vince, where’s the car right now?
VINCENT: Well, I have already parked the car on a garage located somewhere in Buffalo. Just to keep idiots out for some reasons.
NAOMI: What do you have bought for the race, I presume?
Immediately, Vincent took out his all-new iPhone, and show her a picture of the car.
https://i.imgur.com/lLP65Oh.jpg
(same car as the actual entry, but unrestored and unmodified)
NATHAN: A Hessenburg F-wagon? Okay, I just replaced a similar one with an Ursula this week, you can’t be joking, really, these cars are fucking bulletproof.
VINCENT: I got this example for $480. It was originally sold for $650.
NATHAN: Wow. Can’t believe you did that. I haven’t seen anything like that for that price, especially in it’s condition.
NAOMI: It’s Vince, the financial genius. You can’t deny his talent Uncle Big Nate.
NATHAN: Yeah, I know his talent. But anyway, Vince, you said that it’s got like a F2000GTi engine in it?
VINCENT: Nah. That one got a 2.0. Description says that the engine is a 1.8 turbo with more power.
NATHAN: Ah, I see. But it’s got taxi-beating 300K miles, crappy suspension and worn interior seems to tell me something else…but I may try to fix it since I know how to deal with these things. Older Hessenburgs are really rock solid. I try to part out my car right now since the car was undriveable due to a broken engine.
VINCENT: Wait. You said you can do it right now?
NATHAN: I got the car on the trailer in the back of my new car. I have the tools. I got the experience, gained from my days in the Navy Seals.
NAOMI: Since we got all things prepared, can we go now?
NATHAN: Sure. I’ll start the car, you and Vince wait here for a while.
After the car started Vincent and his girlfriend left the hotel and entered the car. Nathan the drove his Ursula wagon, while carrying the couple and a tralier loaded with a Hessenburg F2000X.
10:40 AM
On the road…
NATHAN: I was used to be an great Navy Seal…until I took an bullet on my knee. I miss the good old days. And some of my friends.
VINCENT: Don’t worry, Uncle Big Nate, you will get over it. By the way I got a Nintendo Switch as well as an Xbox One X with a projector, controllers, power, and of course some games, Skyrim included. Might as well play some at rest, shall we?
NATHAN: Sure. It’s a long time since I actually played Skyrim.
After a 6-hour long journey they have arrived at Buffalo. With that said they then immediately find directions to the destination on Google Maps.
(Part 1/2)
Sidenote: I’m open for anyone who wants to RP with me. (I know about some RP-ing since I was an ex-owner of some BeamNG RP group and server before)
PM me on Discord for more info.
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The D-Team
Late at night, somewhere in Down-town LA’s warehouses, a group of three are working tirelessly on an old box truck. It’s a 1982 Menderson, the biggest on their line at the time; and definitely not something that should be submitted into any form of race.
A man busy welding aluminum to the box to cover a rust hole stops his work and raises his welding mask.
Tom Christie - The eldest at 47, and self proclaimed team leader of The D-Team, he has more plans and grey hair than anyone else on the team. He’s the navigator and planner.
Beneath the engine bay of the box truck, a woman slides out on a creeper, covered head to toe in 37 years of truck gunk.
Geneva Celeste - at 20 years of age, she’s the youngest and newest member of the team, the replacement for the mechanic who so valiantly gave his life two years ago, She’s built like a truck and thinks like one too. her favorite shop tool is the hammer, making her the Team mechanic, and secondary driver.
and finally, in the drivers seat of the Menderson, messing with the long-crooked shifter and pretending to drive the truck sat a man with a childish grin.
Malik Jones - aged 45, and acts like he’s still 18. He’s been the driver since The D-Team started racing, and is the self proclaimed Team leader. He’s the driver.
The Truck
The 1982 Menderson FullBody was the vehicle of choice for swat teams, Smugglers… ehh… UPS, FeBex and Mobile Catering services around the US. and for good reason, it had sub-par brakes, A big block motor with garbage mileage, and a virtually unlimited potential in any job that required it to be a uhh… Box truck.
The D-Team is taking the Menderson on a wild ride across the country for one last job before the team finally calls it quits and retires.
The only mods made to the truck is a new exhaust with a cat delete, and an attempt to repaint the thing. they also made the critical decision to buy and use a can of carb cleaner on the carburetor, though half of the can was used as a flamethrower by Malik before Gen was able to tackle him.
Semantics aside, The Menderson FullBody is a force to be reckoned with in a chase, as it’s sturdy frame, powerful engine, and long gears make it nearly unstoppable.
Prologue
Gen wiped her grease coated hands off on her equally oil-soaked coveralls as she stood up off the creeper, and looked into the cab of the truck to see Malik gleefully cranking the wheel and stuffing the truck in gears.
“Are you going to do anything useful, or are you to pre-occupied breaking things?”
Malik rolled his eyes and stood inside the spacious cab, then went through the door between the front seats into the cargo compartment of the truck to inspect the spare parts and their payload. And their comfort items. “Hey tom! You only packed Cigars and toilet paper! Are you sure you don’t want like… food or maybe some water?”
Tom, who just finished lighting a cigar with his welder, raised an eyebrow, seeming to think the question had an obvious answer. “We’ve got plenty money for the trip. I plan on stopping at a few Waffle Homes along the way.”
Malik poked his head out the open cargo window to look down in visible disbelief. “You… y… Stop at Waffle Homes? it’s a race tom! We can’t go around stopping to eat three times a day or we’ll get there in time to win the NEXT race…”
Gen stared at the two mid-life crisis disasters with disgust. “You guys haven’t watched RoadKill have you? Why not just order in bulk at the first one and bring a microwave?”
The two Geezers both looked over at the young mechanic, then back to eachother, shrugging, they both went back to their previous tasks as if nothing had happened, leaving Gen to shake her head and get back to wrenching on the engine, seriously concerned about the radiator’s health, as it’d clearly been through some hard times in the last 37 years.
“In 1992, a crack Street-Racing team was sent to prison by court for a crime they DID commit. These men and women promptly escaped from a minimum security prison to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government they survive as drivers of fortune. If you have a race, if no one else can drive for you, and if you can find them…maybe you can hire The D-Team.”
Heyo everyone, I’ll be on the Discord later today, @Aisha#1910 HMU if you want to talk/RP
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The Thompson Family!
The members
Gregory Thompson - A casual 40 year old man who is looking to have some fun cuz his life is boring.
Rick ‘Tomahawk’ Thompson - A 32 year old mechanic and a brother of Gregory. Needs some fun as well.
Kate Thompson - 35 year old mother (wife of Gregory) who likes cars. She will be the car advisor for the trip.
Daniel Thompson - A 13 year old boy (Gregory and Kate as his parent) who is currently in his school holiday. He is apparently a hipster and loves collecting cassettes. Also a nerd, loves rubix cubes.
So 3 drivers…
_Calabasa, California
Kate: Hey babe. Since our son is having a holiday, why not we join the “Once More” crap-car tour?
Gregory: What is that?
Kate: Its going to be fun! Don’t worry, you just need $500 to choose any car.
Gregory: Why can’t we use our Hokuto MPV?
Kate: Greg, the challenge requires you to use a crap car, only for $500! Its stupid cheap for a car! Besides, its my chance to buy what I want, within the budget of course…
Gregory: Well, whatever. Take my $500 cash from the ATM and surprise me with the car.
Kate: Yes sir!
After some negotiations and test drive, it’s the next day…
Kate: Greg, I need you to close your eyes now and I’m going to count down from 3.
Gregory: Hmmm… ok.
Kate: 3… 2… 1… Open your eyes!
Gregory: Woah. This is nostalgia! I remember being in my dad’s. It was fun. Good times… How in the world did you find this for $490! The cheapest is like $3500.
Kate: You’ll see… Bought for craigslist sight unseen before. I also changed the old license plate to the new one and registered to the DMV. This should work! Completely road legal now!
Gregory: Can I check around the car?
Kate: Sure!
Opens the trunk, hood, and all 4 doors to inspect the car…
Gregory: Cough Cough! Its smells like cigar. Who the hell owned this? A drug cartel?! Jeez! Hmmm… Some rust. AC doesn’t work. Hey, the cassette player still works! Window still rolls down fine. Hmmm… Engine seems okay. Exhaust madifold is a bit rusted but managable. Let’s see the trunk. Spare tire is missing, oh. Wait, is that weed? That stuff look to be over a decade year old. Jeez. That’s disgusting.
Kate: So what do you think?
Gregory: Its ok. We should better clean this up! Oh, we should also probably call Rick to come here!
After some phone calls and cleaning later…
Rick: Hey brotha. It seems that you bought a new car.
Greg: Yeah. How bout you check the engine?
Rick: Alright then.
After some inspection…
Rick: Oil seems to be low and old, air filter is dirty, AC reservoir is completely empty, there are a tiny amount of exhaust leak, battery’s dead and thats it.
Greg: Thanks. Now we should buy some spare parts!
Kate: And then, we could bring Danny along for the ride!
Greg: Wait what! Oh hell nah man!
Kate: Don’t worry, be happy. I’ll buy the parts and install them on the car.
After buying and installing parts, and also putting spare parts inside…
Gregory: What the the did you do?!
Kate: What do you mean?
Gregory: I love its original form. I mean who put a ram bar, tow hitch and a roof rack on the trunk on a luxury car?
Kate: It’ll be fine. I put a ram bar cuz who knows, we might get into an accident. We have Danny with us too. So precautions have been taken. The tow hitch for a friend in need and the rack on the trunk to put 2 spare tires. Trust me honey, this car will burn rubber. Then, I filled up the rest of the trunk with necessities. Extra fluids, a spare radiator in case we crash, spare injectors, spare air filter, extra gas cans, you name it. The trunk is quite big. Bigger than my tiny Tanaka Osaka crossover. Oh, and boxes full of cassete player in the glovebox. Registrations also in there. Oh, also brought a CD player just in case y’all get bored with those cassette players and need modern pop-music. Beer on each door storage pocket. Please don’t drink and drive. We can buy coke later on. Card games for Danny and Rick to play with and most importantly, cash in our wallets. We might be staying at a hotel, so we brought 2 small luggages. Some people use wagons. There’s a madlad who use a truck. Oh, someone used a luxury vehicle just like us. But its more modern and its American too. I hope we can finish this tour in one piece and without an accident.
Greg: You sure about this.
Kate: Yep! Oh, aslo brought a spare battery. I put your laptop in the glovebox too.
Greg: Why?!
Kate: I thought you might need to work.
Greg: Aaahh ok.
Good luck to all the competitors and have fun!
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SO just finished another massive batch of entries.
There are now 22 confirmed entries and 2 pending entries (including Aaron.W, who just sent his in 5 minutes ago).
That means I have ONE spot left!
Holy fast filling, Batman!
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Wow, that’s really quicker than I expected.
But I have a small recommendation, I think you can make a list of all of the approved contestants, with all of the major details (team names, names of people) shown. That can help players to easily check what guys are they RP-ing without scrolling through the whole thread and prevent some issues.
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I second this motion. time to break out Excel
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Aaand there’s entry number 25. SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED!
Will be doing final checks over the next 24 hours, then it will be time to begin. Any prologue RP should be done right away. Day 1 of the competition will be considered as happening in Seattle on a Friday, with launch at noon EASTERN time (yes, I realize the launch point is in Pacific time, but it’s easier to track time blocks if they are static, and the teams can adjust their RP as they pass time zones)
Edit: We need team intros from:
@Mikonp7
@Xepy
@GetWrekt01
@SkylineFTW97
@findRED19
@Keikyun
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Welp, any chance that someone will back out freeing up a spot?
Highly unlikely. These things are tremendous fun.
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Ah don’t worry my intros are on their way!
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I’ll get something up within that 24 hour prologue period, then. Right now, I need some sleep.
As for role-playing, I’m up for some collaboration, but I am limited to using the Automation forum PM system for information gathering.
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Team 49
Day -[whenever], Someplace, some time.
Lucina had been waiting, waiting and waiting. Waiting for their little french turd to arrive. Then it happened. Her phone rang. It was the Import Office, the Strig had been cleared. She drove down, dropped it onto the trailer behind her S-Y, and hopped on the phone to Juno.
“Hey shitwad, the Box is here. Taking it to the Garage.”
“Okay, I’ll be over in a bit then!” Juno replied, grabbing a few things and ran downstairs to his UR-92.
“I mean, it’s cute.”
“Juno, the Trans might be buggered.”
“Okay, but it’s Cute.”
“Electrics are a chance to bugger and die, too.”
“If it does, I’m swapping the engine out for something cooler.”
“Dude, it’s french, when they die, they burn.”
“I dunno, that might be an exaggeration.” Lucina slid out from under the Strig, an unamused look on her face.
“I swear, if you’re the one to kill this thing, I’m taking it for myself.”
“and if you kill it, she’s mine.”
“She? Jesus, don’t tell me you’ve already named it.” Lucina sighed, looking annoyed at the smug look on Juno’s face.
“Alesa.”
“Oh my god.”
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Team Greasy Lightning
Prologue - Day 0, Thursday
“Balls,” Rick muttered under his breath.
Fuzz glanced over at him, almost incredulous that his brother-in-law even had a reaction to the wall-to-wall traffic in front of them. “It’s like you never get in a car anymore.”
“I really don’t. Call me a workaholic, but being able to catch up while riding the bus is kinda nice.”
“Not when your office is a squad car,” Fuzz grinned. “Buses are just plain hell for me.”
They looked out the windshield of the Senator. The car in front of them had managed to inch forward, but not enough to make it worthwhile for Rick slack up on the brakes to creep himself. Interstate 5 was notorious for horrible traffic under good conditions. But with it being rush hour, there was no hope of them going anywhere.
“Jen’s probably going to wonder where we are,” Rick added. “Dinner’s gotta be ready by now.”
Fuzz pulled the phone out of his pocket to check the time; the Keystone’s in-dash digital clock had gone dark untold years ago and it wasn’t a priority to restore.
“Correction. Dinner’s probably gone. Your loss. Told you we should have taken 405.”
Rick rolled his eyes. “Oh, like that’s any better.”
Fuzz shrugged. There was a moment of awkward silence, filled only by the stereo faintly playing the local traffic report in the background. “Do you really want to torture yourself like this in the morning?”
“I don’t see us having a choice. It’s either waking up at 3 AM or duking it out during rush hour.”
“So binary,” Fuzz scoffed. “Get off at the next exit and turn around.” He tapped at the phone’s screen then brought it up to his ear.
“You nuts?” Rick puzzled. Fuzz just answered him with a single finger aloft.
“Hey, Jen. Yeah. Yeah, go figure. Right? I told him. Yeah… yeah, no. I’ve got another plan. We already loaded the trunk except for the cooler and suitcases. Could you grab the cases and then get an Uber? I’ll send you the address in a few, and I’ll also take care of the cooler bit. Yeah… ok, cya sis.”
Rick’s eyebrows arched. “What exactly are you planning?”
“Getting us a good night’s sleep. I’ve got a pretty good idea of where they’re going to start us off in the morning, and we don’t need to beat ourselves up to get there.”
“Alright. Can’t argue with that,”
Fuzz continued digging at his phone while Rick steadily kept the Senator going, well, absolutely nowhere in the garbage traffic.
“Here we go. Reservation made. Hilton, just down the street from the airport.”
Rick grinned and nodded. “It’s fair game if I get room service and eat it before Jen gets there, right?”
“Team effort, buddy. Team effort.”
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He’s processed and posted an intro, according to my tracking.
true, but isn’t listed in OP post AFAIK
(sorry if i am annoying)
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Oh yeah, uhm, that.
Fixed.