Okay my game has goofed and the car cant be exported
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Quick question for “distance”… is that cumulative distance since start, for each time it’s mentioned?
Since start.
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As soon as the race began, the two Brothers jumped into their Type SC. As soon as the key ignition was turned, everyone who was expecting a v8 rumble heard…an inline 4 cough. The disappointing 4 cylinder was capable of spinning the rear wheels, however, as the two slid their way out of there and onto the highway.
Ana: “Well you were right, this engine is just as punchy.”
Alejandro: “Punchier even. 2.0L i4 from a Conte Enemigo. 260hp.”
Ana: “These things are supposed to make upwards of 300hp.”
Alejandro: “I detuned it so it drinks less fuel and is more reliable.”
As the Brothers passed all the teams except Getaway Plan and Bakewell Tart, Ana shifted into fifth gear, letting the engine drop a few revs to take strain off of it.
Ana: “You reckon we can make it to the end this time?”
Alejandro: “Well…only one way to find out. Our bad luck streak has to end sometime.”
And the engine swapped Type SC disappeared on the horizon, on their way towards the finish line. Would the Shitbox Brothers finally make it…or would they fail yet again?
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Lol…
have more money left than expected. Forgot about -20%…
anyway
Operation BIRD
8:57 in the morning
[Connor is driving the Lumineux; Tonsom in the rear seat, looking out the window; Redwood is listening to music on his phone via earphones]
Tonsom: “Well… we got going… and the car seems to be fine for now…”
Connor: “I would like to establish contact to everyone wothing range to gather some amount of information.”
Tonsom: “Sure thing… go ahead, we need to get to our mission some time during this trip…”
[Connor takes the CB-radio handle and starts speaking]
Connor: “This is Connor speaking! Can anyone hear me?”
[After a short pause, a random truck driver answers]
Truck: “Hello Connor, this is DaddyGraham, whatcha want?”
Connor: “I wanted to ask for your current vehicle.”
[another short pause]
Truck: “Well… this is a trucker´s CB channel… i am in a Scania R500 heading northbound.”
Connor: “Thank you. I must have missed my intended channel, have a pleasant drive, DaddyGraham”
Truck: "You too… bye then chht [hangs up the handle]
[Connor fiddles around with the CB controls a bit, then retries]
Connor: “This is Connor from Operation BIRD trying to establish contact to any participants within range, can anyone hear me?”
[Connor changes the CB to listening-mode]
Tonsom: “Well… we haven´t got very far… somebody should hear us…”
[Redwood takes out his earphones]
Redwood: “What are you trying to do there?”
Connor: “I am trying to establish contact to our competiors, Mr. Redwood.”
Redwood: [slightly amused] “First, you can call me by my first name if you want. Second, this is not some kund of air traffic shenanigans we are doing in the CB, but i like it how you are trying to be friendly soo…Just a little tip from the modern side of things… This is a bunch of illegal street racers you are trying to talk to, not the ATC or stuff… You gotta be more on their level.”
Connor: [after a bit of thinking] “Got it.”
Tonsom: [laughs; then to Redwood] “This is Connor… he wont change because of one little illegal race. He just keeps his almost machine-like neutrality and ‘friendlyness’…”
to be continued
@DukeOFhazards ; @stm316 ; @Marcus_gt500 ; @Aaron.W ; @Madrias
these are the players within range of me, you are free to jump in on RP if wanted.
if that tagging thing is too much atm, just tell me
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Team V6 Vandals
A brisk 6 AM start left the Vandals hurrying to the Sinistra Swift, where they piled in and took off in a bold cloud of tire smoke. Their 3.9 liter V6 roared as they hurtled the car onto the road, Luke’s heavy foot opening up the throttle wide as he worked through the gears.
Cody seemed a bit concerned at the fuel consumption, though kept reminding himself that the car was cheap for a reason, and that reason was that it’s the '87, and it wasn’t fast because it wasn’t the '89 with the V10 in it.
Amy, however, seemed completely unconcerned with the Swift’s thirsty V6, instead keeping a watch out for their competition, and more importantly, keeping an eye on Luke.
Jake was lounging in the back seat, planning for the worst and hoping for the best. At the same time, he was keeping an eye on the car’s ECU with his laptop, monitoring everything live as they ran.
Luke stopped in for some fuel in their 8-9 time block, filling the tank before belting the car out of the gas station. As he did so, the CB crackled to life.
“This is Connor from Operation BIRD trying to establish contact to any participants within range, can anyone hear me?” @Elizipeazie
“Loud and clear, Connor. This is Servo of Team V6 Vandals, and we’re runnin’ the dark blue hatchback that did the burnout this morning.” Luke said. He let go of the transmit button, then said, “Bunch of rookies. Real names on the CB in an illegal race.”
Cody laughed, then replied, “Definitely a rookie move.”
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Operation Bird
Tonsom: “Connor, can you hand me the CB?”
[Connor grabs the handle, reaches to the rear; Tonsom takes the handle and presses the transmit button…]
Tonsom: [Into CB] “Erm… Hello there… we are first time racers and… do you have any tips regarding this stuff… I need some new thrill in my life and wanted to get into more of a… less legal approach?”
[Tonsom lets go of the transmit button]
Tonsom: “Lets see if we can get some info out of them…”
@Madrias your turn
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Lord Letto: We May not be the Fastest
Coconut Letto: But it’s not like we have to speed, just stick to the Speed Limit & we’ll be fine.
Markus Huttunen: Joo, koska poliisi pysäyttää sen, se olisi väärässä. (Yeah, because being stopped by the police would be f***ing bad.)
Coconut Letto: Exactly, what he said
Lord Letto: Don’t Worry…
Everyone: Kaikki tulee olemaan hyvin. (Everything will be fine.)
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9:06 am, and Eskil is behind the wheel of the yellow birmingham. Timo is in the passenger seat, messing about with the CB radio they managed to buy that morning.
Timo: can anyone hear me, just wondering if there are any other vehicles around. If so, you should be scared, we have a 3.5 v6 under the hood here.
Victor: shut up would you! Stop showing off and maybe try and get some useful information.
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Team V6 Vandals
“Yeah, some advice for your friend there, pick a CB handle that isn’t his name. We’re mostly law-abiding, but when you’re in a less-than-legal race, don’t be squawking your own names all over the airwaves. Elsewise, the smokies will have a clue to go on, and pieces of the puzzle close in around you. Next thing you know, you’re shipped back to gods-know-where-you-came-from, and spend the next half your life in the slammer.” Cody said, taking the CB radio from Luke. “That, and keep an eye out for suspicious shit, that’s somethin’ my brother taught me. Oh, and don’t piss off people in big black cars, they might have guns.”
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Oeration BIRD
[the CB radio recieves a signal]
[Tonsom, still having the Handle begins transmitting an answer]
Tonsom: “Hello there, we can hear you, loud and clear. We have a red Sedan, a Damien-something…”
[Tonsom releases the transmit button]
Connor: “According to signal strength, the other team is within two miles of us.”
[the CB goes off again]
Connor: “They are two seperate teams ralking to us simutaneously. It seems like they want us to use Nicknames to decrease likelyhood of getting caught.”
[Tonsom transmits]
Tonsom: “Thanks for the tip on that! I´ll take care of said friend…”
[Hangs up the handle, ending the transmission]
Tonsom: [to the others in the car]
“You know what they said! Get a Nickname and do NOT say any names untiil you have one!”
[Connor nods in agreement]
Redwood: “Erm… okay. What coul be a suitable nickname…”
to be continued
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Team Off Constantly
“Mel, LOOK OUT!”
THWAK
Melissa geared down and wrestled the car to the side of the road, as it was pulling hard to the right.
M: “Shit.”
D: “What the…?”
M: “Reindeer. I’m gonna go back and check on it while you check the car.” Mel pulled a KBAR (military knife) out of the glovebox.
D: “What are you gonna do with that? Jeez, I can’t take you anywhere.”
M: “Did you see some of those characters at the starting stage? I’d have brought my snubbie if I could’ve. I just want to make sure it’s not suffering. I feel bad enough, hitting the poor thing. I wonder if there’s someone we could call to come pick up the meat? I’ll be right back, check the car, please. It feels like it’s rubbing.”
Melissa returned to the car a couple of minutes later.
M: “I broke its neck when I hit it with the car, poor thing. How’s the car?”
D: shrugs “Not good. I need something to bend the metal back with. I tried the tire iron but it won’t fit in a way that I can get leverage on it.”
M: “Daylight’s burning, sugar. What if I jacked up the car?”
Just then, an obviously overloaded van pulled up behind them on the shoulder. A large bearded man climbed out of the driver’s seat. Mel unconsciously gripped her knife a little tighter.
Man: “You ladies need a hand?”
D: steps between Melissa and the man, hoping to obscure his view of the knife and Mel’s bad manners. “We’ve had a bit of an accident, and we’re in a hurry. I see you’ve got a van full of fellas and equipment, there. You guys some sort of rock band?” (she hoped)…
Man: “Crowbar, at your service, ma’am. We’re playing the Dundret tonight, small show. Can I offer you tickets?”
D: “I wish we could, but we’re in a race right now…”
Man: “The Meatball? Fuck, yeah!!”
Mel: “Hey, do you think you guys could lift the front of our car up so we’ve got a little room to wedge a tire iron in there and bend it back out?”
Man: “You bet, sweetheart.” motions to the guys
A few minutes later, the crumpled metal is tweaked clear of the tire and the ladies are ready to start making up some time.
M: “Thanks so much, you guys!”
Crowbar: “Good luck and safe racing!”
On the road again, Mel is relaxed and smiling as the car hurtles through corner after corner.
M: “Tires feel good, thank goodness. Nice bunch of fellas, too! I wish we had time for a metal show.”
D: “Yeah, you can’t judge a book by its cover. I saw you looked a little nervous, there.”
M: “Not me. You’re imagining things.”
D: “Okay, fine, but how about if we leave the knife in the car for the rest of the trip? Right turn ahead, 200 meters.”
M: “You got it, babe.”
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Team Getaway Plan
The white Keika waited at the starting location, Skyler and Maria waiting in silence for a signal.
“So… Got yourself hyped up yet?” Maria asks
“I’ll do that when we get the go.” His finger hovered over the play button, his song ready.
Maria starts fiddling with the CB. “Hey asshats! When’s the go?” Nothing in response. She turns off the mic and puts it down. “Nobody’s saying anything… Where’s the fun if I can’t piss off anyone?” Skyler shakes his head and hits play, and lets the intro to the song play out. He hums along to it, tapping the wheel in beat.
“Hey look someone’s going!” Maria yells, as someone slides through the parking lot exit. She turns to him, and glares while he keeps humming. Then the intro ends.
The engine roars into life, both turbos scream, the wheels spin and the guitar plays away through Skyler’s earphones. The car keeps spinning its wheels down the road. It eventually grips as he throws it past a blindingly pink Caliban into a turn, the rear sliding loosely behind as he does.
“Sayonara!” Maria yells into the CB as they make their pass, and slowly increase the gap in the following hours. Throughout this Skyler stays deathly quiet, driving like hell, while Maria taunts Team Shitbox behind them.
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Team New Life
“So many moose out here,” Fuzz sighed.
“Reindeer,” Hank corrected.
“Whatever. They’ll still screw us up if we hit one.”
Kyle agreed. “Keep your eyes sharp. Don’t want one jumping out in front of us.”
“Yeah. Don’t ruin some kid’s Christmas, dude.”
Hank shook his head, not impressed with the obvious Santa reference.
They drove along for a few more kilometers freedom units, when Hank came around a bend and squinted at something in the distance. A little old blue coupe.
“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Hank noted.
They could, up ahead, make out the Wisconsin Tazio of Team Off Constantly. It was pulled just off to the side, skid marks illuminating its trajectory as it came to a sudden stop. To the side of the road and just behind, the mangled reindeer which fell victim to the automobile.
“Ooh! Ooh!” Fuzz grabbed the cassette adapter cord and jammed it into his phone’s audio jack, then frantically pawed through his play list.
“What are you doing?” Kyle grumbled.
“Roll down your window!”
“Why?”
“Do it, quick! Hank, slow down.”
Kyle rolled down his window, and Hank came to a stop next to the Tazio. Fuzz hit “play” on his phone, and through the speakers blasted crackled:
Off Constantly gave them quite confused looks before Fuzz yelled “HIT IT!” and they peeled out.
“What was that for?” Kyle probed.
“Just having a little fun.”
“Just don’t be a prick,” Hank shot back. “We may need help from some of these people later on. And you don’t want karma to be a bi… iii… SON OF A BITCH!” he cursed as the Ardent Chancellor suddenly started lurching and wobbling.
Hank pulled over. They got out, and immediately saw the cause of their issue. Their right rear tire was completely flat, splinters of reindeer horn still sticking out of the tread shoulder.
“Karma,” Hank grumbled. “Well, Fuzz, this is your fault. You get to change it.”
“Me? What did I do?” he whinged.
“Tempted fate.”
Hank and Kyle returned to the car.
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Team Mountain Pass
Day One: 6AM - 9AM
Andrew Morgan here, I’ll be your host for the 2018 Meatball run, because Pierre had to do it last time and he’s still mad at me for making him fly Air Australia…
Now I’d never been in the Meatball run before so I had high hopes of being competitive this time around because Pierre had organised our car for the competition. I should have realised that Pierre selecting a car was a terrible idea beforehand but it didn’t stop me from looking shocked when he picked me up in the Meatball car at the Bodo airport in Norway.
A: “What the hell is this! An American Bogliq, auto no less, in Europe? What were you thinking Pierre!?!?”
P: “This time we’re taking it easy… The Entice trim is comfy, the auto shifts smoothly and the fuel economy is decent. Your choices always end up burning to the ground!”
A: “Better to die young than fade away… What a boring car!”
P: “Bah!!! Kids these days… We’ll do well, just you wait and see”
So I bundled my gear into the diminutive l’il sedan and we drove to the start of the race, at Riksgransen, in Sweden. Thanks to the utter normalness of the Zealot, no-one was the wiser about our intentions when we got there.
When we lined up ready for the race to start, the potential folly of our car choice became stark. Everyone’s using rally specials or big diesel trucks or sports cars but we’ve managed to bring a commuter car… Talkabout bringing a knife to a gunfight, hahaha!
As we attempted to take off at the start of the race we were swamped by all the faster cars, pushing past at every opportunity, so I was glad that Pierre was driving since he’s more careful than I am at race starts. The shenanigans started almost immediately with Team Hillbilly Rollers yelling obscenities about our car as they drove past! Jokes on them, I agree with their assessment…
What else did I see? Pierre, oblivious to what the fuzz looks like in Sweden, pushed past a marked police car which was following team Thunderstruck, that was fun! Team New Life in an Ardent (suck it Ardent!) wagon got a flat tyre and team Off Constantly managed to kill a member of Santa’s posse… Yeah, this race is going great so far!
Stats:
- Distance travelled - 330Km
- Fuel used - 19 litres
- Money remaining - $7,089
- Fatigue level - 23%
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D: “Say Mel, that dead reindeer didn’t have a harness on it, did it? Or a red nose?”
M: “Very Funny.”
D: “I thought maybe you’d hit royalty, that Chancellor rolled by us all slow playing Chopin’s “funeral march”.
M: “Oh look! There they are!”
D: “Should we stop?”
M: “Sure.” reaching for the glovebox that held her KBAR
D: “On second thought, maybe not. I don’t see anyone hurt… yet.”
M: “Onward?”
D: “Onward. I kinda like them. Brave, anyway, to antagonize a knife-wielding Lagerfelter. Not exactly smart, but at least they have good taste.”
M: “I prefer Wagner.”
D: “You would. Let’s have a little fun with ‘em.” Dani held her phone to the CB.
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziEeuQEA5aM]
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Operation BIRD
[9:12 in the morning; boredom starts to set in within the car; Connor keeps his focus on the road and remains neutral, neither bored to death nor overly excited]
Redwood: “Any of you got some cool ass Handles for CB yet?”
Tonsom: “No. Why would I? Connor can to the talking stuff…”
[Connor takes a quick glance at the rear-view-mirror, then replies]
Connor: “You told me to not communicate with anyone until i have my CB Nickname.”
Tonsom: “Soo… you got one yet?”
[Connor starts thinking]
Connor: “I will notify you when i have an idea, Captain Tonsom.”
[Redwood turns around to Tonsom in the rear seat; Connor passively listens to the conversation]
Redwood: “Does he always talk like that?”
Tonsom: [slightly annoyed] “Yeah… you better get used to that since that will likely not change…”
Redwood: “Maybe i can teach him how to be at least remotely cool…”
Connor: “I am still with you. I heard everything. And. I have come up with an idea for our CB Handles.”
Tonsom: “Go ahead. I wanna get this stuff done.”
[Connor starts explaining calmly]
Connor: “It might not be the best idea possible, but we could adapt the ATC alphabet and use the respective letters as our CB handles. Tim, you would have the choice of either ‘Tango’ or ‘Romeo’. Captain Tonsom, your choices would be either ‘Charlie’, ‘Foxtrot’ or ‘Tango’. Since my name is Connor alone, i am bound to using ‘Charlie’ as my handle, eliminating your choice of ‘Charlie’ to avoid double-assignments.
Also, i would hand the first choice to Captain Tonsom, since he is the head of this operation.”
[Tonsom slowly sinks into confusion as Connor goes on explaining; Redwood seems to like the idea behind that]
Tonsom: “Wait what? Now make it understandable…”
Connor: “Our initials will be the base for our Handles.”
[Slight pause to make sure Tonsom can follow]
Tonsom: “Okaay…”
Connor: “Based on your name, Captain Frank Tonsom, you have the choice of ‘Charlie’, ‘Foxtrot’ and 'Tango.” But ‘Charlie’ would have to be my handle since my name, Connor, starts with a C only.
[Another pause]
Tonsom: “Soo… well… I´ll have ‘Foxtrot’ then…”
Connor: “Tim, it is your turn to choose your Handle.”
Tim: “Tango is mine! Romeo is too… much of a ‘Titanic’ reference…”
Connor: “My Handle will have to be ‘Charlie’, as explained earlier.”
[Tonsom is relieved]
Tonsom: “Thank god we sorted that crap out… Finally we can get to know the others…”
a few minutes later
Connor: “Captain Tonsom?”
Tonsom:
[to himself] “What is wrong again?”
[to Connor] “What?”
Connor: “Now that we are a team of three, i will accept orders from Mr. Redwood as well, with priority on your orders, Captain Tonsom.”
Tonsom: [quietly] “This cannot end well…”
[Redwood is obviously pleased by that message and immediately tries to make use of this]
Redwood: “Can we turn the radio on?”
[Connor, without saying a word, reaches over to the radio controls and tunes into a local station playing chart-songs while occasionally spreading general and traffic-related news]
Redwood: “Cool…”
to be continued
sorry for wall of text
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Team Green Gunners, Part 1
The Green Gunners were driving at their usual rapid pace, but within a few hours it was clear that not all was well with their quarter-century-old sports coupe. The oil pressure warning light was blinking intermittently in sharp turns, and it was clear that something had to be done. So they stopped at the earliest possible opportunity to buy additional oil.
After refilling their car’s oil reservoir, Tom and Bob’s optimism returned as they headed back out onto the road.
“There’s still a long way to go, but at least we’re ahead of most of the other racers”, Tom remarked.
“Sounds like good news to us. We’ll keep the hammer down for as long as we can”, Bob replied.
And so the Green Gunners forged on through the morning light, confident of a strong showing in the next leg.
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Team Sippppp - Day 1
The start of the big sippppp
The duo sat there at the start line, engine off having made sure they brimmed the tank right before sitting at the start line. A quick look around revealed a multitude of cars, with theirs looking like the newest and probably the oddest one out of the bunch, an issue if any police decide to clock onto them.
It didn’t take long for them to notice all the other cars seemingly readying up to go, Danny firing up the 1303 boxer 4 and letting it rumble at idle behind them, the single muffler making the turbo whistle nicely. A few moments more and they were off, engine roaring to life and the turbos screaming as 106.6hp of fury sends the 125mm thick low-rolling resistance tyres screaming and spinning all the way through first gear, somehow leaving a few of the competition behind?
The two were confused but didn’t sit and think on it for long, quickly settling into a proper eco drive whilst keeping the speed up, both pairs of eyes practically fixated on the fuel gauge and the economy readout on the dashboard, occasionally breaking away their vision to catch them passing a car due to refuelling, what looked like a skid and what was definitely a run in with a reindeer where it was debatable what came off worse from the impact.
The going was smooth enough that Denny got to doing some calculations, and came to an astonishingly terrible realisation…
Denny: “Yo Danny, how much cash we got after forking out for this thing?”
Danny: “Enough”
Denny: “Yeah no I don’t think do, we might be spending nearly nothing on fuel but for everything else, we’re cutting it close”
Danny: “We’ll camp out in the car, it’ll be fine”
Denny: “If we have an issue, or if you get us ticketed, that’s gonna be how we spend a few nights!”
Danny: “Ah come on, this thing is reliable as hell and I’m not gonna get us a ticket, it’ll be fine”
Denny: “Famous last words”
Denny kept an eye out for the cars that passed them and those they managed to keep ahead of, working out that they were somehow in the top 10 despite their deficiencies of small tyres and an expensive car. The first night was signed off with an impressive around 7 litres used over their 384km sprint. A quick check of the radio revealed only two cars within radio range, and both barely. They decided to leave it quiet for now, but keep an ear out for anything incoming
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