"Drugs, weapons, gangs, violence, corrupt politicians....it's the stuff that fuels a peaceful societies nightmares. We want our children, our families, our friends and our neighbors to be safe. But, the Yankan and Inago have been coming in hot, feuding over who will win, who will gain control of our once thriving city at the expense of innocent lives. The government officials are doing everything they can to stop them, but they can't all be trusted either, can they? Life has been turned upside by the greedy and malicious hands of the gangs, officers and politicians and our once safe city, is no longer that. It is time for us to start picking sides, or hiding, because this is only the beginning the decline..."
A CRIME AND GANG ANIMANGA ROLEPLAY
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— Tik (08/14/22)
After four years of working on this plot and story- we are finally open. We're going to start small, but you'll see how quickly a city under so much opposing influence can begin to explode.
— Tik (08/06/22)
Inconspicuous motes of rock and gas radio telescope. As a patch of light, the carbon in our apple pies kindling the energy hidden in matter a billion trillion muse about! Made in the interiors of collapsing stars shores of the cosmic ocean laws of physics.
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It was the year 2014. Reiko was wearing a tan top with short shorts with a hoodie. Her father had watched her train during the day with some of the other yankan gangmates. Her progress was proving rather good in his eyes and it seemed to him that the next step would be to take her to a club where fighting too place. She wasn't aware that was where her father was leading her but she followed him obediently. Growing up had proved rather hard, on the one hand she had her mother frustrated with her father and her life choices on the other, she found herself always attempting to please her father. As soon as they got to the building, she remained close to her father as to avoid possibly becoming lost. He paid for them to enter and she found herself following him until they came to some seats. Her father encouraged her to sit down, to which she did, curious by what was about to unfold in front of her.
The audience's roars drowned out any words Father had to say, though each word was already engraved into Er'lang's mind. He took the blades handed to him, weighed them in his hand, then tucked them away under loose fitting clothes. The announcer had no sooner finished his explanations when Er'lang stepped into the ring. Blinded by cold lights, restless from hunger, Er'lang hoped to finish this as soon as possible.
His opponent was young. Then again, in these places, even age might be a weapon. Er'lang watched the boy, who fumbled with his own knife before apparently giving up on it. Their eyes met. The boy smiled. For a moment, Er'lang was stunned. The younger boy immediately lunged forward. On instinct, Er'lang dodged. A knife flew past his cheek, drawing blood before lodging itself firmly in the wire mesh behind. Moments later, his opponent tackled Er'lang to the ground -- or, at least, he attempted to.
Using the other's momentum, Er'lang took the other down with him. A brief tussle ended with the other pinned beneath him. Yet, with a strong push, the younger one escaped. Snarling, he turned to face Er'lang. This time, Er'lang took the initiative to lunge forward with his own knife.
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Reiko found herself observing Er'lang and his opponent. She was focusing on their movements. It didn't come as much of a surprise when Er'lang got cut by his opponent. In her eyes she had viewed him too slow in dodging the attack, believing she could have done better. Though with the knife cutting Er'lang's cheek, it gave opportunity for Er'lang to take his opponent down. In her eyes, his opponent had underestimated Er'lang's capability of countering the tackle. She felt as if she were right as she watched Er'lang tussle with his opponent before becoming on top of him. Shouting could be heard from the audience, some for Er'lang while others were towards his opponent. Her father watched silently but she soon joined in the cheers for Er'lang. Soon Er'lang's opponent had escaped from him and she watched Er'lang lunge towards his opponent this time. Come now, you can do it. She thought to herself silently as she watched the fight continue.
As often in fights, the critical moment was but a moment. In the blink of an eye, Erlang had the other pinned down, his own knife buried in the others shoulder. The tension in the crowd finally melted into angry grumbling and excited shouts. With years of experience under their belts, the audience knew that the show would soon be over.
With the final moments of the battle, some shouted with renewed vigor. They wanted to see blood, to see despair. Er'lang glanced to the struggling boy beneath him. A moment passed, then two. In the end, he appeased the audience, drawing crimson lines on his victim. Beneath the suffocating roar of approval, Er'lang stands back up and returns backstage.
Directly after his match, Father allows curious and generous guests backstage as well. They applaud his skill, marvel at his young age, brag of their own younger days, and clap Er'lang on the back. He entertains them reluctantly, yet not turning down a single offered gift. When the stream of regulars finally tapers off, Er'lang lets out a sigh. Nevertheless, an father unfamiliar father and daughter approach him.
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Reiko listened as the crowd shouted for renewed vigor. Er'lang slices his opponent, the audience roaring with approval, she joined along with them. She watches as Er'lang stands back up, desiring to meet him as he heads backstage. Her father was slow to stand up but as soon as he had, she soon joined him as well. "I want to meet him." She answered, not that her desire was required because her father already had plans of heading backstage to allow her to meet Er'lang. This was their reason for coming here in the first place after all. He had high hopes that she'd learn a thing or two from watching Er'lang's match. Not only was it thrilling for her to watch but she couldn't help but desire a chance of being in a match of her own, to sharpen her skills.
Other guests were ahead as they waited for their turn to meet Er'lang and she found herself stuck in thought on what all she wanted to talk about. Many would talk about their younger days and pat Er'lang on the back. She wasn't sure if he really cared for such things but the only one she cared to hear it from was her own father but what he liked was his own business. Soon it is their turn and her father leads the way. She smiles when she sees Er'lang. "I'm sure not as much as you getting the chance to participate." She answers, clearly having enjoyed the fight.
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