Josh-

Welcome to the community! Hope you have an epic time!

Thank you for the request! These are usually taken care of in batches so please be patient until someone gets to it. I would also recommend providing a second option, in case this one is unavailable.

Faggio Kart Being a taxi driver can be a tiring, repetitive task at times. To combat this and give our drivers a sense of appreciation and achievement, we host internal events within the Downtown Cab Co. With the recent changes to the company, morale was up - old faces begun to return to the company and it was slowly, but surely, becoming the DCC that a lot of employees fell for, the sense of comradery and family. It was finally time for the first event since the appointment of the new CEO. And employees began gathering in the car park, excited, and ready to blow off some steam. A company Dashound was pulled out of the garage, and one by one, we hopped on board, and headed to out destination. Turning up, the team was greeted by some lovely pink Faggio's. Hastily, we jumped on board, were briefed on what we were doing, and sent to the start line! The team had reached the start line, some were nervous, some were overconfident, but everyone was ready, and excited. The countdown started, and we were off! Well, after the choke of second gear on a Faggio, we were off! The team 'shot' around the track, only sometimes crashing and stalling. And with one injury, the races were a success! After letting off steam, the group gathered around their beaten up, steaming at the engine Faggio's. The PR team blew it out of the water with this one!

The Underground have a few things to be recognised by - their masks, their clothes, and their vehicles. Sofia was no stranger to ink, she had sleeves on her arms, and medium pieces on the back of her calves. But this time was different. As the group pulled up to the tattoo parlour, she was reminded of why she loved the art of tattooing so much. This time - she felt a chill in her stomach, and she began to feel a thrill. She was to be marked, permanently, as a member of the family she adored. After patiently waiting her turn, Sofia sprung into the seat without hesitation, laid on her front, and gritted her teeth. A few sharp inhales and groans later, she leapt out of her seat, ran to the mirror and looked at her back. This was it, a permanent reminder of her family, The Underground. Hastily, she tied her hair back in a bun behind her head, not only to ease the stinging of her hair brushing from side to side over the tattoo. But to show off her new mark. The Mark of the Rats.

Welcome!

+1, with the emphasis of players being held responsible for the RP of their injuries. The only issue I see is possibly if someone gets injured and no one is around - them then roleplaying a lesser injury to prevent going to the hospital.

Welcome! I’m sure you’ll fit in well.

Thank you for the request! These are usually done in batches so please be patient while an admin gets around to it.

Thank you for the request! These are usually done in batches so please be patient while an admin gets around to it.

Massive +1, less OOC ‘punishments’ for RP actions. Allows more fun for those who partake in crim RP instead of AFKing in a cell for hours.

Hey! I would like to request to change my Forum name to 'Josh-' please! Thank you.

DMC on Top It was another normal day for Shaquille, and he had just flown into the city for the first time in a while. After a long battle with that ever so thin line between good, and bad - he’d decided he wanted to make something of himself. Shaq pulled out his phone and got to job searching. He had often seen taxi drivers around the city and was intrigued. He called for one ride, to see what they were like as a company, but more importantly as people, and then another ride, and another - he had found where he believed he was meant to be, and filled in the application form. Fast forward a few weeks later, and Shaq had met some new people in DCC, he was a trainee but aspiring to be so much more. DCC management saw this and took a liking to Shaq’s character. One night, he was lost for things to do, he had a long day of sitting in a taxi, driving people from A to B – The, at the time PR director of DCC, Jay Spades approached him, and asked if he liked motorcycles and if he wanted to come along to a ride with a group of friends the same evening. Shaq didn’t hesitate to say yes, and off he went. He bought a Daemon from the nearest dealership and went to meet at the Diablos MC clubhouse. Shaq was nervous at first, he knew a few familiar faces from DCC, but that was it. As soon as he walked through that door, he was greeted by a sense of brotherhood, and comradery. This was the place for Shaq - he got his bike painted in the famous red and gold colourway, he was given a black mask, and he was officially a hang-around, of the Diablos Motorcycle Club. After one of Shaq’s first few rides, everyone headed back to the clubhouse, poured some whiskey, and shot the shit between some mates. All of the members were called upstairs. Shaq was minding his business, sipping his Glenfiddich – when he was told over the radio to head upstairs by the club's president, Charlie Rellet. He was confused, and a little drunk, but as he walked up the stairs and around the corner, he was handed a prospect patch, he knew he’d found where he belonged, a family, a brotherhood. Shaquille Denton DFFD Diablos Forever, Forever Diablos.

Joshua Denton - Two tickets!