[imported_wold]

This is a story about Gris and Wold and there journey into Imaginenation Xtreme…

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This is Gris

hes the hardest mother phucker on the streets alot of crackers found out that the hard way and alot more are about to

And don't you dare forget about Wold

Hes a legend the only thing he can't break into is his own stash hes tight with his money but loose with other peoples

Were from the east side of Britain... the slums. Were what you consider the lucky ones, we managed to get out. At a young age we started selling some nightshade on the streets of Brit to get by. As we got older we started on some harder crime stealing whatever we wanted, whatever we felt like. As we grew our reputation grew and we caught the eyes of Messiah the boss of Empire one of the biggest Gangs in Britain. He helped us, gave us a better life made us what we are today...

Now we live by only one rule

"Make us your friend we got your back for life, make us your enemy and Imaginenation ain't big enough for you to hide in"

Now let us begin...
*lights a spliff*

It was a few days ago and it was what seemed to be just another normal day of crime. We woke up in Empires lavish mansion on the east side of Brit slipped on our shoes, doorag and baggy jumpers and pants all showing off our Gang colors to show peeps we ain't playing round and to REPRESENT! Anyway.. when we were ready we made our way to Messiahs office

Who's Messiah you ask?

You gotta be kidding everyones heard of our main man Messiah! Hes the King Ping the Big Boss you probably think of him as a
Drug Lord, you catch the drift. This guys filthy rich and who said crime doesn't pay? Consider it lucky to be able to roll with this guy and trust me! TRUST ME! you don't want to get on his bad side. Hes got more connections than you have fingers. You don't want to join the other bodies lying in the gutters of Brit so don't go messin round in his business! YA HEARD ME!

Anyway... after greeting Messiah it turned to business, he wanted us to run some errands. Messiah asked us to sell some nightshade in Brit and check on Empires b!tches running the corners of Brit. We had done it a million times and considered it one of the easier tasks we’ve had to do. After saying our goodbyes we decided it time to head into Brit bumping into our homeboy Slim on the way out.

This is our homeboy

This crackers quick on his feet! He's dodged more bullets... I mean.. arrows than 50 cent!! You need to call on someone Slims your man he'll be there no matter what. This guys like a clock always reliable and always on time! Even if the odds are against him he will stand by your side.

After catching up with Slim we made our way into Brit. We decided to quickly check on our b!tches to see how business is going and to make sure their alright. There they were in all their glory wearing skimpy clothing and strutting their booty along the street. They were being ordered around by our head mistress Maya.

Man this girl is hot

(proper pic lost in INR forever... p.s. Maya is elcid hehe)
But don't get me wrong you don't want to catch this girl in "season" she will snap you like a twig. We have a little saying about the guys who decide to take this crazy PMS b!tch on.. "Sticks and stones WILL break your bones...your face and leave you and your family dead in the gutters of Britain" Not to mention you touch her you got the whole of Empire lookin to whoop your ass! Moral of the story: Don't Phuck around with this b!tch!

Anyway after confronting the b!tches we found business to be good. But all was not good when one slut decided to open her mouth when she thought she wasn't receiving what she was entitled to. She yelled "I need more money! I can barely feed my children and I'm behind on rent!" Gris shook his head immediately knowing what was about to happen. Wold took a glove from within his pocket slid it on his hand and proceeded to dip it in a pouch of powder. The whore paced backwards at the sight, pleeding with Wold "Please, please don't im sorry" Wold ignored her whines stepped forward and gave her face the full weight of his PIMP hand. She was knocked unconscious which didn't seem to bother Gris or Wold as they left her lifeless body on the side of the road.

This situation was under control so we decided to forefill our other errand. We went to our usual spot and without success, an hour had passed without a single customer. This was not good if we didn't sell anything Messiah wasn't going to be happy and if Messiahs not happy, were going to be b!tch slapped back into our mummas uterus. We made the decision to cross into the West Side of Britain and compete with rival gangs for some customers. We knew it was dangerous but crime is always dangerous and it was a risk we needed to take. All was going well we had a steady flow of customers and no problems from rival gangs in the area.

Or was it?
DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!!!!

All we heard was the sound of horses galloping and before we knew it 3 or 4 hooded figures, was hard to tell at the time, came riding at us. Gris yelled to Wold "Get down its a ride-by!!!" It was to late they had caught us by surprise as they withdrew their 9mm crossbows. They let off round by round as they rode by and after what seemed like an eternity they hooned off into the distance leaving us laying on the side of the road. Wold whispered to Gris "Are you alright?" after Gris patted himself down he replied in a surprised tone "yeah... yeah im good.. they missed." We stood up knowing we were lucky to escape with our lives, but it wasn't over yet. In the distance we heard the sirens *cough* voices of guards making their way towards us. Gris cussed "Damn its the PIGS!" We called our homeboy Magus otherwise known as the Mount PIMP!

This is Magus

this crackers got crazy weapon skills he had my back since preschool if it uses regs hes casted it! This cracker can hook you up with the flyest ride in the whole of Imagination! You don't believe me? Just check out this PIMPed out ride!!


Just look at the chromed hooves and leather saddle.. this shit makes me cream my pants

Don't worry i wasn't gonna leave ya hanging! We called Magus on our cell phones(i just couldn’t find a UO substitute so deal with it!) and he was on his way. In the matter of seconds he had arrived to pick us up. We jumped on the horses and burnt it off leaving the Guards in our dust. As we rode back to the Empires Gang Head Quarters only one thing was on our mind revenge. With Messiahs permission we investigated the event with the Town Cryers... Somehow they always know whats going on we checked out their website www.uselessfacts.com/towncryers and found out it was the Notorious Goblin-Unit. It was time to get our payback we called in the troops, both Magus and Zoah were going to come along...

Zoah.. whats there to say about Zoah

You see this guy and your screens gonna fade to black. He'll phuck people up... he fast as shit to! This kid was born with the ability to kill. He came out of his mumma with a bag of regs and a spellbook ready to phuck people over! You want something done bring this guy with ya!