Originally posted by asdf

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So I was chillin' out one day with my homies, smokin some pot like we usually did. We were discussing last night's football game. Suddenly, a dark red car pulled up beside us. We knew immediately what that meant, a rival gang was arriving. A window of the mysterious automobile rolled down, revealing a man with an eerie aura surrounding him. We approached it with caution. The strange man handed my friend Samuel a note, and drove off. The note stated that his gang had officially challenged ours to a turf war to take place at 11:30 PM Tuesday night.

The specifics of it shocked us all, though. There would be no weapons nor vehicles involved. It would be a fight to the death, our only weapons being our own fists. Arnold had taken boxing lessons, so he decided to teach us the way of the warrior. I had difficulty learning the techniques, though. I was ready to give up. That is when I remembered back to the time when I bailed out on some of my homies. There was a drive-by shooting, and I had an AK-47 with me. I could've easily stopped the car, but I dove for cover instead. All three of my fellow gangsters ended up dead. I was not about to let that happen again. Confidence regained, I went from an ameteur to a near-expert in just three days. I planned to fight for the honor of my gang, even if it meant death.

Tuesday night rolled around. This was it. The night of the turf war. Most of the gang was present in the dark alley we planned to quarrel in. The night was hot and humid. The suspense was unbearable. I was ready to kick some ass. Suddenly, we saw headlights approaching. It was them. They emerged from their vehicles in groups of four. We stared each other down. Our numbers were equal. After about a minute or so, one of their goons made the first move. He screamed out a war cry as he charged in for a sucker punch on Daniel. Luckily, my homie blocked it and punched the guy's nose in. From that point on, it was utter chaos. I fought hard without backing down. Knocking out those guys was easy, as they were unskilled in defending themselves. Reinforcements of theirs soon arrived though, and some tougher gang members joined in. We still managed to keep them busy, however. Then, it happened. A cry of pain. I looked to my left to see one of the rival gang members plunging a knife into my homie's body. "Those cheating bastards" I thought to myself. I dashed over to the asshat who did it, kicked the knife clear out of his hands with surprising precision, and smashed him in the mouth. This was turning out to be a more difficult battle than I thought.

Suddenly, a car sped into the war zone and stopped in the middle. I quickly realized it was armed with a bomb, stopped what I was doing, and ran away from the ticking time bomb. It exploded just as I got at a safe distance. Nobody else survived.

Saddened by this senseless loss, I moped back to the hideout. I saw light coming from a room though. It was a colorful light, with no sound accompanied. Using stealth, I crept up to the room and peered inside. I saw a lone member of the enemy gang, on the computer in his rival gang's hideout. Pulling out my switchblade, I snuck up behind him, covered his mouth, and slit his throat. Moving the dead corpse out of the way, I looked at the computer screen and saw this.

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I was immediately hooked.

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