#Yolo2077
Standing outside a dingy alleyway in Night City, handguns of varying size in hand, were several members of the Bookers gang, dressed in a mixture of side-ways caps, spray tans, dress shirts with popped collars and gold chains.
These monumental cyberdouches had one hand on their piece, the other on their pads and phones, posting statuses about the gang fight they were about to have with the Threesixties gang, a group of profane and bigoted youths who decided to take their skills at violent VR sims and raging into the real world.
The Bookers could see two 'sixties in the alleyway they were staking out, boasting about how much sex, drugs and moms their doing, their loud nasal voices and the boom box next to them blaring dubstep making them unable to hear the fervent screen tapping of the rival gang right around the corner.
Once every Booker has posted and liked each others statuses they immediatly pocketed their pads and phones and turned the safeties off on their guns.
„Yolo.“ Said their leader as he needlessly cocked his weapon, and his comerades yoloed back in unison, and charged.
Gunshots quickly heated the air as the douchebags got the drop on the ragers, filling the two early 21st century army clad men with holes and promptly flooring them.
But this wasnt the end, as the other Threesixties were alerted of their comerades deaths via a modified Times Square HUD depicting who killed who and with what. Grabbing their scopeless sniper rifles, lighting up their custom left cyber-arms in an orange light and snatching their lucky synthweed bags they barelled down stairs to where the gunshots came from.
When they reached the exit they found that they all had trouble squeezing through the same tight doorway due to how many of them there was.
„QUIT BLOCKING NIGGERFAGGOT“ shouted one of them
„YOUR MOMS A NIGGERFAGGOT“ Retorted another
The Bookers reaction to this inconvenience was nothing short of amused, as some of them literally started repeating the word „Lol.“ over and over and contorting their faces into XD grimaces while some others took out their pads and phones and began to photograph the scene along with them selves making peace signs and pouting their lips in a strange, duck-like fashion.
Finally the pretend army men broke free of the tight corridor and collapsed in a heap in front of the bookers who switched from photos and laughter to lifting their guns on a moments notice.
It was going to be bloody…
TO BE CONTINUED!
Standing outside a dingy alleyway in Night City, handguns of varying size in hand, were several members of the Bookers gang, dressed in a mixture of side-ways caps, spray tans, dress shirts with popped collars and gold chains.
These monumental cyberdouches had one hand on their piece, the other on their pads and phones, posting statuses about the gang fight they were about to have with the Threesixties gang, a group of profane and bigoted youths who decided to take their skills at violent VR sims and raging into the real world.
The Bookers could see two 'sixties in the alleyway they were staking out, boasting about how much sex, drugs and moms their doing, their loud nasal voices and the boom box next to them blaring dubstep making them unable to hear the fervent screen tapping of the rival gang right around the corner.
Once every Booker has posted and liked each others statuses they immediatly pocketed their pads and phones and turned the safeties off on their guns.
„Yolo.“ Said their leader as he needlessly cocked his weapon, and his comerades yoloed back in unison, and charged.
Gunshots quickly heated the air as the douchebags got the drop on the ragers, filling the two early 21st century army clad men with holes and promptly flooring them.
But this wasnt the end, as the other Threesixties were alerted of their comerades deaths via a modified Times Square HUD depicting who killed who and with what. Grabbing their scopeless sniper rifles, lighting up their custom left cyber-arms in an orange light and snatching their lucky synthweed bags they barelled down stairs to where the gunshots came from.
When they reached the exit they found that they all had trouble squeezing through the same tight doorway due to how many of them there was.
„QUIT BLOCKING NIGGERFAGGOT“ shouted one of them
„YOUR MOMS A NIGGERFAGGOT“ Retorted another
The Bookers reaction to this inconvenience was nothing short of amused, as some of them literally started repeating the word „Lol.“ over and over and contorting their faces into XD grimaces while some others took out their pads and phones and began to photograph the scene along with them selves making peace signs and pouting their lips in a strange, duck-like fashion.
Finally the pretend army men broke free of the tight corridor and collapsed in a heap in front of the bookers who switched from photos and laughter to lifting their guns on a moments notice.
It was going to be bloody…
TO BE CONTINUED!
