- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
"Carlos, you've failed me again." Boss Calivera stared down the man across from his desk. "I'm sorry, Boss Calivera, it won't happen again. I promise." the man replied. "Carlos, you do realize you were shipping a truck load of HLHPs, right? The Brozzoli's are gonna kill me!" The man remains silent. "You don't even know what I'm talking about do you? HLHPs. Hot Lead Happy Pills. C40Q9. The only stable combination of Carbon, oxygen, and Quantanium. Do you know how I works?" He pulls a small silver capsule with a yellow smiley face on it. "Target ingests the capsule. After ten minutes to half an hour, the shell dissolves, and releases the C4OQ9 into the bloodstream. It travels through the body to the brain, gives you a high feeling. This lasts for half an hour. Then, the compound reacts with the plasma in the bloodstream, superheats the blood to boiling point, but it's so compact, it can't boil. Superheated blood rushes through the body, searing the inner tissues. Feels like your veins are full of, well, hot lead." Carlos stands there as the crime lord explains how the drug works. "Your hearing fades into a ring, you vision blacks out, and then..." he pauses, "you die. Half an hour of pleasure, three ours of agony, eternity in Hell." Carlos gulps. "I- I'm sorry Boss Calivera. It won't happen again-" The Hispanic/Italian man behind the desk slams his fist on the hard wood. "Your damn right it won't!" Otherwise, I'll be shoving one of these down your throat, capiche?!" Carlos nods nervously. "Yes sir, Boss." Calivera leans back in his chair. "Now get outa here, before I change my mind about keeping you." Carlos hurries out of the room, obviously nervous about the encounter. The Columbian Crime Boss stares at the smiling pill. "What the fuck," he asks the tiny capsule, "kind of a demented person do you have to be to smile like this, knowing what you do." He sighs and continues to stare at the pill, as though he is contemplating the wonders of the world, and staring at this pill will help him figure it all out.
((Rules: This takes place in 2021, but times have reverted back to the way they were in the 1920's, with the Mafia and some drug Cartels running the underground, a handful of honest cops trying to shut it down, the rest are on someone's payroll. You can play as either the head of a Family/Cartel, an enforcer/soldier/associate of one, a corrupt cop in a Don's/Boss's pocket, or one of the few honest cops trying to stop it. To avoid confusion, HLHPs are sold to the crime families to eliminate 'undesirable assets', such as rats, traitors, or Hits. If you have any further questions, PM me.))
((Rules: This takes place in 2021, but times have reverted back to the way they were in the 1920's, with the Mafia and some drug Cartels running the underground, a handful of honest cops trying to shut it down, the rest are on someone's payroll. You can play as either the head of a Family/Cartel, an enforcer/soldier/associate of one, a corrupt cop in a Don's/Boss's pocket, or one of the few honest cops trying to stop it. To avoid confusion, HLHPs are sold to the crime families to eliminate 'undesirable assets', such as rats, traitors, or Hits. If you have any further questions, PM me.))