Everywhere you go, there's no-go zones. Barbarians used to say that G-Kings couldn't move out from under the Loop or go north or east of Promenade. Zombie led the charge across the borderline, and proved them wrong. Javez started going on dawn raid tagging missions into Barbarian turf and put up G-King markers all over enemy territory. The rest of the Gs had the choice between following him and defending the markers or staying on home turf and letting the Barbarians deface the Gresty colours.
The Barbarians are gone now - Zombie and some of the others pretty much saw to that - and there's expensive art books full of photographs of some of the tags Javez put up all along Promenade. You don't see Zombie and Javez around Gresty so much these days, but someone still got to be there to push out into the no-go zones and fly the G-King colours in the places where they're not supposed to be seen. In the absence of anyone else, Shift's decided that the task now falls to her.
SPPD said the Gs can have the New Cross Skatepark but from now on they have to confine their shit to the designated areas. Shift said fuck you, and held a flashmob party in the then recently-vacated SPPD sub-precinct house in South Havalynd, handing out spray cans to everyone as they came in the doors, reclaiming the place and turning cop shop into a graffiti art gallery.
The Mayor's Office declares a big 'war on graffiti' initiative, telling everyone it's time to make San Paro beautiful again. Shift and some of her crew sneak into the Kunst Museum the night before the campaign launch, and make some design changes to the poster image that's going to be unveiled to the San Paro press corps the next morning. Images from the press conference, featuring Mayor Derren standing in front of an artfully-rendered giant spraypaint image of herself performing a graphic sex act on a well-known cartoon character, are still doing the rounds on the internet.
Corporate hire-cops lay down the new rules, telling the Gs that, from now on, Silver Street, Shianxi and Empire Boulevards, along with the whole of the Needles, are now completely out of bounds. Only way anyone from Gresty is going in there is if they've got a job as streetcleaners or janitor staff. Shift hits back, tagging a bunch of Praetorian prowl cars with heat-sensitive paint that only becomes visible as it dries out in the heat of the day. Praetorian units spend all day on patrol, wondering why pedestrians are all laughing at them. It's only when they get back to the depot that they see what's written across their vehicles' fronts and rears. At the same time, someone cyber-bombs the Praetorians' website, and, for most of the day, visitors are redirected to a mirror site showing an artfully-rendered animation of Justin Teng performing a graphic sex act on a well-known cartoon character.
Mayor Derren and Justin Teng aren't amused. So far, though, neither of them have been able to alter SPPD and Praetorian shoot-to-kill policies to include crimes of public humiliation. Shift stays on the move, travelling light, keeping to the shadows. Everyone knows the name - she always signs all his work - but not so many people know the face. Not many people even know Shift is a chick, and even fewer know what she looks like, or realise just how young she really is.
She thinks she's the first of a new breed. Guerrilla graffiti. Art terrorism. Cyber-strikes. Anarchist tactics. Bullets and guns aren't the only weapons you can use to fight a war.
Subject Fwd: Quote of the day
We can have democracy, or we can have great wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, but we cant have both. - Ambrose Bierce
CSA's got the media sewn up. Rich guys who run it all say theyre impartial, but who you think theyre going to support us, or the other rich guys were fighting?
We got our own thing - Radio Free G. All truth, all Gresty, all day 24/7.
Praetorian e-warfare jams us out, Im taking it to lie-Net. They close us down there, Im climbing up top the Seindorf Tower with a loudhailer until they have to send the SWAT choppers to bring me down.
Cant stop us, not when truth begins with a G.
Fwd: Quote of the day
A police state is a state run by criminals. anon
You look like you got the idea. Turn things around, turn them upside down. Mess with their heads.
CSA mind-control drones everywhere, wanting to turn everything into their world. We flip that round on them get inside their system, mess with it. Turn it into our system, use it against them.
Mind-control drones cant handle that. Makes their programming break down. System error. System crash.
Need to make things crazy before anyones going to be able to be sane again.
Fwd: Quote of the day
If I cant dance, its not my revolution. Emma Goldman
Different ways of messing with the mind-control drones. Me, I got my own style. Remember when we changed the Praetorians website entry page to that animation of 4 Wheeled Doggi pitching it to Justin Teng?
Or that time when we snuck into the 'Torian vehicle yard and wrote stuff all over their prowl cars in heat-sensitive paint? By midday they were riding around getting mad as hell, cause everyone was laughing at them and they didnt know why.
Bullets and guns aren't the only weapons you can use to fight a war.
Fwd: Quote of the day
What you call crime, I merely call necessary social evolution. Terence Piper
Everywhere you go, always someone saying you cant. Barbarians used to tell us the NCS was no-go for Gs.
Corporate hire cops say Silver, Shianxi, Empire and the Needles is no-go to anyone from Gresty. Yeah? Soon see about that.
Got Red Rain in Midtown and Blood Rose Waterfront freaks telling us to stay off their turf. Soon show them how that works.
Got politicians talking about G-Town being a no-go area. Tell that to the people whove got no choice but to live there already.
Change is coming, though. Believe it.
Fwd: Quote of the day
The damage runs too deep. To save San Paro, its most corrupt institutions police, government, traditional criminal and business oligarchies - must be seen as our enemies. Luke Waskawi
Saw one of them job application forms recently. Asked me where I see myself being in five years time.
Not working in Tastyburger or working a tollbooth on the Trasket turnpike like the application wanted me to. Thats for sure.
Five years time, were going to be everywhere. Gs are taking over. 4real.
Got ideas behind us. Got G-truth behind us. Got money behind us our own rich guy who fell out with the other rich guys over rich guy stuff.
I've seen the future, and its brought to you by the letter G.
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Subject Biography: The Media
As more than one commentator has suggested, perhaps San Paro gets the media it deserves. The city and its media - TV, radio, press & magazines, internet - need each other. The city feeds the media with the spectacle it craves - glamorous and exotic San Paro; violent and dangerous San Paro - and the media projects this excess back to it. San Paro gets the media it deserves, but it also gets the media it wants.
Top of the heap, of course, is Effigy magazine, self-declared arbiter of everything that is fashionable, desirable and dream-attainable in San Paro. For many outsiders, Effigy magazine - its glamour, its chic amorality, its obsession with celebrity status no matter how it's achieved, its ruthless drive to find the new zeitgeist, and its seemingly effortless ability to stay on top of it ahead of all the competition - is San Paro. The competition tell each other its had its day... and then go on slavishly imitating it, celebrities claim to despise it... and then scream down cellphones at PRs who have to tell them they've bumped off this month's cover spot by a younger and hotter new star. Cultural commentators condemn its shallowness and the celebrity-at-any-cost message it sends out to a status-obsessed population... and then send their secretaries out to the newsstand to buy the latest issue.
Editors come and go, burned out by the magazine's relentless pursuit of the latest cutting edge cool, but publisher and Editor-in-chief Darius Frank goes on forever, deciding what's in and what's out. He puts Jeung and Charlotte Bloodrose on the cover and declares that Crime is the New Sex. Two months later, LaRocha is Effigy cover boy, all muscle tone, cool-looking Special Forces tattoos and eyes full of cold and deadly intent. Praetorian recruitment figures spike off the chart, everyone debates the cover-line claim that Enforcement is everything, and Darius Frank is already moving on to the next cover star, the next trend to unearth and make his own.
The 'Age of Glam-Anarchy' - as an Effigy cover feature once proclaimed San Parians to now be living in - has been good to the magazine, expanding the range of celebrities and fashion role models necessary to feed its readership's insatiable demand for novelty and variety. Now, anyone can be a celebrity, if they have what it takes to rise above the common herd and get themselves noticed. Sport, fashion, music, film & TV, politics - these were all the traditional ways to do this. Now, in Darius Frank's Age of Glam-Anarchy, crime and street violence is just another way of getting noticed. Get noticed enough, draw enough publicity to yourself and show something of that spark of originality and zeitgeist momentum that everyone craves, and Effigy may come calling. Your moment in the sun might be brief, but it's still more than millions of your fellow San Parians will ever achieve.
The other media outlets trail in Effigy's wake, frequently providing the raw material from which it creates new San Paro icons. The Bankside Voice, former champion of the San Paro counter-culture, now throws its weight behind the CSA vigilantes, arguing that, in a society as corrupt and as lawless as San Paro's, the new radical counter-culture movement can only be a law enforcement one. Rev, secretly funded by Luke Waskawi as a means of propagating the Asylum manifesto, walks the other side of the street, being in everything but name the magazine for San Paro's criminal organisations.
It's on the city's TV and web outlets, however, that the action really heats up. Nantego News Network (aka3N ) is the city's largest 24-hour news channel, becoming increasingly reliant on an audience-pleasing diet of high speed car chases, gunfights and hostage dramas captured live on the city streets by its roving news teams. In terms of sensationalist crime glamourisation, though, it's still playing catch-up with younger and more aggressive competitor 211 in Progress, which is dedicated solely to crime coverage. 2iP cameras are everywhere, lapping up the action, making overnight stars of Enforcers and Criminals alike, and there are rumours of the channel signing some of the most popular gunslingers on both sides up to exclusivity contracts that forbid them to work with other networks. Not far behind these rumours are the other, darker, ones; of collusion between the channel and its favourite subjects. Criminals set up crimes specifically for the cameras. Or the channel passes along tips from criminal contacts to its favoured star Enforcers, while ensuring it's there to get the best footage when the Enforcers spring a lethal ambush on yet another group of targets.
Or so the rumours go.
Elsewhere, on i-Net (aka San Paro i-Net, or SPiN) and San Paro Public Cable, everyone gets - and many take - their shot at instant media fame. Faction-orientated blogs, websites and propaganda channels sprout like weeds all over both networks. N-Force, Justice Now, Street Power, Fightback, Counterstrike and Judgement Day are just a couple of the pro-Enforcer sites and channels out there. Opposing them, are the pro-Criminal ones, some of them associated with specific and well-known gangs, others are more individual efforts, or just generally in favour of anything related to Criminal-inspired violence and mayhem - the Blood Palace, Once We Were Kings, No Rulez, Takedown, @sylum, We Own The Streets, Street Rip.
In between the Faction-orientated channels and sites come the neutrals - Crossfire, Bullet Time, Collateral Damage, Chaos Theory - which chronicle the daily violent goings-on in the city. Ordinary citizens trying to make sense of what their city has become, violence groupies watching from the sidelines like enthusiastic sports fans, wannabe Mikko Wongs hoping their amateur journalism efforts might get picked up by one of the major media outlets, or just lone voices shouting out for attention. They're all there.
Everyone's online. Everyone gets access to the city's wangled warren of public cable channels. Everyone wants to be heard and noticed. Everyone wants their moment to stand out from the crowd.
Biography: Joker Gunworks
Joker (Joker 45's / Joker Gunworks)
San Paro's most notorious home-grown weapon manufacturer and champion of the right to bear arms. According to the company, Joker Gunworks was formed in 1977 to meet increasing demand from consumers. Famous for their tag line - "Who's laughing now?" over half of the gun homicides between April 2005 and September 2007 in San Paro were committed with their powerful and compact handguns. The SPPD, have lobbied unsuccessfully to have their Midtown works shut down, or its output more carefully licensed, but Joker continues to avoid censure, leading to suspicions of corporate or governmental interference. Many of their weapons reaching the streets cannot be accounted for through legitimate sales.
Biography: Luke Waskawi (Part 2)
A mobster-organised wildcat strike left the plant paralysed. The plant owners, tired of economic blackmail, shipped in cheap scab labour to keep the plant running. An ugly and potentially violent industrial dispute loomed, with angry picket line confrontations between the strikers and their shipped-in replacements. Waiting in the wings were the SPPD riot squads, with Chief Thirly taking his orders not from the Mayor's Office but from the plant owners' corporate allies, who wanted the juice to keep flowing and the power of the mob-backed unions to be broken. Heads were already being broken on the picket line - there were rumours that many of the hired muscle strike-breakers brought in by the plant owners were actually off-duty cops moonlighting with the express approval of the Commissioner's office.
Vincent Waskawi knew that something had to be done before people started dying. In secret, through his contacts with local politicians, he arranged a meeting with Mayor Derren himself, hoping that the two of them would be able to mediate a peaceful end to the dispute, a dispute that too many others - the corporates and the criminals - had a vested interest in seeing ending in violence.
Waskawi Senior never made it to that meeting. The next morning, his body was found in an alley near his home. He had been savagely beaten to death, by - according to the post-mortem - wooden cudgels of the type carried by both sides on the picket line. Luke Waskawi saw his father's smashed body before they took it away. The sight of it lying there in that filthy alley was the last lesson his father would impart to him; there are forces in the world that cannot be negotiated with or rationally dealt with. They must be destroyed completely, before they destroy you. It was a lesson he was never to forget.
No-one ever found out who killed Vincent Waskawi. It could have been the corporates or even their pet thugs in the SPPD, whose purposes were suited by a violent end to the dispute and subsequent crushing of the power of organised labour in San Paro. Or it could have been the criminals, taking revenge for Vincent's refusal to back the strike. In later years, Luke Waskawi wouldn't care which way it had fallen; he would have his revenge on them all, regardless.
Mayor Derren attended the funeral and solemnly shook hands with the young Luke. Luke would always remember that moment. The next time he would see Derren in the flesh again, he would be aiming a gun at the man's chest.
After the father's death, Luke and his mother drifted apart, her into religion - the church had always played an important part of her life - and him into petty crime, the crimes becoming less petty the older he became. He had inherited all of his father's intelligence and ability to read people, and more besides, and it wasn't difficult for him to attract others to him and get them to do what he wanted.
His talents did not go unnoticed. The same men who tried to recruit the father now saw possibilities in the son. Luke may have been highly intelligent, but he was also young and still naive, and flattered that these rich and powerful men would take him into their confidence. They told him that his father had been murdered by the SPPD, on the orders of Thirly's corporate paymasters, and that Mayor John Derren had been complicit in the whole affair. They showed him proof - provided by their own people inside the SPPD - to back up their claims.. They told him that he and they had a common enemy - the arch-hypocrite Derren, who talked about cleaning up the city, but who did nothing about the rapacious Havalynd corporations, and who always looked the other way when it came to dealing with the endemic corruption within the city's police department.
Luke Waskawi was already a loaded weapon. All these men did was point him at a target of their choosing.
They told him that he would not be the only gunman in the crowd that day. They told him that Derren's SPPD bodyguards had been taken care of, and would allow him to escape in the confusion of the aftermath of the multiple assassin shooting. They told him many things, and he, in his eager naivety, believed them all.
Despite their lies, Luke Waskawi is still grateful to these men. They taught him the last two valuable lessons he needed in life. They taught him that anyone can be played, if you offer them something they subconsciously want, and they taught them never again to become directly involved in events if you can get someone else to do your dirty work for you.
He remembers the events of the shooting only in strange disconnected snatches. The puzzled look of half-recognition on John Derren's face as Waskawi stepped out of the crowd towards him, and the way the mayor's police bodyguards seemed to magically divert their attention elsewhere just at that vital moment. He remembers the look on the face of the young girl - Jane Derren, he now knows - as she saw her father collapse in front of her, the white of his shirt soaking red from the five bullets Waskawi put through his chest. And he remembers the big cop - the then-lieutenant Einehower - grabbing him and pushing him to the ground, dislocating one of his shoulders as he wrenched the gun out of his hand, the big man screaming at the other cops not to shoot, that the gunman was only a kid. He remembers the numb realisation then that the mayor's bodyguards had been in on the plan, but their main role was to shoot him dead immediately after Derren was dead, severing the link between Derren's killer and those who had wanted him dead.
Name Stages Final Stage ORDERS FROM ON HIGH 4 TerritoryControl SPRAY ME UP, BUTTERCUP 4 Bombing THE ARTISTRY OF THE SPRAYCAN 3 Graffiti CONSUMER RIGHTS 4 Graffiti SKIDMARKS 4 MovingTarget CASH FOR CLUNKERS 4 TerritoryControl NO UNACCOMPANIED G-KINGS 3 Graffiti OBJECTION! 4 Escort GUN-KINGS 5 Escort YOU'RE FIRED! 4 TerritoryControl THE MAN KNOWS HIS JEWELRY 5 TerritoryControl ONE NIGHT IN SOFIA 5 MovingTarget EVERYBODY COMES TO RICK'S 4 TerritoryControl IT'S A STEAL! 5 Deathmatch BLIND JUSTICE 4 Graffiti DELIVER THE LIVER 5 MovingTarget BURN TO EARN 4 TakeOverDeathmatch AN EXPLOSIVE TRIAL 6 Deathmatch IN, OUT, SPRAY IT ALL ABOUT 4 TakeOverDeathmatch TOUGH LOVE 5 Deathmatch CLEANING UP CONTROVERSY 5 MovingTarget POWDER TRAIL 3 Deathmatch POP3 A CAP 5 TakeOverDeathmatch KLEPTOMANIA 5 TerritoryControl BADGE OF DISHONOR 5 TerritoryControl ROUTERS AND SHOOTERS 4 MovingTarget THERE'S NO EYE IN TEAM 5 Delivery TAGGED AND BAGGED 3 TerritoryControl
Level Name 10 Like Lightning (10 Joker Tickets)
You wanna do something cool? <col: Yellow>Blitzkrieg 2 Enforcers</col> for me. 2 kills in five seconds. Get in there and hit them like a bolt of lightning!
Earn <col: Yellow>1</col> Blitzkrieg medals.