Gotta keep movin', that's what Javez always tells himself. Had a full name once, left it behind the day he walked out of school, aged thirteen, and never looked back at the place. Got a whole bunch of other names too, written across a whole bunch of police files, probation reports and social worker casenotes. Good luck to whoever wants to try to piece 'em all together and work out that they're all about the same person.
Gotta keep movin'. Don't let 'em get a fix on you. You stop, you're dead.
Javez grew up in Gresty. Usual way out of there was through crime. Having a regular job - driving a delivery truck, or standing out there in a monkey suit on Silver or Empire and opening doors for people - made you almost a pillar of the community. Javez didn't go for any of that. Didn't know what he wanted to do, just that he wanted out.
Skateboarding was cool, though. Hanging out down at the NCS, watching kids fall on their ass. Javez did plenty of that too. Couldn't 'board worth a damn. Scratch that as a way of getting out of Gresty.
The skatepark had another use, though. Blank canvas. All that concrete, in handy San Paro municipal grey, just waiting for someone to do something more interesting with it. The crew Javez hung out with, some were born to have guns in their hand, others a spike in their arm. Javez, though; put a paintcan in his hand, and he's a fuckin' artist.
Tagging was his thing. G-Kings' artist-in-residence. Back then, they weren't the biggest or the baddest gang in the city, and they still had plenty of problems with the Barbarians over on Border, but everyone still knew who they were. His tags, all over the city. Works of fuckin' art.
Others thought so. Effigy magazine said street was back in again. Picture it: Javez, glossy magazine cover star.
So now he's finally moving. Out of Gresty. Into the art galleries on Canalside and the Important People party circuit. Maybe flavour of the month, but he's going to make it last as long as he can. Rich bitches dig him, especially if he lays the ghetto stuff on thick. He meets Bonita Benjamin. They had a thing together for a short while, but don't talk about it anymore. That's cool. No problem there.
She introduces him to Big Daddy Arlon. Arlon's hip; sees right through the ghetto act and tells Javez he knows he's smarter than that. Arlon's a cool guy; came up from the streets, but never makes a big deal about it.
Arlon talks art. Arlon talks politics. Starts giving him books to read. Javez's head gets turned inside out. On the move again. Not social mobility now; mental mobility. Free your mind, and your ass will follow.
Street art goes back out of style. Effigy says he's gone from Hot to Not. Javez doesn't care. Got bigger things going on inside his head than wanting to ball their next month's cover model anyway.
Arlon's got a new thing going on. Javez wants in. This city. Just one big blank canvas, waiting for someone to start writing new ideas all across it.
STANDING REQUIRED: 0
No Unlocks for this level.
STANDING REQUIRED: 12,600
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|"GK Biker" GutterStar Scarf||Clothing||$90||0|
|"GK Biker" Bomber Jacket||Clothing||$125||0|
|"GK Biker" G Boots||Clothing||$85||0|
|"GK Biker" G Logo T||Clothing||$25||0|
|"GK Biker" G-King Boardhawks||Clothing||$50||0|
|"GK Biker" Red-hot Stud Belt||Clothing||$12||0|
|"GK Biker" Jacket||Clothing||$525||0|
|"GK Biker" G Crown Skate Shoes||Clothing||$90||0|
|"GK Biker" Case In Point Cap||Clothing||$90||0|
|"GK Biker" X-Petal Red Skull (Middle, R)||Clothing||$17||0|
|"GK Biker" Sharp Shoota Stud (L)||Clothing||$20||0|
|"GK Biker" Sharp Shoota Stud (R)||Clothing||$20||0|
|"GK Biker" Star Power T||Clothing||$25||0|
|"GK Biker" Urban Forest Shorts||Clothing||$65||0|
|Wart Hog Logo||Symbols||$0||0|
|Wart Hog Logo||Unlocks||$0||0|
|Balkan Ravan 201 E||Vehicles||$10,000||30|
|T-25 SPC II "Rampage"||Vehicles||$10,000||30|
I'm a big fan of grenades. I'm making a frag video in honor of my favorite type and need some footage. Grenade kill 3 Enforcers. Doesn't have to be all at once and can be with any kind of grenade, I just need some footage.
Kill 3 Enforcers with grenades.
|ORDERS FROM ON HIGH|
|SPRAY ME UP, BUTTERCUP|
|THE ARTISTRY OF THE SPRAYCAN|
|CASH FOR CLUNKERS|
|NO UNACCOMPANIED G-KINGS|
|GUN RUN GANG|
|THE MAN KNOWS HIS JEWELRY|
|ONE NIGHT IN SOFIA|
|EVERYBODY COMES TO RICK'S|
|DIRT ON THE DEPARTMENT|
|JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED|
|IT'S A STEAL!|
|DELIVER THE LIVER|
|BURN TO EARN|
|AN EXPLOSIVE TRIAL|
|IN, OUT, SPRAY IT ALL ABOUT|
|THE HOBBY HOODS|
|A TAX ATTACK|
|CREME DE LA CRIME|
|MAKING A RACKET|
|FAMILY FUN DAY|
|CLEANING UP CONTROVERSY|
|POP3 A CAP|
|THE CUCKOLD STRIKES BACK|
|UP THE ARSENAL|
|LET US SPRAY|
|I AM NOT A CROOK|
|BADGE OF DISHONOR|
|ROUTERS AND SHOOTERS|
|THERE'S NO EYE IN TEAM|
|SHOCK FOR THE JOCK|
|A DISH BEST SERVED COLD|
|THE BIG SCOOP|
|THAT TV'S BIGGER THAN MY HOUSE|
|TAGGED AND BAGGED|
Charge-National was co-founded by Arlon Cody Burns (the founder of Dolton), and Valentin Fischer an orange farmer from Florida who'd amassed enough money to invest in his passion for automobiles. On August 1915, Charge-National introduced the "Silver Star Sedan", a five-passenger touring sedan. The company almost ended there and then - the Silver Star suffering a short product recall on the first 20,000 machines due to misaligned brake components - but went on to be immensely popular. In 1955, Charge-National developed one of the most famous engines ever produced: the powerful and versatile V-CN8 that was quickly adopted by hot-rodders everywhere. By 1963, two out of every ten cars sold in the United States was a Charge-National. Building on the exceptional quality of their engines and engine components with luxury fittings and elegant styling, the company paved the way for the vehicles they produce today.
Biography: Asylum (Part 2)
Luke Waskawi saw what was happening there, and saw the potential of the place. A fortress built to protect its inhabitants from the outside world. A neutral location beyond all the normal gang turn boundaries, belonging to everyone and no-one. A recruiting station where San Paro's malcontents and outcasts congregated. A natural meeting point of different ideas and underground street cultures, but all sharing the same anti-authoritarian viewpoint and opposition to the status quo.
He let others take the credit, but it was Waskawi that came up with the idea for Asylum. Asylum was a place; the old Abington Towers. Asylum was a club night that drifted like a ghost through San Paro's club scene. Asylum was a state of mind and a revolutionary idea. Asylum was a fashion style and a hidden code; the discreetly Asylum symbol - turning up in everything from clothing designs to graffiti logos and hidden website easter eggs - allowing those in the know to find and recognise each other.
The Asylum club nights were central to everything, the vibe that everyone initially congregated around. It stays mobile. Special club nights at carefully selected venues around the city. None of them never openly announced, but those in the loop always hear about it and find their way there. The cops hunt for it, to bust it and shut it down, but it's an idea - a state of mind - not a place, and you can't shut down a state of mind. Once a month, it returns home to Abington Towers. Every homecoming is an event, and every time it comes home it brings more and more recruits with it. Many are just there for the party, but enough of them - more than enough, for Waskawi's purposes - get into the idea of the place. Some of them stay on, become part of the Asylum society. Most come and go, though, spreading the idea back into the city, drawing in more potential recruits.
The idea spreads. The Asylum state of mind increases in numbers.
Waskawi is an invisible presence in the place, sometimes glimpsed in passing at the monthly Asylum nights, but rarely recognised for who and what he is. Terence Piper is the front man, and Asylum's leader and guru. Piper preaches self-enforcement, everyone in Asylum working together to keep the co-operative vibe going, but step out of line and break Asylum's rules, and Waskawi and his people make their presence known. A lot of the kids who go there don't see it, but the gang members that come to the Asylum can spot hired muscle and trained mercs when they see them, and know the truth. Asylum is Waskawi's place, and in Luke Waskawi's house, the smart people know to play by Luke Waskawi's rules.
The word's out now in San Paro. There's something happening up at the Asylum. Something big. More and more people go there, eager to plug into the buzz coming off the place, and to get turned onto what's happening there. Piper preaches revolution of the mind, but Waskawi's got something a lot more literal in mind.
He wants to turn an insane world sane, and the army he's building up at the Asylum is how he's going to do it.
|DanceMichael Emote||DanceMichael Emote|
|Boom Box x2||Consumable|
|Large Supply Box x2||Consumable|
|Mobile Cover x2||Consumable|
|Satchel Charge x2||Consumable|
Welcome to the upper Gs.
You move up through the ranks, you'll see things start to change. Gs are Gs, but a lot of the ones you been hanging with are the foot soldiers. They do a righteous duty, no doubting that, but you think Zombie or Double-B are ever going to be anything more than what they already are?
Got to evolve, like me. You play this right, you're going to see a side of the Gs no-one knows about.
More to this crew than just being Gresty board rats.
Re: any advice, Javez?
Change. That's what it's about.
Look at me, used to be a Gresty board rat and tag-artist. Then, suddenly, tag art's big and I'm hanging out at those Canalside galleries, getting interviewed by Effigy and selling stuff to rich stiffs from Virginia Gardens.
Lotta girls on that scene really into street guys. Me, I play it up like I'm Zombie himself. Chicks love it! I'm not complaining much either.
And that's how I met Bonita B, and how the Gs hooked up with Big Daddy Arlon.
Shit, gotta run; something's come up. Later.
Meet the Benjamins
Guess it's okay to start telling you about the Benjamins. You keep moving up, you're gonna meet them soon enough.
Me and Bonita B used to have a thing together. She was like a lot of girls on that scene, wanting to hang out and play gangster princess.
Thru her I met Big Daddy Arlon. Arlon Benjamin. Rich guy that came up from the streets. One of those rich guys who wanted to change the world. Trouble was, all the other rich guys liked the way it was already, with them rich and everyone else not.
And that's where the Gs and Arlon came together.
Re: RE: Meet the Benjamins
You still not met Arlon yet, no? He's a cool guy. Turned me onto a lot of cool ideas.
Knows about politics, art, history, philosophy. All that stuff. Really turned my head around and got me thinking about things. Up until then, I'd just been playing the scene, getting paid and laid for being this new big 'street artist' discovery. Arlon changed all that.
I turned him on to the G-Kings. Arlon got what the Gs were about. Our enemies were his enemies; Bs and the Gs, fighting the Ps and the money men behind them.
Like I said, more to us than just Gresty board rats.
Re: Re: RE: Meet the Benjamins
You got the picture now? Gs bankrolled by some Havalynd rich guy to fight a bunch of other Havalynd rich guys. Our rich guy wants to change things. The other rich guys make their money from things staying the same.
You know Shift? She's plugged deep into this stuff. Says there's maybe someone else even behind Arlon. Can't say the name, not even here. You as smart as I think you are, you can maybe guess it.
We always part of someone's bigger picture, right?