2072
| | Sep/Oct 2072 |
 The rules One Vehicle, One or Two* Teammates per gang To be held at the SS Arena(with bunkers). If there winds up a lot of people then it might get moved to the double down arena. Prize of one Pristine Fire Engine to sole survivor* and immortality. No resigns no escapes only death ends the event for your team. Or immortal victory. This is an annual event to be held at the end of every season. Current list of contenders Joel Autobaun Joels Bastards Necrotech Blood and Iron *Snipe* Renshai StCrispin SwordStroke Enterprises *JeeTeeOh* Loose Cannons *Rev. V* Cestus Dei Boonwolf Finger 3 SmokeyKilla The Wolf Spiders Daddy Oh Disinformation Society HarryRed The Wild Cards  Scout Trainer S vs. Shantyville Police A massive explosion rocked Shantyville early last week. It seems the Coolerheads gang ran into the Shantyville Police just outside the gates. One of the lorries from the Coolerheads gang caught on fire, and just when it seemed the blaze was under control........BOOM. Splash the owner stated "This is what happens when you have napalm, and your lorries follow too close to each other. While carrying about 2,000 pounds of fuel. Each." The explosion pretty much destroyed every vehicle within about 150m. We managed to catch up with Barkeep Ernie 'The Hook' who runs the The Rusty Nail. "Yeah well see thar was dis huge explosion it blew some iron sheets ov the Rusty Nail. I looked up ova da hill n saw a lorry and pickup flyin through da air like they were birds or sumthink. Ima bit upset cee, dows Coolerheads wa good drinkers." Unconfirmed reports have the final death toll at; 4 lorries with 2 napalm guns each; 2 buzzers with 5L's and HMGs; About 830 units of fuel; and 14 gangers, 11 of which were Hall of Famers. Local residents said they found burnt out buzzers hundreds of meters from the initial explosion and are unsure of what to do with the 100m crater left in the middle of the road. The massive clean up is still on going. Kim Ballinger sat in a crowded corner of Mezcals with the rest of the Wraith's Gateway contingent. For years there had been less than half a dozen members and for a while three or less. Evening debriefs were quiet affairs if they happened at all. Tonight the table was stacked with empties and more drinks kept coming. Her ears ached with the unacustomed noise. The last few weeks or so had suddenly seen traffic again between Somerset and Gateway. Where previously communications had been restricted to irregular mail drops, now every day half a dozen or so scouts from Somerset made the return trip and these evening debriefs had become a regular occurence. Kim wasn't sure what had happened but apparently the Northern triangle had recently broken out of the trade stranglehold that required subscribing to some sort of trade guild. In the past Gateway refused entry to non subscribers and so when the Wraiths decided to opt out, the traffic stopped. Now Wraiths were actively hauling mail again, over 1000 packets a day. There was still nothing beyond Gateway, but the recent dispatches from the Firelight and Badlands contingent indicated that at least local trade had been opened up again. She snapped out of her reverie as Long John stood up, Speech time. Hitherto her impression of him had been restricted to only a signature but now here in the very flesh, he was less impressive than his bitter scrawl indicated. He simply looked like a worn out old cripple with a drink problem. "Ok pipe down. Lets get this over with, we are only supposed to be here long enough to replenish and refuel". Long John waggled his glass and half the table erupted in laughter and calls for more drink. Kim shook her head in disbelief. They rolled out half drunk and barely slept, surely it was a recipe for disaster. Long John banged on the table to bring the horse-play to order. "I think we had best cut to the chase. It looks like we might be a car down. Coffey, one of the rookie scouts from Elmsfield was supposed to be here 2 hours ago. He was on a taxi job and was bringing a relief driver back, Potts a local boy." Kim shook her head sadly, Potts had been an unlikely ally during the leadership challenge a while back and had been gun slinging with her in the Pedestrian combat league. He was no scout, if Coffey was a newb, then they had probably got chopped out there by Freaks or someone worse. Relentlessly Long John continued. "It's been long enough, they'll either walk in, or we'll see them in another life. We can't wait any longer. We have those seven passengers for Elmsfield and we need to swap rides. How many fit scouts do we have?" A quick count revealed that they were two drivers short. "Ok so Blue Four and Five remain here for the other two if they show up... What the hell..." Long John ground to a halt as a commotion at the entrance drowned him out. Kim looked over her shoulder and saw some excitable looking youth grabbing stranger by the lapels and yelling at them. Normally this could get you flattened in short order, but the level of noise in the room was rising as the boys news was apparently appreciated and relayed. Eventually the barkeep restored some semblance of peace by the simple expedient of firing a shotgun in the air. He turned to the boy and suggested he tell the story once and be done so honest folk could get back to drinking. The boy, possibly incentivised by the remaining three cartridges in the magazine loudly repeated his news. Kim looked bored past the boy and though she caught sight of a familiar face but before she could work it out her subconcious started to tell he that the boys story was getting interesting. "So, anyways we get to Gateway after all but there's freaks on our tail, a Scorpion and a Badlander, both fast. Well with some nippy driving we get round the hill and make it into the yard..." "So the hell what kid, folks doin' that all the time, ain't nothing impressive 'bout out-runnin' a few boon doggers." The boy, unintimidated by the crusty old vet, continued. "That ain't the good part. Now this ol' Badlander is prowlin' round the gates and then this other guy who I thought wuz just a passenger like me says all calm like, 'let's see what this fellas made of', so he ups and runs over to the gate with some long arms while the driver just keeps the taxi circling to keep the bandit interested." "Now the gunslinger starts shooting up the side of the Badlander and ducking back, nibbling away til his rifle runs dry. Now the Badlander is angling for position so the taxi noses out enough to make a more tempting target. When the angle is right, the gunslinger starts opening up with hois shotgun and pretty soon the Badlander driver is dead." Kim looked at Long John who was looking at the kid in an odd way, like he's seen him before but can't quite figure it. "...so after he dragged out the corpse he gets into the Badlander and goes hunting for the Scorpion. Next thing I knew, the driver of the taxi gets out, tells me the ride is over and walks out of the gate to help out his mate." By now some of the patrons are starting to smile, it isn't the most daring fight they have heard of, but it showed some smarts. At the mention of the word taxi however, realisation seems to dawn on Long John. "... A Badlander and a Scorpion, a dead bandit and only using a rifle and a shotgun and an unarmed Pho, turns out that Coffey wasn't even armed..." Kim turns quickly at those words and is in time to see Todd Potts, alive and well, drop two sets of ignition keys onto the table. His mile wide smile shows he is somewhat pleased with himself. "He's making it sound better than it was. The Scorpion turtled or I wouldn't even have considered it. The chassis are only good for scrap as they clearly weren't willing to surrender to a pedestrian unless they had no choice. The shotgun did more damage to the car than I would have expected. Still, not a bad haul." His grin fades as he meets Long Johns steely glare. It reignites as the old man raises his eyebrows in mock disapproval. "Sonny you're late..." Event S648070 -------------------------------------------------------- James Williamson strides boldly into Mezcal's and swaggers over to the race board. Making an ostentatious show of checking the results he nods to himself before strolling over to the Wraiths corner. Rolling his eyes at the others sitting at the table Jason Stephens the de-facto leader of the Wraiths Gateway contingent finishes off his shot and, composing his face into something calculated to be cool, turns to the approaching Mechanic. "So how'd it go? Not too rough?" It had been decreed that all Wraiths were to polish their drivers skills regardless of specialism. Under the new regime there was no scope for recruitment and existing gangers would be required to pull their weight. Williamson was arguably the best driver in the standing contingent, the other being largely gunslingers. That said it was mostly theory put together from the scuttle butt that was part and parcel of garage work. Putting him into a full-on race had been Stephens idea to put him in his place, to show that theory wouldn't pull your tail out of the fire when it all went pear-shaped. It wasn't really a fair race though, the rest of the slate were in 8 Litre, race armoured Turins, while all Wraiths had to field was a fully gunned, battle armoured Pho with a 3.2 litre. Williamson had been pretty ####y that he could still pull off a respectable place as half the slate traditionally didn't finish. Stephens had joked afterward that Williamson had clearly forgotten that it wasn't a death race and his was the only car that would be armed and his guns would be disabled and just dead-weight. Casualties were not impossible in races but it was rare for the majority not to finish. Williamson grinned and sitting down, poured himself a drink. "Theory works just fine. Those muscle cars go fast, but that throws out their ability to turn, on the Whirlwind they can't even leverage it fully, most of their velocity is sliding sideways. They go wide and far slower than their engine performance would indicate. Their power to weight ratio is good, but the extra mass increases their inertia and the sideways movement can't be compensated by the engine, so they have to turn..." Stephens frowned. This wasn't the humiliated mechanic he'd expected. "I heard you didn't make it round exactly cleanly?" he enquired acidly. Williamson suddenly looked flustered. "I had to hug the turns to minimise the distance I was travelling, I explained that didn't I? I went slower, but a shorter distance overall, the tighter I hugged the inside line, the better the relative positioning... A couple of cars hit each other and bounced onto my line and I clipped the concrete posts a few times, but it's only armour repairs..." Stevens shrugged benevolently, he had him now. "So did your winnings cover the cost of repairs Professor?" The others at the table leaned in grinning. They weren't particularly concerned about the outcome of this particular ego-trip either way, but in the dog eat dog world they lived watching a colleague on the hook wriggle was acceptable amusement. Armour repairs were not cheap and race prize money was the lowest, especially a low placing. Williamson looked surprisingly relieved. "I should think so, I placed first. Over three grand, repairs shouldn't run more than a few hundred. Stephens gaped at the mechanic. "First?" The others watched him. It was make or break time, leadership was only as good as your last decision and Stephens had just been proved wrong. The others scented blood. Stephens spoke loud enough for them all to hear. "Ok, I let you try your theory and it turned out a win-win. I sowed the wind and you reaped the whirlwind. Get the pho fixed up first thing, we are entering every race we can in future." Williamson, looking disappointed that his victory should be dismissed so casually, started to get up. Stephens put a hand on his shoulder. "No just yet Jamie, it can wait 'til morning." He grinned at the group. "I think we could spend a little of those winnings on a little celebration, on second thoughts let's say afternoon eh! After all it's not every day you out-run a Turin."  William Mattison of Hot Trax died at Oil Slick. Stephen `Shaven` Bearden of Blood and Iron died at Ice Water. Antoine `` Harvey of The Wolf Spiders died at Gates of Morgan. Pearl `Necklace` Sanders of The Wolf Spiders died at Gates of Morgan. Willa `Shaman` McClain of The Wild Cards died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Race Track 2. Christopher Willie of The Frequency died at Gates of Somerset. `Mr. Medic` Joshua Collins of The Frequency died at Gates of Somerset. Wilson `Wicked` Campbell of 69th Battalion died at Once Upon a Town. `Crazy` Craig Reynolds of 69th Battalion died at Once Upon a Town. John `The Fixer` Campbell of The Wolf Spiders died at Gates of Somerset. Patrick `7 Feet Tall` Washington of Dust Trolls died at Lost Oasis. Brian `Silent` Hill of Dust Trolls died at Scattered Grounds. Santos Cooper of The Wild Cards died at Scattered Hills: Bridge Out. Antwan `The Kid` Chamberlain of The Wild Cards died at Scattered Hills: Bridge Out. Tracy `Horrid ` Henry of 69th Battalion died at Gates of Somerset. Joshua Hunt of The Ogres died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Race Track 2. Frank Pantano of Suicide Runners died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Race Track 2. Chuck `Chosen One` Silva of Joels Bastards died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Race Track 3. Christopher Persaud of Triple died at The Pit. `Witty` Walter Henderson of 69th Battalion died at Gates of Somerset. `Little` Gretchen Loftin of Loose Cannons died at Road to Somerset. `El Jefe` Matthew McQueen of Loose Cannons died at Road to Somerset. Jason `Strongarm` Armstrong of Loose Cannons died at Road to Somerset. John Dearmond of The Ogres died at Ring of Death Arena. Clifford Sanders of MADHAT died at Interstate Mythos. Phyllis Sawicki of MADHAT died at Road to Somerset. Kyle `Lifes A` Beach of No Aiming Just Shooting died at Bombed Luna Road. Jason Cheatham of Wasteland Patrol Irregular died at Road to Somerset. Bambi Backman of Ragnaks Reavers died at Pathway to Darkness. Eric `Will` Dye of Finger 3 died at Northern Desert Circuit. Alisha Kuhlmann of No Aiming Just Shooting died at Gates of Somerset. Allen `Singe` Olmos of Finger 3 died at Serpentine Road. `Kill him!` Terrell Patterson of Dust Trolls died at Chaos Canyon. `Quinteson` Kim Quintero of Dust Trolls died at Chaos Canyon. Robert `Lumber` Umberger of Dust Trolls died at Chaos Canyon. `Premature` John Selders of Dust Trolls died at Chaos Canyon. Darius Kowalski of Hussars died at Ring of Death Arena. Jamar Ross of Iron Wraiths died at The Pit. Amber `To the Hilt` Hiltz of The F-Bombs died at Northern Farm Land. Lawrence Cochran of The F-Bombs died at Gates of Somerset. Armando Sandoval of Crackers Of The World died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Race Track 1. Charles Poindexter of No Aiming Just Shooting died at Gates of Firelight. Richard Mendoza of No Chance died at The Dunes Race Course. Willard Prentice of The Wolfhounds died at Barren Lands. Jane Short of The Wolfhounds died at Barren Lands. Anthony Rowland of The Wolfhounds died at Barren Lands. Brock `Captain Dick` Cornett of The Butchers of Boozetown died at Northern Farm Land. Jack Powers of The Butchers of Boozetown died at Northern Farm Land. Sandy King of The Butchers of Boozetown died at Northern Farm Land. Henry Henry of Pink Pickelovers died at Gates of Somerset. Monica Amen of Pink Pickelovers died at Gates of Somerset. David `RETARD` Ramsey of Pink Pickelovers died at Gates of Somerset. Julie Staples of Renshai died at Gates of Firelight. Mae Wilkinson of Renshai died at Gates of Firelight. Daniel Bannister of The Wolf Spiders died at Forever Yellow Skies. Melissa Overstreet of Pink Pickelovers died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop. Tena `The Arena` Alcaraz of The Wolf Spiders died at Spooky Forest. Kevin `BurnFast` Bernhard of The Wolf Spiders died at Spooky Forest. Ray `Big Rig` Croteau of /v@Xxed died at Maure Dore. Bradley Nevels of Iron Wraiths died at Gates of Somerset. Johnathon Parrish of sub-zero died at Scattered Hills: Bridge Out. Oliver `Ollimoo` Moody of Loose Cannons died at Road to Somerset. `SHY` Sheila Martinez of 69th Battalion died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop. Garry `Crash` Cropper of The Wolf Spiders died at Gates of Somerset. `Sly` David Fox of Unwashed Masses died at Scattered Hills: Bridge Out. Violet White of The F-Bombs died at Northern Speedway. Carla `C Word` Kuntz of Unwashed Masses died at Road to Somerset. Donald Burke of -Stoa- died at Road to Somerset. Faustina McPherson of No Aiming Just Shooting died at Shantyville. Lonnie Young of The Frequency died at Gates of Somerset. Henry `Iron` Maiden of Clan Hammer died at Ice Water. `Jerry` Earl Springer of PA Racers died at Gateway Dry Lake Track. Gracie `Hawkeye` Eaton of Z Mans died at Once Upon a Town. `Lethal` Lillian Allen of -Stoa- died at Once Upon a Town. `Tiny` Tom Hawthorne of 69th Battalion died at Somerset Rally Circuit. Vanessa `Nikita` Brooks of Force of Valor died at Gates of Somerset. Anthony Kennedy of Overheater died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Arena. Debra `Mustardhead` Doyle of Krashed and Burnt died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop. `Peg-leg` Benjamin Myers of Renshai died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop. Steve Baugh of BsY Hero died at Somerset`s Junkyard, Arena. Lisa Olivares of BBiscuts died at Interstate Mythos. Bruce Massey of -Stoa- died at Somerset Arena.  This list shows just who has been winning the most lucrative prizes on the circuits and arenas of Evan, during the past month. 1. Hot Trax: $566965. |
 With the major leagues coming towards their conclusion, the current leaders are: Evan Race Ladder - Longos Merry Men In addition, the leaders of the minor leagues are: Circuit of Evan Wilderness Rally I League - Joels Bastards GEEK Events are proud to announce that  It appears that the successful Morgan Defences are really starting to take off. 10 gangs turned up last week, against 24 attackers, with a great battle ensuing. The following day another 8 gangs lined up to defend Morgan. The large skill gains and great loot seem to appeal to the gangs of Evan. Unconfirmed reports are circulating that a new league may be starting for unskilled gangers. Details at the moment are sketchy but, it appears that it will only be for gangers with low skill, and there will be some attractive prizes on offer.   Every issue of the gazette we will be putting a chassis to the test. This issue we hand over a Phoenix to our team race driver......."Some say that he can speak braille and that he once stared at an orange juice box for an hour because on it was the word “concentrate”, all we know is, he’s called The Steg."  The rules One Vehicle, One or Two* Teammates per gang Relationships between the slavers and the merchants has improved substantially, following the delivery of three hundred strong backed workers to the factories in Texan. The most well-known vehicles currently active in Evan are listed below. Have you seen these vehicles out on da streets? 1. Trainer I owned by Hitmen Trucking Inc -CTS-. |