It all began on a corkboard in the abandoned Darnell Bros factory. The plan was all laid out in meticulous detail as Michael, Trevor, Franklin, and Lester gathered around.
"Are you guys sure about this one? I mean, if you go through with it, I'll do what I need to do, no questions asked... but I mean, are you sure?" Lester asked.
"I've been waiting years for this. I'll be damned if I let some PIG FUCK, some CRIPPLED FUCK like you take this away from me! This was Brad's DREAM. Why are you trying to shit all over Brad?!" Trevor screamed.
Michael quickly slipped between the two to break them up. "I think T means to say, we're sure. There's no turning back now. This is the big one."
"THE BIG ONE!!!!" Trevor yelled excitedly.
"Shit man, I thought the union depository was the big one." said Franklin.
"Alright then. This is the biggest one. The biggest one that ever was." Michael replied.
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Tremors could be felt throughout Los Santos. A plume of smoke rose from the middle of the city.
It was the LSPD station. It had been completely razed.
Standing in an adjacent skyscraper, three figures held remote detonators in their hands as they watched the ash rise to the sky.
"Fuck the poh-lice." Franklin said, grinning.
"No more cops, no more resistance. This city is as good as ours. There's just a couple more things we need to..." said Michael before noticing a mob quickly forming below them.
"...well, shit."
The three were completely cornered. The mob below looked armed to the teeth. There was only one last thing they could try.
The trio looked at one another.
"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" asked Michael.
Trevor and Franklin silently nodded. The three each hopped up on a dirt bike and accelerated towards the window. The pedestrians below looked up with their mouths agape as they majestically flew through the air.
"AFTER THEM!" one screamed, as the mob jumped in their own vehicles and gave chase.
After a furious chase which laid waste to a countless amount of traffic lights and street signs, the mob finally had them cornered. They found themselves at the Los Santos Golf Club, where the three thugs had fled to the back of the clubhouse. The throng of pedestrians cautiously rounded the corner as they heard the humming of the motorbikes stop. It was followed by a markedly quieter engine noise. They rounded the corner to see the three all piled in to a single golf cart, speeding away.
"THERE THEY ARE! GET 'EM!"
The remainder of the golf carts were soon snatched up as the chase resumed. The pedestrians soon converged on the runaway golf cart and surrounded the fleeing miscreants.
"THIS IS IT! NOWHERE TO RUN!" came a voice from the crowd, as Michael, Trevor, and Franklin all exited the cart.
But before the mob could react, in the blink of an eye the three clambered up on top of the golf cart and jumped up to the nearby hedge. They then lept off and onto the street on the other side.
The mob stood there, dumbfounded.
"I... I don't understand! THEY WERE JUST HERE!" a pedestrian screamed hysterically.
"They haven't seen the last of us. If it's a war they want, it's a war they'll get." said another.
As the mob began to clear, the trio slipped on masks and slinked away. This wasn't gonna be as easy they first thought. It had only just begun.
It is now Day 1. The day will end in 24 hours, or when a majority is met, whichever comes first. With 25 alive, you need 13 to reach majority. Plurality is in effect today.
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