your yakuza, after a failed attempt to carry out a hit the gang leader has a beef against you. You are now being endlessly hounded by your old yakuza buddies.

if i were to name him, i'd go with like "Toshiro 'raging steel' Mikirizu"

You are a salesman coming from a long line of alcoholics, you made one of the best sales in the company's history and went drinking with your friends, blacking out and waking up here.
Your name is Samson Gold, but you friends just call you Sam.

>>300158

how about combining them both?

like a yakuza salesman who made the best sale in history making the gangleader salesman jealous and out to get you. and your adventure starts after a drinking binge.

i like my name more though, so nya

Your name is Dave.
You are a fat, unemployed guy who spends your days having flamewars on lulz.net.

Suggestion 2011/04/29(Fri)10:31 No. 300166 ID: c13466
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Our name shall be Dave 'Raging Gold' Samson.

And we look like this.

Suggestion 2011/04/29(Fri)10:32 No. 300167 ID: 1963d1
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Your name is Blaxx Jackson, and you are the most jive-talkin'est, afro-havingest, and honkey-sassingest cop on the force. You solve all the cool crimes and get all the hot bitches, but you regularly have to contend with your stuffy cracker boss the Chief, who wants you to answer for your various hijinks and shenanigans that most of the time involve rescuing fly honeys and blowing stuff up. Sometimes your adventures even involve both!

>>300166

Going to agree with Indigo and say "Raging steel" is a cooling nick name, besides that I like the name and what he looks like.

Breathless!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/04/29(Fri)11:40 No. 300181 ID: 483bc6
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I'm Dave 'Raging Steel' Samson. I grew up in Hawaii. Always was the sort to get into trouble. Ended up involved with the local Yakuza branch. My parents' ancestry's left me looking Japanese enough to pass for it. Toshiro Mikirizu's the name I adopted for the Yakuza, but in America I mostly go by my birth name.

I'm not that imposing looking, but I know how to handle myself in a fight. More importantly, I know where to get stuff. Drugs, guns, you have it. I'm good at acquiring things.

I had just finished a major gun sales. My boss tried to claim credit. We got into a fight. Nearly took him out. Got a bit beaten up, but I didn't get named 'Raging Steel' for nothing. I'm hard to put down especially when I'm really pissed off.

I holed up in some dive and drank myself into a stupor. Then I woke up.

That was stupid, if you just got into a fight you need to make sure you have the spoils you won and that you have nobody gunning for you after the fight. Take care of that shit post-haste you dumbass.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/04/29(Fri)16:23 No. 300229 ID: 483bc6
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No shit, I know that was stupid. Look, usually I'm more professional than that, okay? I can keep my cool most of the time. But when I get really angry... There's a reason they call me "Raging Steel".

That cockhead boss thinking he could just take all the ass-busting I did to pull that deal together and call it his own... I went postal on him but had to beat it out when I heard others coming in. Doesn't matter. Even if I'd killed him, I'd still be in deep shit. All the yakuza'd be on me either way.

And the loot's in the suitcase under my bed.

Check you loot, look out the window, and throw that bottle at the hole in wall

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/04/30(Sat)03:40 No. 300394 ID: 483bc6
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Yup. The money's all here. I could probably live on this for a few years, depending where I decide to escape to and how much I want to live it up. There's also a bag of meth that I really should find a way to get rid of and a spare shirt in the suitcase. It's pretty much stuffed close to bursting.

Is this all my years with the Yakuza amounts to? A briefcase full of cash and burnt bridges.

Other than that, I've my gun and knife, my clothes piled at the foot of my bed, and my wallet which's got a little more money and a couple of false IDs the Yakuza don't know about. I've already ditched the ones they know about.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/04/30(Sat)03:41 No. 300395 ID: 483bc6
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Outside the wall's a lovely view of a brick wall. There's barely any gap between this window and the next building over. The ground's a story below me.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/04/30(Sat)03:43 No. 300396 ID: 483bc6
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I'm a better shot with a gun than a bottle.

Sorry for the slowness. I'm doing this partially to get more comfortable with drawing. Hopefully I'll see gradual improvement in quality and speed.

>>300396
Well, first step is in acquiring a disguise. You still in hawaii? Go for obnoxious loud tourist.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/05/01(Sun)01:32 No. 300574 ID: 7a9131
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Hmm, I could easily pass for a Japanese tourist more than anything. People tend to assume I'm Japanese, not American. I've guided enough of them to gambling halls and brothels to have a good idea of how they act.

I have a false Japanese ID, too.

It isn't hard to find a shop selling the kind of things no self-respecting Hawaiian Yakuza would be caught in.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/05/01(Sun)02:45 No. 300582 ID: 7a9131
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The bright Hawaiian sun blazes...

Why do I have the odd feeling something's off about this sky?

It's... black?

You're secertly in space? Anyway, check out the area, tell us the location of shops and places you frequent, always good to know these things.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/05/02(Mon)08:48 No. 300952 ID: 7a9131
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It's just the usual blue sky...

No. It isn't. What is this? It shouldn't be this dark or empty. And the sun's way too tiny and faint.

Who the hell's fucking with me?

...Right. No one else on the street's noticing it. I ever overhear someone saying they can't wait to catch some sun.

Uhn. Nothing I can do about this right now. I feel like going in for a drink, but my usual haunts're Yakuza hangout spots.

Around here's away from the areas I know well. Those streets aren't nearly as familiar to me. I could still head for a few criminal friends who aren't so tightly tied to the Yakuza. They might be able to get me off this island, or at least get me some supplies I can't get from street shops. I've plenty of money to blow, though I better not show it or they'll mark up the prices on me.

As for street shops, I can probably find a lot of them by walking. This's a pretty major city.

If I want to get away, there's the airport and the harbor. Both of those're obvious places to go. Likely to be watched. But depending on how tight the watch's I could still make it. Or I could try to find someone with a private boat on some secluded beach. Rent or steal their boat, though theft'll attract police attention. A couple of the local police've Yakuza ties too.

Or I think I saw a bar pretty well tucked away down that side street. I could use a drink. What the hell's with this sky?

Go to your other friends, also buy that shirt, it would look nice on you.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/05/03(Tue)10:57 No. 301209 ID: 7a9131
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Ok. Time to calm down. I wasted enough time drinking last night already. I'll deal with the freaky sky later... after I deal with not dying.

After buying the shirt in the window that I decide looks better than the first one I bought, I give Rod a call from a pay phone to let him know I want a private meeting urgently. He agrees, and I head over while trying to blend in with other tourists. The meeting place's in some quiet warehouse. His guards wave me through so I can speak with him alone.

Rod's not exactly my closest friend. He'll charge me. Probably a lot. But he's the most reliable guy I know for things like this. Doesn't ask questions, just produces results.

"I heard you did something stupid," he says. Not like he's reprimanding me. Like it's just a simple fact. "So you want me to get you out of your mess."

Straight to the point, he names a price for smuggling me off the Hawaiian Islands. It's... more than I expected. Would knock a whole year's comfortable living off my cash. I'm not exactly in the best negotiating position, but I can try to talk him down some.

Dave Samson!ug1ssgxFWM 2011/05/04(Wed)02:31 No. 301386 ID: 7a9131
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"That high?" I say.

"It includes transportation to a safe country, all necessary forged paperwork, everything you need for making a new life except plastic surgery and I can give you a referral for that if you'd like.

And there's a risk subcharge because of the current situation. It's not just the Yakuza who're up in a stir.

But I'm willing to knock half of the price off if you promise to do me a favor once you get settled in. otherwise, there's no negotiation. I'm sorry, but this is actually cheap for all the risks I'd have to take on."

Hm. I could take Rod's offer for either full price or half price and a favor. Or look elsewhere for a way off the island. Paying his price might be worthwhile since as I said he's one of the most reliable and the money's no good to me dead.

You have lots of money so spend it if you don't like his favour, but ask what the favour is. We need something to do now that we're permanently retired from the Yakuza.