
The insane tales of a Twisted Metal Mechanic
Buy some BB guns, a little fifty cent dog from a quarter toy machine and accepted a job from Calypso, that's what started this mess, and gave me the job as a mechanic for the insane contestants of the newest game of Twisted Metal. Now I try to win it
I accepted a job from the devil's servant, Calypso. Now, I'm straped with several guns, more than a hundred cars, trucks, exotics and even a few military vehicles; catering to the desires of the most hated, insane monsters that have ever lived in the entirety of the Multiverse. I really hope nopony finds that last part out, but after meeting my boss, I doubt many of those guys will be the silent type.
Oh, and my first meeting with royalty was untangling her ass off of my axle… so yeah, Luna hates me.
If you would like to have your Displaced enter Twisted Metal, PM me a link to their story, requirements include, but not limited to; scitsofrenic contestant, extreme paranoia, incredible bloodlust, mutilated body parts or torture grade pain filled life, being "Kill everything because I rather bathe in blood than rule some country/continent/planet/universe/several universes" evil, and no, the contestant does not need to be Displaced, just the story they're from.
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