[nUSA] Why do people even go to Las Vegas?

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#200253864Tuesday, October 18, 2016 12:38 AM GMT

So I spawned in about 20 minutes ago and to my surprise, no one is at the visitor spawn. Alright could just be coincidence, so I go and buy a sports car. This car is super fast. Has a top speed of 120 miles per hour and gives out some crazy horse power. I've even got it to fly from the parking garage to the roof of the bank. I'm driving up the main street, make a right towards the bank and park across the street. As expected, everyone whose anyone is here and talking about different things from the exploits going around to the president's inability to govern this once-great nation. I see my boy, Locative, talking to some random CIA member. Why anyone would associate themselves with the CIA is beyond me. I mean they really don't even have a purpose in this group anymore and go rogue all the time. They aren't called CYA for nothing So I walk up to locative and say, "hey Fam, whats good?". I've been calling him "fam" for as long as I've known him. We go way back. He used to want to open his own locksmith in Las Vegas to follow in his father's footsteps who was a professional deep-sea diver. I told him his future was in fixing the prison system so he obviously switched career paths. I like to think I'm a pretty convincing person. We start talking about our lives and eventually start talking about how the developers of LV are pretty cool people, its just the can't put two bricks together for the life of them. Apparently the BoA manager on at the time overheard our conversation and had to share his opinion about LV. We didn't care enough to listen so we got in my car and headed to the visitor spawn. Massive shoot-out is going on. The clowns are going at it with some LVPD officers and SWAT members. Being a man of the law, Fam had to get out of my car and help the police officers stop these colorful clowns. Then it happens. Fam is SHOT. BAM - dead just like that. My mind is racing.. I just watched Locative take 4 shots to the chest and DIE. I get out of my car as fast as I can to pick up the money he dropped when BAM - I take 2 sniper shots and go down. About 10 seconds later I spawn out in the middle of nowhere. Fam is walking towards me and says, "Welcome to the land of fam". I'm thinking, "Welcome to the land of fam??? Am I gonna fit in?". My mind is still racing from the horrific deaths at VS so I call a cab to take me up and into LV again. Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time. Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign. This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous. My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick, too much pressure and I'm nervous. Thats when the taxi man on the radio, and the Jay-Z song was on

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#200253920Tuesday, October 18, 2016 12:39 AM GMT

Original Post [nUSA] Why do people even go to Las Vegas? Posted by PuNiShEr5665 on 10-17-2016 07:38 PM So I spawned in about 20 minutes ago and to my surprise, no one is at the visitor spawn. Alright could just be coincidence, so I go and buy a sports car. This car is super fast. Has a top speed of 120 miles per hour and gives out some crazy horse power. I've even got it to fly from the parking garage to the roof of the bank. I'm driving up the main street, make a right towards the bank and park across the street. As expected, everyone whose anyone is here and talking about different things from the exploits going around to the president's inability to govern this once-great nation. I see my boy, Locative, talking to some random CIA member. Why anyone would associate themselves with the CIA is beyond me. I mean they really don't even have a purpose in this group anymore and go rogue all the time. They aren't called CYA for nothing So I walk up to locative and say, "hey Fam, whats good?". I've been calling him "fam" for as long as I've known him. We go way back. He used to want to open his own locksmith in Las Vegas to follow in his father's footsteps who was a professional deep-sea diver. I told him his future was in fixing the prison system so he obviously switched career paths. I like to think I'm a pretty convincing person. We start talking about our lives and eventually start talking about how the developers of LV are pretty cool people, its just the can't put two bricks together for the life of them. Apparently the BoA manager on at the time overheard our conversation and had to share his opinion about LV. We didn't care enough to listen so we got in my car and headed to the visitor spawn. Massive shoot-out is going on. The clowns are going at it with some LVPD officers and SWAT members. Being a man of the law, Fam had to get out of my car and help the police officers stop these colorful clowns. Then it happens. Fam is SHOT. BAM - dead just like that. My mind is racing.. I just watched Locative take 4 shots to the chest and DIE. I get out of my car as fast as I can to pick up the money he dropped when BAM - I take 2 sniper shots and go down. About 10 seconds later I spawn out in the middle of nowhere. Fam is walking towards me and says, "Welcome to the land of fam". I'm thinking, "Welcome to the land of fam??? Am I gonna fit in?". My mind is still racing from the horrific deaths at VS so I call a cab to take me up and into LV again. Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time. Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign. This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous. My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick, too much pressure and I'm nervous. Thats when the taxi man on the radio, and the Jay-Z song was on