Maskedrussian
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This is the story of how Maskedrussian came to the island of Tanoa. Before we get to how I got to this beautiful jungle, let's start with my backstory.
25 years ago in Kavala hospital, a mother gave birth to a child. The mother saw something strange in the child that she had never seen in any of the low life's that inhabit altis. Pure, inhuman, greed. She was so shocked with this she got rid of the child and gave it to the local orphanage under the cover of darkness. I am that child.
I grew up in the orphanage, living of the common mans taxes and generally doing nothing with my life. My mother had never named me, and as I was so mysterious to the orphanage that had taken me in, I was called masked. Fast foward to my 18th birthday. The day where I was finally free to do what I wanted with my life. At first, I tried to be good. I got my drivers license, explored altis and met new people. But you see, people like me can never let the greed go. And so began my illegal activities.
The next few years were a blur of money, drugs and guns. I joined the liber army and met a likeminded group of people willing to screw others over for cash. Recently, I heard about a new drug trafficking ring located on the jungle island of Tanoa. So last night me and the gang stole a Huron and departed for Tanoa.
Sadly, as we arrived near Tanoa the local police opened fire on us for not asking for permittion to land. We had to ditch the Huron, all our packed gear and most of our cash. So here I am, writing this with nothing but the clothes on my back and 100 grand in the bank. This should be an interesting couple of years...
25 years ago in Kavala hospital, a mother gave birth to a child. The mother saw something strange in the child that she had never seen in any of the low life's that inhabit altis. Pure, inhuman, greed. She was so shocked with this she got rid of the child and gave it to the local orphanage under the cover of darkness. I am that child.
I grew up in the orphanage, living of the common mans taxes and generally doing nothing with my life. My mother had never named me, and as I was so mysterious to the orphanage that had taken me in, I was called masked. Fast foward to my 18th birthday. The day where I was finally free to do what I wanted with my life. At first, I tried to be good. I got my drivers license, explored altis and met new people. But you see, people like me can never let the greed go. And so began my illegal activities.
The next few years were a blur of money, drugs and guns. I joined the liber army and met a likeminded group of people willing to screw others over for cash. Recently, I heard about a new drug trafficking ring located on the jungle island of Tanoa. So last night me and the gang stole a Huron and departed for Tanoa.
Sadly, as we arrived near Tanoa the local police opened fire on us for not asking for permittion to land. We had to ditch the Huron, all our packed gear and most of our cash. So here I am, writing this with nothing but the clothes on my back and 100 grand in the bank. This should be an interesting couple of years...