Info Packet is then sent to the immigration dept. where the request receives a " Ok " for citizenship status and background checks --- Post updated --- A Planned Flight then is dispatched to your said location for pickup
* @The F12 of Maranello Boards the plane and takes a seat. Soon the plane is airborne and flying towards NPIR * ( This Map: https://www.beamng.com/resources/small-island-runway.8301/ )
The West Coast Republic has requested an alliance with the New Pacifica Islands Republic @Tuner from America
*Drives out of ditch Great I have two "supernatural" things after me. "A red self healing car, and a Burnside ghost." *Red car chases me *Plays radio in red car *Burnside disappeared I thinks its best to loose it in the belc- *Light flicker behind me
* New Pacifica Islands Republic accepts the alliance with a set meeting date in Belasco, West Coast Republic * ( Soon )
* Arrives at Belasco and is taken into the city via a police convoy, I then meet up with @Xelerate for finalizing the alliance agreements and diplomatic discussions *
*23 minutes later *Tries to outrun them in the city's intersections *Red car came right beside me *Rams her on the side *Red 58 Plymouth Hits a Oldsmobile limo Weird... a police convey... you don't see that everyday. *Red car radio plays *Brakes hard *Gets out of State Barstow *Looks at the 58 Plymouth and the convey --- Post updated --- Hope that convey ain't that important... Wait a min- *Looks at sign "The West Coast Republic, Welcomes you" Weird... its been like a few mouths and I didn't see anything si- *Red 58 Plymouth reverse *Tries to turn, but hits the limo again Huh... I think its time to shoot the heck of the thing
*See more police coming Oh God... *Gets into State Barstow Forget the 58 Plymouth... Thats gone. *Burnout as I was driving away --- Post updated --- *58 Plymouth Reversed out of the damage Oldsmobile limo *Plays something on the radio as it repair herself
*58 Plymouth drives to the direction of the burnout *Radios plays *Speed up to 12 Mph --- Post updated --- *Meanwhile *Looks back seeing many or few Grand Marshals chasing me What I did do, WHAT DO I DO?! *Serves to avoid getting pitted
When I got back from the West Coast Republic, I was greeted by a brand new car. I've always liked ETK's for their comfortable ride, powerful engines, quality, and much more. But ever since the 1985-1990 Model Years for ETK. there quality have gone down in terms of Luxury cars ( Excluding Performance cars in which they improved on ) But now I was gifted a 856tc with a Auto from the International affair's dept. for my recent agreement with the WCR. And it was way better than my I series, for once the AC system could actually crank up all the way due to the humidity on the islands which is brutal. But so far I'm enjoying it and have no problems at all with it!
NPIR, now presents... Pacifica & Co. Golf Carts, Made proudly in the New Pacifica Islands republic for just a low price of only 1,650$ making this cheaper than most cars on the island! Models come standard with a 800cc Inline 1, pared with a 6 speed automatic creating the top speed of 82mph. Vinyl seats, durable plastic roof ( Optional ), 4 cup holders, a basket for carrying things and mounting points for golf bags, steel wheels, and finally a Independent front suspension setup and rear leaf suspension. So order yours today via our new dealership and website! ( Discount is available to all NPIR legal citizens )
Well we do have a speed limit on it for 45mph. but if you crave more speed then you can get a sport model or fiddle with some things revolving the gearbox, now were not going to disclose what actually limits the speed but if your good with tools and have a background on common things for drive terrains you may be able to figure out what it is.
I found this place after being on the roads for quite a while. The Sheriff Marshall ran out of gas, so I had to walk a while. Eventually I found this ETK, and drove it down to ECU.
Many new developments since my last update. I've gotten a job, finally. I work as a police officer in the West Coast Republic and I drive an unmarked cruiser. It's a pretty sweet deal, and a fairly prestigious job in today's society. I've bought a house that was abandoned after the huge resource-crisis, and it was cheap, so it was nice to finally not live in a van. Speaking of the van, I still own it, and it's still my sole personal vehicle.
News flash, I moved in (kinda) to the forest just outside wcr, still homeless so i still sleep in the open truck, i tried getting in but border patrol didnt let me, not my fault theres 42 Kilos of C4 welded to the frame in a un-unweldable position, im pretty sure its not even live.
The rain is heavy and blocks out anything more than 40-50 feet in front of the purple Moonhawk, said car chugging along at a dreary twenty miles per hour as not to lose control. Douglas thinks to himself; "Where're all the people? And why's it raining so hard?" Then he sees it, a Roamer patrol car on it's roof that's obviously been there for a long ass time. He immediately realizes that something's wrong. [Mod Edit: Profanity and profanity that is disguised but still alludes to the word(s) is not permitted] He says to himself, looking at the figure holding an AK-47 that just turned up out of absolutely nowhere. The figure aims the gun at the Moonhawk, motioning the driver to exit the vehicle, said figure wearing a large overcoat and a balaclava face mask. Douglas quickly reaches for the glove compartment, a 7.62 round shredding his knee as he removes a sawn-off M2-Tactical shotgun from the compartment and blasting a round off towards the AK-equipped highway robber, throwing him to the ground from the impact. Douglas screamed. Not a majestic bellow, but a shriek in agony as he viewed his obliterated knee. "F...Fuhh..." And then his vision faded, passing out from the pain. Utah wasn't as safe as he'd hoped, he should've stayed in the bunker.
