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"tu experimentar nuevo cambiones" Read Desoto's fortune cookie. He sat in a Chinese restaurant with his girlfriend Ginger, his friend Miguel, and Miguel's current squeeze, a girl named Ramona. Desoto read the fortune with little interest and set it aside. He didn't believe in fortunes, but felt they were a fun waste of time.
"Oi, hermano." Miguel said addressing Desoto. "vamos". He said. Ramona rubbed against Miguel's broad chest and Miguel looked like he wanted to get her home and perhaps go in with her as well. However, Miguel didn't have a car of his own, so he was pretty much dependent on Desoto for a ride. Desoto sighed "venga, venga." Desoto repeated tiredly as the four of them left, paying their bill on the way out. They approached Desoto's car, a 1965 perfectly restored, four-seat Thunderbird that he had inherited from his father. The car drove like a charm through the sunny streets of San Juan. Desoto dropped Miguel and Ramona off at Ramona's apartment, where Desoto told him to meet him up later that day. Ginger and Desoto drove through town some more and went shopping throughout the day. They weren't in that much of a rush, after all, the two already lived together in their own apartment. It was about sunset, and Desoto dropped Ginger off at his apartment. "Hasta pronto" Desoto called to Ginger as he went to pick up Miguel.
Miguel walked out of Ramona's apartment looking very pleased. "Gracias, hermano." Miguel said to his ride. "Oi, que sobre este chica?" Desoto said as the two drove off into the night.
"vere que chcia en cama, y 'that's all folks'." Miguel laughed.
Desoto did not find the joke funny as he was actually serious about his relationship with Ginger. He adjusted the gear on his car and was surprised to find that the stick did not respond. "..the hell?" Desoto exclaimed in English, as the car was not responding at all.
"Que el infierno!?!" Miguel called out incredulously. "parada cojones Desoto!" Miguel called out angrily.
"I can't.." Desoto said, not bothering to translate himself into Spanish. "the Car isn't responding!"
"Cabron!" Miguel cursed as the car skidded into an intersection and careened out of control.
Desoto fought madly with the stick-shift, but to no avail, the car careened out of control and hit a telephone pole. Plowing straight through, and killing the two passengers.