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Game 3 Outline |
K.C. gives you a rip in this truck to his 'crib'. You have to sit in the back, and almost throw out the suspension, but he assures you it's 'all cool'. You wonder how desperate he is to want someone like you as a rapper. The place he brings you too looks more like an abandoned warehouse. Fortunately for you that means no doors.
"Hey, S.W." he calls as he walks in, and you see a mouse skateboarding with headphones on. The open floor gives him plenty of room and there are a few home made ramps he is practicing on, but he doesn't seem to notice the two of you.
"SWISS," yells K.C. which seems to get his attention. He turns, and you see oversized shaded spectacles covering his eyes. "What did I say about calling me that." he says, annoyed. "Who's this tub of flub." he says, looking you over.
"He's our number three man," says K.C., "Caught him at the mall, fits H.B. suit and everything, gotta be our B.B. Wolf." K.C. looks proud of himself. S.W. looks more skeptical. "You ever rap before?" he asks, with as much belief in his voice as you have in your abilities. "Not really," you say. "We can teach him," chimes in K.C. "Give him a chance." S.W. looks up and groans, "K.C. this is like the 5th time." he says.
"Look, just, give it a chance, we got the suit this time, this is destiny." he says, equally as confident.
"Fine." says S.W. rolling over to a DJ table, and powering it on. "Hey, big butt," he says, "Gonna lay down a beat, let's see how you do on improve."
"Wait, what do I," you say, trying to figure out exactly what you supposed to do. "Just let the beat take you, and say what you think, express yourself." says K.C.
S.W. starts the beat and tosses a mike at you. So you take it, and wonder what the heck to say...
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