Keyz_Hardy

To Ko Be survival was only meant for a select few. Not that he was a fatalist, but more pragmatic in his views. Statistics are statistics for a reason, they are numbers that nerds have compiled and crunched over a variety of subjects. Being a nerd himself, he understands the importance of carefully cataloging empirical data. Even when the data is only the whitewashed history won by gunpowder and disease. Ko Be was a firm believer that in every lie there were three truths and in every truth three lies. This line of thinking has forced him into a self-imposed exile from society. Seeing the hypocrisy and blatant misinformation of the masses led him to believe most people don't wish to wake from the dream they are in. Nevertheless he stilled held hope that one day he himself would make a change  that would impact generations and not just through martyrdom. Little did he know he would unconsciously manifested exactly that.

Life of a Black Man in America

No seriously dafuq is this? Time seemed to stand still. Shakka's frozen face, resembling the profile of a conman mid-con, slight smirk and eyes filled with confidence.


A semi-transparent window, with rounded corners that shined bright a regal gold. The background was a royal purple, the font written was in a crimson that looked as if a quill was dipped in blood.


——[Journal Updated- Quest: Rags to Riches]——


* Shakka, although goofy at times, has always been a hustler. For better or worse without a doubt ends will be met. Understand that karma is what ties those two ends together. Everything will come full circle. Will you embark on a journey that will inevitably end your life or begin it anew? Y/N *


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This is some shit directly out of an anime. I've been apart of otaku culture long enough to know where this development is heading. I might as well say yes. 


As soon as the thought crossed his mind the window dinged out a confirmation followed by the flow of time being restored. 


" I thought you'd never ask. You know Big Dro been tryna put us down with the sect since you whooped on Jordan ass last summer. Peanut and Lil Donny got hit with the broom during the feds last sweep. Now Big Dro is in need of new runners. I know this ain't ya cup of tea," he says this while mockingly sipping a cup of tea, pinky extended and everything. "But I have a plan that requires a solid 3 months of running. With the money we save up we can finally get the fuck out of Queen's Quarter and finally live like Kings!"


Silence. A response Shakka was well versed with dealing with me. 


"You know I almost thought you was gonna say something half-way intelligent. Fam, do you know the motto the Queen's Quarters Knights live and die by. Blood in Blood out. How do you plan on saving enough money to get us out of the hood and the inevitable money that will be placed on our heads for leaving this man 4 runners down instead of two?"


"Rule number one, scared money don't make no money!"


"Yea and dead mean can't spend loose dollars ya dig, and before you retort with your twisted logic I want you to remember what happened to Wendell when we were 14. People don't change much in 4 years."


Wendell was what you would call a legendary figure in our neighborhood. Money. Cars. Clothes. Last but not least Respect. He had it all. That didn't stop a young ambitious hot head with a disposition to shoot first and shoot later from taking his life in a hood coup d'état. The current head of state in these neck of the woods is you guessed it, Big Dro.


Chapter x 2 x DAFUQ!?