Bastards of Hell

Your own motorcycle club. Break the rules! Join the game!
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Game-Intro:

Back then, three years ago, I was making good business, mainly firearms. A bit of extortion, a couple girls.
All on a pretty good scale. In those days, I had it all! But then I got too careless and the ATF raided my crib.
Luckily, they didn’t have too much evidence against me. Still, that mess brought me three years in Rikers Island.
During a yard exercise, a guy tried to knife the president of the Bastards of Hell.
Usually, of course, the first rules in the slammer are: Don’t see, don’t listen, don’t tell. And most importantly, don’t get involved.
But the MC guys were honest types. You could count on them. I guess that was why I didn’t just turn my head.
Now the MC owed me. They promised that if I needed my own territory in New York after I got out, they would get me one.
I guess I could a joined the MC, but I preferred doing my own thing. Still, the whole appearance of the MC really impressed me.

I’ve been riding a chopper since I can remember. So why not start my own MC?