- Job Title: Motor City Rush!
Player Requirements: Must be at least D-Rank. The character must be over 16 years of age at least physically.
Job Requirements: 5 posts. 100 words per post. You must roll once to get your Driving Instructor/Test-giver who rides with you and can pass or fail your test.
Job Location: Motor City
Job Description: With the popularity of vehicles of all sorts on the rise, people from all over Fiore and the surrounding kingdoms have been flocking to Motor City in hopes of getting their hands on a Driver's License and shiny new car, motorcycle, truck, or other vehicle! However, to legally drive one on any road one must have a license in their possession! Getting one is no easy task however; you must successfully prove to your Driving Instructor that your skills for navigating the high-traffic Motor City are top-notch! Fasten your seat-belts, this is gonna be a bumpy ride!
Weak-- Everyone's favorite Driving Instructor! She's an older lady, kind, sweet, caring, and very forgiving.... to the point where you cannot fail.
Normal-- The greatest distraction of your life! This person really is bored with their job and does not mind chatting up a storm while you drive, messing with the radio or other buttons, and pointing out different things going on outside as you cruise. Don't take your eyes off the road!
Strong-- A veteran Driving Instructor, he is in no mood for games. Strict as a line, ready to point out all your driving flaws, and happy to withhold your license if you fail... drive defensively! And don't forget to use your blinker... or else.
Reward: Driver's License if you pass the test. (Ability to Drive Vehicles in General)
Smrt was still aimlessly walking around Fiore, not really knowing what to do or where to go.
He took trains and cars, and walked for days.
In one of his aimless walks, he came to Motor City, the town of grease monkeys, gear heads, tinkerers and those of that ilk. Smrt liked it. It was all black and dirty.
Going around the city he saw many interesting things, like bike markets and pimp shops.
At one point he was in front of a small yellow building, that was neither a shop nor a mechanic's. It looked unusually clean, so Smrt entered it, with a smile on his face.