Okay, so I have a habit of driving my vehicles into the ground. I abuse them as much as possible. My friends are always nervous when they get into the passenger seat of my vehicle, because they never know what's going to happen. So late one night, my friend hops in to my Type-Z and we decide to go for a late night stroll. Eventually I end up roaring down the streets at mach 10, and who should I see approaching fast on the map? Two players. My friend had already spoken up and was trying to nope himself outta the passenger seat as he had seen I was locked on target. I come rippen down the street, and see this nice, beautiful looking white car parked, with two guys standing outside. My friends spots them and says they're taking pictures. I speed up at mach 10 and slam into the car, knocking it into them and pretty much just about kill them. I honk my clown horn a few times, then proceed to go zipping away down the way I came. I always face my back to potential threats because the game hates me and if the vehicle has basically any type of back window chances are I'll die instantly, which is why I like the Type-Z apart from the old timey gangster look. So, a few minutes after cheesing it, my friend says to check the map, and sure enough, the folks who's photo party I had crashed a few minutes ago were coming up fast. From this point onward, was the most outrageous 20 minute car chase I've ever seen or done. My completely unpredictable manner of driving came into play, and about halfway through the ordeal, I had 6 other members in the lobby chasing me down. My car went through hell and no longer looked like a vehicle at this point, and was starting to fail. It was at this point that my friend employed his favorite tactic, nicknamed "Jumpin the line" or "electric avenue." He laid a strip of explosives down the road where I got cornered in my failing vehicle. When those six cars came rolling up, there was fireworks to be had. Initially, all but two people and their vehicles died. The other two survivors were quickly blown up when my friend brought out his mini-gun. At this point, these folks were pissed. I got an enormous bounty put on my head, and my friend being the helpful comrade that he was, proceeded to call a chopper in to pick us up and flee. He dropped me off at the submarine spawn and I dived as far as I could go. At this point, a small armada of boats and aircraft showed up, to which my friend sniped everyone out of and got a bounty placed on him for some ridiculous sum of money. My friend survived long enough to get into the second sub and we both waited at the bottom of the ocean until our bounties were up. All in all, the car chase was about 20 minutes of pure crazy. The gunfight and electric avenue event was about another 5. The chopper run and sub scramble was another 50 or so altogether. That was probably the best event I ever spawned in my experience. Me and my friend were laughing so hard when we plowed into that photo shoot. Those poor folks were really pissed. The only other good event I have, not really an event mind you, is me being a sack of dicks in my brown crop duster. Most of my friends call me the brown baron as I make it my job to ruin someone's day with a shit coloured airplane. My specialty was choppers. I can, or at the very least, used to be able to fly so well that I could pin helicopter rotor blades in between one set of my wings, and shear them off instantly. I dodged all the incoming flak from players in buzzards and cut them right out of the air and watched them drop like a sack of rocks. My secondary talents were dive bombing players in places they thought they were safe, flying low and killing them with my wheels or the propellers, and flying close enough to a fast moving vehicle and holding steady so that my friend could detonate satchel charges on my plane taking me and some poor bounty out in a blaze of fire and shit coloured airplane parts. Which reminds me of one last special incident. I got a lobby pissed off until they shot my plane enough that it's engine started failing. I climbed as high as I could go, and then the engine died. I started coasting down and down, and decided I was going to go out in style. I glided into a gas station pump and blew up the whole place, destroying some players vehicle and trapping him inside the store as my shit coloured airplane parts clogged the door up. The second was taking out a player doing a rhino rampage by dive bombing him with my plane full of satchel charges. Guy was PISSED.