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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #15 on: June 30, 2017, 08:00:09 PM »
Whelcher by the name of Red Hot Skilliniare. I think he's a Recession poser, talks the talk, but he's probably running some sort of reverse Taker Ponzi scheme or something. That thing where you take profits from one batch of work and use it to entice and buffer the next batch or some shit...but he keeps close enough to his word, I guess that's why he isn't dead yet.

Reason I am trying to black list him, is he either short changes you or he tries to be a tricky dick. Encountered him three times myself. First, standard smash and grab, wanted us to hit a old warehouse for some drone chasis. Promised us crypt, and gave it in a stick. Never let him try and talk you into accepting a stick of crypt, chances are it only has half of what you got. Second time, it's exchange, a dude I know got a lead on a IRS server farm and RHS said he could get us a gross shipment legit factory 7.62mm spam cans. That's 700 rounds a can, a 144 cans to a gross, not Loss reloads. Turns out, it's rusted NORK from Korea 2. Gunks up even hard core AKs, every other mag spits out a couple of malfunctions. Last time, for me, RHS has us do some loan collecting, and you know what he pulls? Says our full pay was suppose to be taken out of the collections, but since we already sent it all in, he can only get half back to us. Says he told the job runner, different from IRS guy, and that's when I called it quits. No more jobs for this jerk.
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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #16 on: July 03, 2017, 06:20:39 PM »
So, let me tell you guys about PA Sweden.

Guy's looking for pre-Crash books, we get a line on some international shipment being brought across the country. Our crew hash out a contract with him, with some wiggle room for how much it's going to cost to get the cargo to him. You know what it's like, stuff spoils do you only end up bringing half back or whatever. You can never really be sure how much you're going to be ABLE to bring back to the client, so you can't know how much to budget for fuel and shit like that. So it's a floating amount, but he knows well and clear that getting the goods to him is going to cost some cash.

Long story short we've gone to the trucking yard, cleared out a bunch of C's, everyone's tired and doesn't feel like schlepping heavy-ass hardbacks across the wasteland - so we figure we can jury-rig one of the trucks to running if we have some gas drone-delivered into us. Our feet don't fucking fall off on the walk back, and we end up being able to carry way more books back to the client. You'd think it would be win-win, right?

We're sorting the payment, he transfers the base amount and then things turn ugly. The guy fucking balls me out right there in front of the enclave when we hand him a fuel bill for 10 bounty (that's it, fucking 10 bounty) to get him SIGNIFICANTLY MORE books than initially estimated. Accuses us of running a scam on him to gouge on shipment even though we agreed before hand transport costs would be covered. Doesn't matter that he's getting more than he asked for, that we did the job pretty fuckin' good if I do say so myself. Starts screaming he wants us to keep the books and the money because we're scamming him and he wants fucking done with us.

I mean, maybe there's something wrong with him up there, I don't doubt there's a lot of that going around on this list. I'm stuck with a throne made of books, a truck I definitely can't afford to run and some payment for the job which the truck is going to swallow almost immediately if I try and keep it up and running. I can sell the books to other people, everybody needs kindling or instruction manuals or just good ol' escapism. But this guy.. I think he's about to go full Randian. I don't want to be in the blast radius when he does.

Steer well clear of P.A. Sweden.
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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #17 on: July 04, 2017, 12:51:39 AM »
Oh that asshole PA Sweden? That's a name I'd hoped never to hear again.

Me and my crew sign up on a job for this asshole. Supposed to be a simple escort run, he's got this vehicle he's having custom made an enclaves over from where we are. He wants us to pick it up and take it about 50 miles to another crew that's gonna take it on to him. We work out a decent contract with him, not one where there's gonna be a lot left towards retirement, but it'll at least keep us going til the next job. His only condition is that the vehicle get to the meeting point with no damage to the "major functions or aesthetics of the car" within 15 hours. He was real specific about that "major functions or aesthetics of the car," bit--our negotiator should have caught on that the guy had a screw lose there--but the job seemed easy enough. Shouldn't have been a problem.

So we pack up and head on over to the mechanic he's got working on the thing--no problem, a C here and there but the weather's not too bad at all--and then we see the car.

Goddamned things like something out of the wet-dreams of some idiots that's been huffing paint and watching Mad Max movies on repeat since the crash. Picture this: take a pre-crash muscle car, soup that sucker up to be as loud as possible, but don't muffle it, then throw an honest-to-goodness plow on the front of the thing to weigh and slow it down. Top that all off with a mini-gun attached to the hood, with no apparent way to operate the damned thing unless someone is riding up there. And then to top it all off, cover the windows in steel plating with a viewing port that's only about an inch wide (and half your field of vision is blocked by the goddamned mini-gun when you look through it).

And then we start it up. I am not shitting you in the least when I say that flames shot 5-feet out of the tailpipes, which were of course re-diverted to stick straight up in the air. And it wasn't just a little show for when the car was started either, flames just kept shooting out of those fuckers nonstop.

Now we were contacted by that son of a bitch in the early afternoon, and he gave us a 15 hour timeline. By the time we got to the car it was going on sundown, which meant driving a moving, fucking, burning torch through casualty country at night.

And against some of the crews' better judgment, we did it. We get to the meet up point trailing a horde of casualties behind us. (No matter what we did to shake 'em, we'd just pick up more down the road.) As we're approaching we're calling this SOB to let him know we're ready for the hand-off and that we gotta bail quick because of the Cs. He says the other crew "couldn't make it" and if we wanna get paid we need to bring the car on the legs they were supposed to do.

Well, it was stupid, but we didn't want that damned car and we needed the bounty, so we agreed to take over the other crew's contract as long as he transferred the bounty for our original contract right then. He did, so we drive the car another 70 miles, out to some long abandoned enclave in the middle of nowhere. Along the way we worked out a way to temporarily block the flames, and we lost the Cs.

And we get there and there he is PA Sweden himself. Says he was so excited about the car he hired a crew of mercs to bring him over the river--and sure enough he's got about five real mean looking fellas with him.

He starts looking the car over from mid-distance, and turns to one of his mercs and says, "Yeah love the car. Minigun and a plow for wasteland critters if you run out of ammo." Me and the merc just roll our eyes at each other.

Then he gets closer and starts looking real close at the ammo-sack that's attached to the mini-gun, and this motherfucker turns to me and I shit you not, said, "There's no all black version of this bag? I don't like the grey at all, it messes up the flow of the pack. Just looks weird."

So then he starts mumbling about how he should dock our pay for not being good "agents" in looking out for the "aesthetics" of his property. Things are starting to get real tense because there's still the open matter of payment on the delivery contract we took over. He says "wait a minute" and goes and starts up the goddamned car, it roars to life, starts spouting flames up in the air. He gets out and over the roaring engine starts yelling about how its almost out of gas and how his wording of the contract with the other crew could be interpreted to require them to deliver the car fully gassed.

Right about then our scouts started pinging us that there's casualties incoming because of all of the noise and flames. So we draw down on him, his mercs draw down on us, we got a Texican standoff situation. The whole time we're yelling that the chud needs to pay up unless he wants us all to die. He starts ranting about us being Ubiq-scammers. And then finally he just yells something like:

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3E (my crew at the time) oh you poor baby snowflake SJWs. I don't want you to die I just want you to stop being c*nts, so stop being c*nts you c*nts. In the future specify the fuel should you be dumb enough to do more Lifeline jobs. Just write in FUEL IS NOT INCLUDED from the start there would have been no problems, there would have been no voices about scams or stiffing, it's you that did wrong, you're the idiot here 3E, you're the CHUD you call others, you just seem to not be able to admit it. I want you to admit it at least to yourself in private, you know you just have to admit it to yourself that you're a c*nt. . . . Fuel scam is one of the most common scams on UBIQ, see it all the time. There's just bad excuses from you which is also very typical for scammers. You got us 3E, you stiffed us, why don't you take pride in your accomplishment? . . . Peace out c*nt.

And then he told us to keep the car and he just walked off into the Loss. I'd always assumed it was to his death, that's why we never wrote him up on the LifeLines (that and a little professional embarrassment). The mercs loaded up their shit and were out of there quick. We just left the stupid car and bailed. And that's how PA Sweden fucked us.

Think this guy is probably a Randian that just hides it well during negotiations. Or maybe he's something worse. Don't work with PA Sweden he's a real ATTAboy.
« Last Edit: July 07, 2017, 06:55:40 AM by Neckbeard »

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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #18 on: July 04, 2017, 01:02:30 AM »
If anyone's in the Kansas City area, be on the lookout for a son of a bitch who used to call himself the Cossack. When I ran into him he was working as a fixer in an enclave called Terminal, big international airport that used to be an evac site in the Crash (Lots of those around the Loss). He hired me and a bunch of other freelance Takers for a quick rescue job: a big rig operated by Long Haul got trapped in the middle of a herd trying to cut through the city and they needed someone to peel the dead off the truck. In theory the driver would then be able to haul ass to safety and we'd go get paid, but as it turns out the motherfucker had tried to ram his way through the Casualties and fucked up his undercarriage, so he wasn't going anywhere.

We spent all goddamn afternoon peeling Cs off that truck and almost got eaten more than once, but we finally managed to clear most of the herd without blowing all of our ammo. The driver's too high to say thanks while we're checking his rig and confirming yep, shit's fucked and she ain't moving, but we figure fuck it, we've done what they paid us to do and it ain't our goddamn fault their guy was stupid enough to try and Mad Max his way through a zombie pride parade.

We were loading whatever supplies we could carry out of the truck and trying to convince a stoned-out-of-his-gourd redneck that he had to get out and walk back to Terminal with us when six assholes with guns and machetes show up and get their weapons on us. They tell us to drop our shit, put the supplies back in the truck, and get on our knees. One guy tried to jump them and took a bullet, damn near got us all killed and it made the rest of them even twitchier.

I'm thinking fast and I've got no other plan, so I blurt out that we're working for the DHQS and there's a drone watching us overhead, and if they ice us they're gonna eat a hellfire missile. The guy in charge calls bullshit and I call out to the truck driver, who is still pretty high but not bad enough that he can't tell what's going on. He backs me up, tells them we just saved his ass from a herd, he works for LHT contracting for the DHQS, and then before he can blabber any more I tell the gunmen the truck has sensitive cargo on board, and that if the DHQS can't get it back intact they will absolutely waste everything within thirty yards of it.

The leader looks really confused and for a second I think holy shit he's buying it, but then just as I'm opening my mouth to lean on the lie he says "but we're working for the DHQS."

As I'm still processing that he turns to one of his gals with a set of Ubiqs and says "call Cossack and ask him what he's playing at" and fuck me if I didn't put two and two together real quick. You see, I nailed Cossack's ass to the wall in negotiations for this job. I did my research before sitting down and found a lot of strings connecting him to Singularity Security Solutions and a bunch of enclaves that were "overrun" in St. Louis just as the DHQS was moving settlements into the area, and I let him know I'd be happy to sit on that info if he gave us the job with expenses. I knew I was pissing him off, but I figured I had him by the balls right? He wouldn't be stupid enough to try and ice me when I can burn him alive on Ubiq.

As it turns out, Cossack figured it was only a matter of time before I leaked the info anyway so he decided to take a shot. He hired a second god damn Taker crew and told them the driver of the truck had reported he was besieged by raiders, and the new guys were hungry and desperate enough that when he graciously offered to pay them expenses they didn't bother to do their research. As I was explaining this to their leader, who introduced himself as Shiner, that motherfucker was probably taking the pay for the job and getting the fuck out of Dodge to set up shop in another enclave. I have no idea where he is or what name he's under now but I have a screenshot I forward to every bartender, liquor merchant, and asshole with a still that I've met from here to the Mississippi because fuck if the Cossack doesn't like his hooch. One of these days that rat bastard'll get his and I hope someone's there to take a selfie when he does so I can find it on Ubiq. [Link]

As for me and Shiner's crews, once we got things sorted out the situation calmed down. We were still down a man but the rest of us didn't know him well enough to start shit over it, and we were all more worried about what we were going to do for pay. Eventually we just loaded ourselves down with the most valuable supplies from the truck to sell back at the enclave, managed to break mostly even. We even brought the driver back with us--once he sobered up I hear he ended up becoming a Taker himself. As far as Cat's Paws go it could've gone a lot worse, but fuck me if it didn't sting.
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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #19 on: July 04, 2017, 07:58:00 PM »
Second time, it's exchange, a dude I know got a lead on a IRS server farm and RHS said he could get us a gross shipment legit factory 7.62mm spam cans. That's 700 rounds a can, a 144 cans to a gross, not Loss reloads. Turns out, it's rusted NORK from Korea 2. Gunks up even hard core AKs, every other mag spits out a couple of malfunctions.

Oh, fuck that guy. Well, here's a freebie for you: you can tell that trash NK-manufactured ammo from the headstamps. It looks real similar to good quality Chinese stuff (which the NKs had a lot of in the war, too), but you can tell the difference by looking at the triangle on the stamp. Chinese rounds have the tip of the triangle pointing toward the rim, and NK rounds have the tip pointing toward the center. Check it out:


To the left you'll see a good honest Red Army round, to the right you'll see a Kim Turd.
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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #20 on: July 04, 2017, 08:19:47 PM »




Well, I best spam this to people now. Thanks, this will help me with my...plans...

Hmm, you know, I just noticed, I might be roleplaying a Steward by now...interesting. I am still wondering if I am a Roach, a Steward, or a Latent at this point...given that I backed at Latent, I seem to be implying all sorts of things with my evasiveness for Steward, and I think Roach is interesting for a freelancer.
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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #21 on: July 06, 2017, 03:11:49 AM »
So when I was in the game, one client was a real bag of dicks, she didn't do anything real bad but her contracts sucked. Her name was Data, don't know if it was a Star Trek reference or not, but anyway. What she would do is hide shit in these really long winded contracts. Like the ones you would get for like signing up with a web site pre-Crash, but she would always hide shit in between the lines. For example she would state that if you didn't follow her predetermined path, you would lose bounty on the job, on that same job we had to deliver a bolts of fabric to her, and she wanted the seafoam green bolts of cotton from the hobby center, well we got a green, but because it wasn't the exact right color, we half the bounty on that bolt, like, WTF, what crawled up yours to make you picky about a color of fabric.
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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #22 on: July 13, 2017, 06:46:55 AM »
Hey, a guy named Slipjohn tried to rip me off the other day. He messaged me and says he's got something to sell me and then he tries to rob me. Well I  just wanted to say that I know what your face looks like now you fuck. I want you to read this. I want you to know that I'm coming for you.


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Re: And Then There's THESE Assholes: Bad Client List
« Reply #23 on: July 26, 2017, 10:21:28 AM »
Once escorted this latent woman to an enclave called "Beacon" and the bitch turned out to be part of The Meek and threatened to blow herself up and turn the whole place into vector city. Good thing I evacuated the area and my friends pinned her to the ground and apprehended the bomb vest. Another positive thing is she payed us before she started going all "kamikaze" on us.
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