When Darkweather was a teen, he hung out at clubs, BDSM clubs, not to be stripped to his boxers and have hot wax dripped on him, but to observe the freaks. He started out as a bartender at The Rock, a local Gothic club. After a while the owners changed it into a BDSM club, where guys would come in and get chained down and whipped by topless girls, which they liked. Darkweather observed this behavior, and thought that these freaks would make a great gang for the Project, which was then 2 years in progress. He formed a local gang there, known as the Tripps. Their part in the Project was basically kidnapping escaped subjects, or betraying orderlies, r basically anybody outside of Darkwoods who knew about the Project. They were to torture these people, in most horrific ways imaginable. These guys were the type who watched Eli Roth and Leigh Whannel films, over and over again, giving them ideas on what to do to their next victims. For part the Project is in, they are to videotape their kills. This made the Tripps Darkweather's most favorite gang in general. Nobody knew of these actions either, but Jamie heard about it in school. Jamie, handcuffed to a rusty metal chair was smacked across the face with something, it felt like a pistol. "Wake up, animal." The scary voice shouted. Jamie slowly opened his tired, beaten eyes, and looked down, seeing a dark silver 9mm handgun placed right in his mouth. He looked up to see a Tripp, dressed in a leather apron, with dark red bloodstains on them, and wearing a pig mask, stripped to his skull boxers. Jamie too was stripped to his white boxer briefs; his torn clothes in a Ziploc bag, still dirty from the previous night, carrying the mutilated remains of the latest victim. The crazy grabbed Jamie by his long, black hair, and grabbed a meat cleaver nearby, and used it to hack off a large clump of hair. Then the man pulled out a small Ziploc bag, placed the greasy locks of hair inside, zipped it up, and then slipped it into his apron pocket. "You're not getting out of this place alive, animal, let alone in one piece." The man said, scanning the walls, looking for a good item to torture Jamie with. He eyed a small pole-mount chainsaw, lifted it off the rack, and then placed it on the rusty metal counter, with remains of bloody flesh still crusted on the counter. He pulled of the Pig Mask, revealing a large barcode tattoo plastered on the back of his neck, placed the mask beside the chainsaw, then pulled on some black rubber gloves, and a surgeon's mask. "You knew, Darkweather is such a great man. I have no idea why you'd wanna leave his home." He was taunting him; Jamie could smell the taunt in his beer-stenching breath. As he walked over to the chainsaw, he eyed the handgun resting on a small metal table, accompanying some scalpels, knives, syringes and hand drills, all rusty in year-old blood. He loosened his cuffs, and dropped them and snagged them on his fingertips, looking like he's still cuffed. He turned around, revving up his chainsaw, and charged at Jamie. He slipped on the cuffs Jamie dropped, and he hit the ground, tossing the chainsaw into the air, and landing on his left foot, slicing it off. Twitching around, he tried grabbing the chainsaw, as Jamie was reaching for the handgun. By the time the guy grabbed the chainsaw, Jamie fired the gun. The guard down the hall heard the gun shots, and got up from watching some snuff films and walked over to see how the session was going, and saw him, lying in a pool of his OWN blood and Jamie was nowhere to be seen. He remained hidden behind the door, holding a meathook. The 6' guard drew his gun, and searched the room for Jamie. Jamie snuck up on him, tapped him on the shoulder, and waited for the guard to turn around. As he turned around, he dug the hook into his lower stomach, then pulled it up to his chest, then let him drop to the floor. He locked the door behind him, and broke the key off in the lock. He checked the adjacent rooms, searching for Alex. Then, he heard a horrifying scream, and then a drill buzzing. He followed the noise to the end of the hall, in a larger room. He saw Alex, strapped to a chair, getting his teeth drilled by another masked apron-wearing freak. He ran up to the man, slammed him in the face, and threw him onto the dental chair next to Alex's. He then grabbed a knife on the table and jammed it into his right hand, sticking it to the old rusted chair. He then grabbed a large syringe and jammed it into his left hand, doing the same thing. He then grabbed the power drill, forced his mouth open, and drilled his mouth. His teeth, gums, tongue, everything. He kept drilling until the only sound being made his the drill buzzing. He then unstrapped Alex from his chair. "You okay?" he asked him. "Yea, just drilled a molar. No big deal." Alex responded, rubbing his jaw, still shaky from his treatment. "Okay, we're gonna make it through." Jamie encouraged Alex "We're gonna make it, and we're gonna kill Darkweather before this night is out, and along the way, we're gonna kill any gang, police force, or group that gets in our way." Jamie was proactive when it came to fighting. Alex, still stubborn, said, "but why won't they stop? They had to have stopped when we wasted Kaplan!" "But Alex, that's where you're wrong they won't stop. They'll stop at nothing. They will not stop until both of us are dead!" Alex was scared he would die before the clock struck midnight. "But Jamie, I'm scared! I'm so scared we're gonna die." Jamie was trying to boost up his confidence. "Alex, as long as you're with me, neither one of us are gonna die, now let's get outta here before we do die!" They went back into their cells, and redressed themselves, then crept upstairs. They almost went deaf by the excessively loud techno playing on max volume. "There's no way they're gonna here us with this music playing. All we need to do is get to the exit." They snuck by on the light catwalk above the stage, and then dropped to the other side, then crawled into the kitchen, where they brewed beer, cut cocaine and spiced opium. A large door opened at the other end, the person being hidden by a large curtain hung by the door. The two ran into a cupboard. "You stay here. I'm gonna take care of this guy, and we can take their Hummer. I saw the keys on the shelf. He ran over to the other side of the kitchen, making the 7-foot cook suspicious. He picked up a meat cleaver, and went over to check things out. Jamie double-backed behind him, and grabbed and large skillet. He followed him, waiting for him to turn around. He walked in front of the stove, where a pot of crack was boiling. He then turned around. Jamie struck him across the face, and then submerged his head into the pot, badly burning his face. He then pushed the pot off of the stovetop then pushed his face onto the burner, then grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed him with it, then decapitated him with the meat cleaver. He went to get Alex, handing him the Hummer keys. "start the car. I'll let them know of out visit." Alex ran off, and started the car. Jamie took the late cook's fat head, and chucked it into the middle of the dance floor. All the freaks stopped dancing, drew their guns and ran after Jamie, shooting at him. Jamie ran outside and dove into the running Hummer. "DRIVE!!" All the Tripps and their affiliates started shooting at them. "They're gonna pay for this!" Alex said, making a U-turn and ran them all over, crushing them into the road, flipped off their corpses and the unlucky survivors, and rode off. Jamie checked the time "12:26. We're in Nevada. If we keep driving we can make it to Darkweather by 2:00" "Sounds good" Alex said, keeping his foot down on the gas. They passed out of the countryside of Nevada, and were headed into Las Vegas. As they reached The Strip, the car started slowing down. They pulled into a Texaco station. Drawing his gun, Jamie quietly said, "Look, we're not paying for this junk. If we pay, that guy in there might be an accomplice, and he can call Darkweather on us and then we won't make it through the night. Let me know when you're done and we'll just drive off. Filling the tank, Alex eyed a group of hoodies. He saw them, looking at a small piece of paper, then looking at him. Then they started to walk towards the car, drawing their pipes and clubs. Jamie spotted them, and knew who they were. He drew his gun, aimed it at them, and then screamed, "ALEX! RUN!!!" and then gunned down two of the mysterious thugs. He knew there would be more coming of the bowels of this flashy city. He jumped out of the car, and ran after Alex. More spawned at the end of the alley, and charged after them, brandishing knives and baseball bats, Jamie knew that if they weren't careful, they'll both end up with their faces sticking out of their backs. These were some of the worst gangs involved in the Project, The Kroogz.