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Hello friends, Just to clarify a few points here, LEOs for years primarily used P as the tac PTT, since it would talk in game but not hot mic tac anytime you talked to someone in your car or on a scene. Didn't even notice until this report the P doesn't talk in game anymore, I assume since the phone update. Either way, sounds like I can bind it as a secondary key to resolve this and I will put out an announcement for anyone else that may not have noticed either. As for the scene itself, we were chasing some Itali GTO for a while that kept saying "wait for the bank alarm" baiting a pursuit to distract for a bank I guess, is what it is. Bank alarm went off and I think PD was chasing someone in tac from that and had a feeling they were going to ambush them eventually since that is the usual MO, but tbf I was vibing at Davis, waiting for Dylan while I ate a $5 footlong from Subway that actually costs $15 these days smdh. Turkey and Provolone, with some of that red wine vinegar they put on them, fire. My gps is still following some old backup while I was on my third bite, however Ash obviously wouldn't know any of that IC. The backup, if I was in tac, or the sandwich. Oh yea, I also don't think a shot was fired before ash took my tires and ruined my lunch, but I guess logs can check that. Which is why I was so surprised

Player(s) being reported: ID 51 Date of interaction reported: 28/JUN/2026 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1782665412 Your characters name: William Club Other player(s) involved: Specific rule(s) broken: 14. Deathmatch (DM) Prior interaction should include escalation such as a robbery or a report to the police. Players on foot should only be attempted to be hit with a vehicle once with valid motive. 13. NRP Ramming a Kamacho with a sports car How did the player break the rule(s)? Was sitting at Davis station not even looking at my screen when some dude randomly rolls up and I catch him out of the corner of my eye. Doesn't say a word, just starts shooting. I don't even know who this guys is but luckily I tabbed in and drove away in time. Seen him a few minutes later during a shootout that I assume he was trying to start. He decided to use his LC to flip a Kamacho so he could get advantage in the fight. NRP at it's finest. It is clear from the clip that he did this intentionally to get 15 seconds of completely free shooting at me while the car was upside down. Evidence of rule breach: DM: https://medal.tv/games/gta-v/clips/n0xsKELALsEbB1mWD?invite=cr-MSx0Q1UsODIwMTE5MDM&v=45 NRP: https://medal.tv/games/gta-v/clips/n0xZArSDrGrAAh4P9?invite=cr-MSxwTHksODIwMTE5MDM&v=30 Can provide a full POV to staff as we were discussing his initial DM attempt in staff chat and requesting a member of his faction let him know to save POV.

William Club - 8 tickets

William Club - 5 tickets

Part 1: A new Beginning As he sat there, the pale moonlight washing over his new white clothes, Cleetus was deep in thought. He contemplated what brought him to this place, to this group of individuals unlike any others in the city. He knew this is where he wanted to be, but would they accept him considering his past? Soon Cleetus would find out, waiting there seemed like an eternity, hearing hushed voices discussing his future, all he could think about was his past. Not the previous gang and all the issues that came with that, not the friends turned to distant acquaintances seemingly over night. He wasn't reliving his prison sentences, or months in the hospital recovering from gunshot wounds. As he closed his eyes he was seemingly transported to what now felt like a hazy memory of a life and family he would never see again. Flashback to the farm: A simpler time, A simpler man Cleetus Johnson lived a simple life, he grew up on his grandparents farm, helping his grandfather whenever he could. Early in his life his parents were taken from this world, at this point they were but a distant memory and a handful of old photographs to Cleetus. As his grandfather grew older, Cleetus could tell the farm work was becoming too much for him. Less and less of the fields were planted in each coming year. Less animals filled the once lively stables. One thing was growing on the Johnson farm though, debt. Cleetus is a lot of things, but a farmer, a farmer was something Cleetus never considered himself. After a long talk with his grandfather by the fire one night, with a once full bottle of bourbon laying empty next to the pit, the Johnson's decided it was time for Cleetus to leave this small town and finally see some of the world. Cleetus had dreams of going to Los Santos, instantly becoming a wealthy man, driving back to the farm in a sports car, bag of money in hand to rid his grandfather of his debtors. Old man Johnson knew the truth though, and Cleetus would soon find out. Cleetus was not sent to the city in a desperate attempt to save the farm, he was sent there by his grandfather to spare him the pain of those final days. To save a young man who had lost so much already from witnessing first hand the inevitable final breathe of the last person close to him, and the bulldozers that would follow days later, clearing an entire families legacy to build a shopping mall. Cleetus packed his bags, with that silly youthful optimism visible all over his face, waved goodbye to his grandfather and set out for the city. A single tear fell from the old mans eye that day, landing on the soil bellow. Unbeknownst to Cleetus, that was the last drop of water the dying farmland would receive under the Johnson name, and the last time that Cleetus would feel the embrace of the man who shaped him into the man he was today. Salvation Is Here Cleetus was abruptly brought back to the real word as he heard "Mr. Johnson?" in that unmistakable 'mom voice'. He inhaled deeply as he rose to his feet, wondering what the decision would be. "This lady is impossible to read" he thought to himself "how is she the sweetest person ever, and the scariest at the same time?". He looked into her eyes, sure that the gentle letdown was coming. He would understand. His flaws were many, and mistakes were countless. He wanted more than anything to turn his life around, to help people, to be near his dearest friend, to not have to wash blood off his cloths every night. Did they believe he was sincere though? Did he convince them that in his heart this was truly what he wanted, no, needed in his life? "I want you to come with me and meet a few people Cleetus" she said, a slight smile briefly appearing on her face. Cleetus sighed with relief, his life was never going to be the same again, this time for the better. For Cleetus Johnson, Salvation is finally here.