James McGrity

Self Reflection: James sat on a weathered wooden bench in the motel, bathing the warm glow of the moonlight. It had been an eventful year, and as he looked back, he couldn't help but smile at the journey of improvement he had embarked upon with his friends, "The Underground." Twelve months ago, James was a different person. Lost in the monotony of his daily routine, many people claiming to be friends and family ultimately proving they only had self interest at heart. He felt suffocated by the lack of purpose in his life luckily, fate had other plans for him. One evening, as yet another group he thought to be his family disbanded, the leader taking all the spoils of the groups hard work for himself before becoming uncontactable. James wandered aimlessly through the city streets, he stumbled upon a small, unassuming motel. James thought to himself "wow this is a great metaphor for how my life is going"... A flyer caught his eye... "Respect Existence or Expect Resistance" he read further... it was a small poster signed "The Underground." Intrigued, James decided to hang around this group more often. Little did he know that this group would change his life forever. He stepped onto the roof of the motel, filled with a diverse group of people, all seeking personal growth and improvement. Among them were artists, entrepreneurs, writers and dreamers, all with one clear interest, STOP CORRUPTION. Over the next few months, James formed deep connections with the members of The Underground. They shared their dreams and fears, creating a safe space for self-expression and growth. James found solace in their support and encouragement, realizing that he was not alone in his pursuit of a more meaningful and corruption free life. Together, they embarked on a journey of stopping corruption, they held workshops, shared knowledge, and challenged each other to step out of their comfort zones. James discovered his passion for taking to police cruisers with baseball bats, nurtured by the guidance of a talented disruptor within the group. "The Underground" also pushed James to confront his fears. With their unwavering support, he ceased being intimidated by the police and other government agencies. In fact, The Underground had taught him to completely disrespect their authority and he proudly did exactly the opposite of what he was told by them. As the months flew by, James witnessed the incredible transformation of his friends family. Slowly but surely they had all outgrown themselves, from living in cardboard boxes surrounding campfires, driving cars held together with glue and tape, to owning almost every room in the hotel and being able to keep their cars refilled and serviced. Now, sitting on that park bench, James marvelled at how far they had come. The once-lost souls had found their purpose, their voice, and their community. They chanted, Respect Existence or Expect Resistance as the moonlight dwindled into sunrise.

Vaeseri Family Outing It was shaping up to be a typical day for The Underground with a general hangout and shenanigans. We were drinking and running around the Hotel when Josh decided to attack Kira's car... Kira needed to drive it and it was unable to start, Josh was punished by having to push all the Vaeseri's from the Hotel to LSC for a repair. Along the way we made some friends, who advised us of directions, and also decided to partake in the shenanigans by tripping Josh and making it harder for him to get to the destination, Josh was annoyed. By this point he was hot and sweaty after pushing the vehicle up and down hills for the last hour... News was spreading across the city of this peculiar but serious punishment, it had caused quiet a spectacle and there were a lot of people cheering the Vaeseri's on by the time they had arrived at LSC... "ONE LAST TURN" James shouted after what was now hours of pushing the vehicle. A long but slow convoy of spectators behind him kept him protected but also kept blasting their horns "hurry up" they yelled. Even some nomads in their RVs pulled up to watch the final sprint. "Finally" Josh exclaimed as he attempted to check the vehicle in to LSC. Alas, there were no mechanics on duty.... All in all, this was time well spent, we had a bit of fun, strengthened our bond as Vaeseri's and made some life long friends along the way. Josh also learned that whilst its fun to mess around, one day you might just find out...

Honestly looking back at the footage I have/had that's exactly the case, the ads roll in but nothing else os going on so it looks like a steady stream. My apologies to all!

I wish I had proof, I may even have POVs of it so I'll look. I can absolutely promise that when I am playing at like 3-7am (UTC) weeknights you can tell when someone from weazel has clocked on because boom bulk ad after bulk ad. I agree this is not continued and from then on it's one here or there, but when they first start it's like the feel they need to launch weazel to the moon, and ads are the fuel.

The Stolen DOC Cruiser Earlier in the day I had purchased a small blade and a burger from Burgershot. I had inserted the blade into the burger so it was unable to be seen without taking the burger apart. I had met up with Josh and we had decided to go looking for members to get up to some mischief with, the natural place to start was DOC. When we got there the guards were being cagey, not telling us who was in there when we asked if any members were inside. Someone who was just released told us there were two people wearing pink that had been arrested days earlier, knowing their sentence was likely long we asked for a visitation but despite there being ample guards on duty we were denied. I asked and pleaded for them to give our members some food (the tainted burger), they refused, DOC were starving our people. This can not go unpunished! We noticed a DOC scout parked out the front with its engine on, I told Josh to distract the guards while I unlocked the doors. We were successful, I called Josh and told him to get in, we turned the lights and sirens on to rub it in the DOC's face. They ran out screaming at us to exit the vehicle, while we were leaving we disabled the tracker and took it to the docks to vandalise. We took all the wheels and doors off the vehicle and spray painted messages all over it. When we were finished we placed the tracker back in and hid near by to watch the faces of the responding units at their destroyed cruiser. A good day was had!

+1 Another point I would make is that it may increase opportunity for "round the clock" gang activity, rather than the night crew being in bigger gangs and not having enough people to do crime. There may form a new gang in the less populated time zones due to increased opportunity