Doctor_Diddler

Chapter I: A brief history (of pain) He kept running over the details in his mind. Something was wrong but it was difficult to tell what at that particular moment. The payment itself was normal; he sat at Vino's in lower Algonquin. It was the middle of November and a soft snow had begun to fall; no doubt the result of another winter vortex or some sort. He ordered a cube steak with some green beans and macaroni-n-cheese. He was about halfway finished when a man sat down across from him. Normal build, polo shirt and some blue jeans. The understanding between them was quite clear and in fact, few words need be spoken. He gave Bruce a short team to finish his meal and gave him the relevant information; Construction site. Upper Alderney. 6 PM. 2nd floor. Black suit with a blue shirt and always a light blue pocket square. Bruce paid for his meal, and made his way to a routine contact to purchase a firearm. It was a nice, soviet surplus Mosin-Nagant with some minor improvements to make it a little less Russian and a little more usable. He gained access to a window-washing platform and made a nice and comfy home on a desolate metal half-cage suspended 4 stories above ground level. It was practically easy money once he'd learned how to use a spotter. No more wild drive-bys shooting blindly out a window and hoping to hit something valuable. It was good money and being situated far enough away gave him plenty of time to bug out when the time came. It was 5 o'clock when the first sign of no good appeared; armed men most certainly not here for a contracting gig began to take up sentry positions. They all knew their routes it seemed, but luckily none were on the lookout for a rickety platform several blocks away above them. It was a quarter past 6 when a black windsor rolled up. It was beginning to grow dark as the entourage exited their vehicles. This was some kind of HVT, but Bruce didn't recognize the crew coming out. Peculiar, but that made things easier; little to no blowback from the families for offing some new gang on the block. All was readied. The platform was powered on and his rifle was in position. None of the sentries were terribly interested in looking his direction for the moment. The target would be roughly 730 meters away. His sights were set, and he readied himself as best he could. The man in black positioned himself in the middle of the room, perfect for a clean shot. There was, however, a catch; he was turned perpendicular to Bruce, and would make a hard target even harder to hit. It looked like he was meeting up with some local toughs, and they gathered around him in a semi-circle to the front of him. It was an odd little formation, and they made no hindrance to his line of fire. His palms began to sweat. The target was pacing around the unfinished room, devoid of real walls but filled with people. Covering the entrances were his entourage, who stoodby with an air of confidence in their posture. Some sort of negotiation was taking place. Finally, however, his opportunity presented itself; the man in the suit he was tasked with ending made his profile more available. In that moment, Bruce pulled the trigger. Miss. The bullet slammed into the concrete floor to his right, missing by maybe half a meter. Time almost crept to halt for Bruce, who instinctively pulled the bolt up and back, ejecting a shell before reversing action to chamber a new one. He fired another round maybe a full second later, too soon for anybody to know what was happening. He threw the lever of the lift the other way as fast as he could. It was a direct hit, probably center mass. He didn't have much time to investigate his bullet trajectory, but he saw a telltale sign of the reaper in the aftermath; after he fired, his target collapsed directly downward like a puddle. Must've been a spinal hit. If he wasn't dead, he was probably never using two or more of his limbs again. When the lift reached the bottom, he broke into a full sprint down the alley way and to his car. It was a beat up old ruiner with a broken right taillight He flung the rifle into the passenger seat and hammered the pedal. There was some initial weaving into traffic but he managed to set course for his apartment up in Berchem, making sure he wasn't followed. It was 4 A.M. when he got the call. One of his buddies, and some additional hired muscle for the Pavanos. The city was in an uproar. Koreans lost an underboss at a secret meeting with some two-bit street gang. The Koreans were turning over every rock, and they were out for blood. They were shaking up every bookie, dealer, druggie, you name it. He figured the two of them could help them look, for a price. Bruce hung up, immediately. The money from the job was in there, so he had enough for a one-way to Los Santos, San Andreas. Next flight was an hour. He packed a single change of clothes and bolted out the door. If they didn't know now, they'd know soon. He had to go. He didn't so much as take a deep breath until the plane was in the air. Their reach in Los Santos was weak, and as far as he knew any deep ties between east and west coast were few and far between. He'd have to lay low for awhile, but he couldn't stay in Liberty City anymore. The fear kept him from sleeping, so he ran over the details repeatedly in his head. What the hell was an underboss doing meeting a bunch of street thugs? Why a construction site and not somewhere on their turf? It didn't make sense. The flight was 5 hours, but he only got minimal sleep. Maybe this could be good. A new beginning.

Table of Contents Table of contents Chapter I: A brief history (of pain) Chapter II: The city, and never sleeping.

So this is a suggestion that is twofold; 1. Add an item like a toolbox available for purchase and re-usable (because getting minor damage is a frequent occurence and charging for something this minor every single time is just cruel) that can be used to buff out cosmetic damage/fix windows. Look, let's be honest; nobody goes to the mechanic to pay $500 just to have their windows fixed. When you log out for the day, it'll just be fixed when you come back anyways. I've had times where I strive to drive carefully just to keep my ride pristine only to find that during my brief trip to a convenience store, my car vibrated so hard thanks to server lag that all the windows and both headlights are broken. The amount of cars I see driving around with a broken windshield is obscene and unrealistic. 2. Add a "clean car" functionality to the microfiber cloth. As far as I can tell the only use for it is to clean fingerprints? Giving it a one-use car clean adds another reason to buy one and lets you pick and choose when you want to spruce up your car's look. The dirt-caked wheel wells looks awesome on a semi barreling down the highway, but it just looks out of place on somebody's day-old Zentorno. I know people have asked about a car wash but if we're not getting this, this makes for a good alternative. Plus, if you wanted to be an enterprising but awful person, you could buy up all the microfiber cloths and offer to clean cars for a profit.

Is this where we're doing them all? Okay. Let me try my hand. 1. Pay people a small amount from the city (say, $50) to report bodies. 2. Advertise the coroner number noting that you're doing your part at a citizen AND you'll get paid. 3. AI generate some dead bodies in secluded places (i.e. say North point at Paleto, the dock where Devin Weston was pushed into an early grave, the humane labs parking lot, Davis quarry, etc.) 4. Have those AI generated bodies "anonymously reported" like the trucker order list. 5. Add coroner drop offs to major hospitals to increase interaction with LSEMS staff and add potential for more RP experiences. 6. Maybe emphasize the job every October for spooky month? You know, increased payout, some crazy stuff happening like really grisly scenes or something. Hell, you could include those normally as a rare spawn to create intrigue. You go out for a routune mission and find a body nailed to a wall or something.

I think we can circumvent the whole "nobody knows how to get a coroner -> coroner doesn't get work" thing if we paid people for finding bodies and then advertised that. Have it be a small amount to avoid abuse (like $50) but it incentivizes the behavior. ICly this obviously makes sense and oocly it makes people want to report them. I'm thinking addiitonally it can publically credit people so that if you've just shot someone you may want to think twice about reporting a body and profiting off of a drive-by. With that in mind, you could make generated bodies "reported anonymously". Oh, and additionally I think it'd be useful to have coroners travel to lesser-used roads like say North point at Paleto, the dock where Devin Weston was pushed into an early grave, the humane labs parking lot, Davis quarry, etc. to generate traffic to those areas. This also makes sense because if you're going to dump a body, you're obviously going to do it in secluded places.

I mostly roll by Doctor Diddler outside of a few platforms with draconian speech regulations. I've got essentially 10 years of RP experience on other... games? Mostly Runescape, so none of this stuff is majorly new to me. From my experience so far it looks like my biggest hurdle will be getting in-game experience and networking, because for some reason my microphone just will not work with RageMP. Hope to see you all around.