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  1. While The Wanted continues to thrive and grow with the guidance of the Street King’s and Captains, Brandy Falcon, former Street Queen, has remained hidden away in her home, her money dwindling away with each passing day. As the sun rises over Los Santos, the birds begin to sing their morning song on the window sill of Brandy’s home, as if beckoning to her. Slowly, her eyes open, bloodshot and crusty, staring up at the ceiling. A frown instantly slides down her lips, realizing she has, yet again, survived another night of heavy drinking. In silence, she sits up and holds her head in her palm, feeling it pounding from the hangover. With the birds’ morning song ringing in her ears like an alarm, Brandy slowly slides to the edge of her bed, taking a moment to look at the empty spot next to her, touching it longingly, then standing up with a drawn out sigh through her nose. She stumbles out of her room to begin another day of self abuse. Shuffling through her home, she kicks aside dirty clothes and clutter. Her home in complete disarray, looking as though it hasn’t been maintained in months. Making her way to the kitchen, she grabs the fridge handle and opens it, reaching her hand inside in search of her morning alcohol. Her hands find nothing to grasp. In disbelief, she bends down and peers inside the dark fridge, the light bulb having burnt out weeks ago, and finds it completely empty. She opens drawers inside the fridge, but they yield the same, nothing. Panic begins to grow in her chest. Slamming the fridge door, she begins running from cabinet to cabinet, ripping them open, knocking things down, and throwing things on the ground as she continues to search. With each passing second, Brandy’s anxiety rises, her chest moving up and down quickly as she begins to hyperventilate, her heart pounding, and her head spinning. After tearing the kitchen apart, she quickly stumbles into the living room, checking all the liquor bottles that have piled up. “No, no, no, no... No! It can’t all be gone!” Several more desperate moments pass, rummaging through the empty bottles, the realization finally set in. Tears spilled from her eyes, her arms falling limp beside her while slowly dropping to her knees In a pile of clutter and bottles, her head tilted back, staring up at the ceiling, she sobbed silently, her shoulders bouncing up and down with each sob until she had no more air in her lungs. Taking in a deep breath, her silent sobs become pathetic wails, hot tears continuing to fall down her cheeks and chin. With nothing to numb her pain, Brandy was now forced to face it, something she has been avoiding for close to two months. “Why?! You said you would never leave me! YOU PROMISED ME!!!” Out of money and alcohol, Brandy’s sobs continued through out the morning. As the hours passed, she found herself waking up on the ground, with no recollection as to when she passed out during her break down. While laying on the ground in silence, her eyes fixated on a pile of clutter in the corner of the room, something catching her eye. With a grunt, she slowly begins to crawl towards it, her shaky hands reaching for it, grasping it carefully as she picks it up. It was a framed picture of the former Street King, Johnny Falcon. An older photo, when he was younger and in the military. Holding his firearm within a group of other soldiers, he was the only one smiling, his grin beaming with pride. Although he was proud to serve his country, it came at a cost, in more ways than one. But the most lingering, and troublesome cost was post traumatic stress disorder, with his most recent episode resulting in his arrest. His trial is set several years down the road, but it’s inevitable that he is likely going to receive either life in prison, or the death sentence. The worst part? Since Johnny was considered very dangerous, he is not permitted to have any visitors. Ever. Even if Johnny is spared the death penalty, Brandy knew she was never going to see him again. As Brandy stares down at the picture in her hands, her bottom lip quivers, her eyes becoming misty, finding herself crying all over again. “I’m so lost without you, Johnny... What do I do? I’m... so alone.” She stares down at the smiling Johnny Falcon in the picture frame, as if she was expecting an answer, but of course, it never came. An uneasy sigh escapes her lips, slowly picking herself off of the floor and setting the framed picture down on the coffee table. For the first time in quite a long time, Brandy opened the front door of her home, light from the setting sun flooding the dark, and broken home. Looking over her shoulder, Brandy sees her home in a new perspective... There was a lot of work that needed to be done. With a deep breath, and clenched fists, she steps out of her home and looks up towards the sky. She didn't know if she was even ready to face the world again, let alone face The Wanted...
  2. The sun began to rise, shining light down on the city of Los Santos. The sounds of sirens and gunshots echoed through the streets. In short, it was looking to be a day just like any other. Perfect for throwing a party on O'block, to celebrate the birth of the Street King, Johnny Falcon. Radio calls, text messages, and word of mouth traveled quickly, with the primary being Zetas and Wanted. Drinks and 'party enhancers' were passed around, while others danced around to music. No cops, no guns, no threats. It was nice, but... it also came with a false sense of security. What seemed like hours of drinking, drugs, and fun, Johnny climbed up on the roof of his home and looked down at the crowd of people who came. With a smile, he spoke words of gratitude, thanking them all... BANG BANG BANG And just like that, Johnnys life would change forever. Out of the three shots, a single bullet lodged itself into his lower spine. He collapsed on the roof, and fell unconscious immediately. The people on O'block scrambled, trying to find where the shot came from. Although they found no shooter, they did find something else... A uniquely colored elegy, with the plate “Shadow.” Older members of The Wanted knew immediately who the vehicle belonged to. Micheal Hazel. An ex member of The Wanted, who vanished for seemingly no reason. With Micheal nowhere to be seen, The Wanted rushed to the hospital, where a Zeta had rushed Johnny to the ER. There, his wife Brandy, and adopted son Mojo, stayed for several days while Johnny recovered, doctors and nurses coming in and out of the hospital room to preform various tests. Finally, on a day when Johnny was coherent, a doctor entered the room with a look of hopelessness. He spoke in a tired rasp, and matter-of-factly told the Falcons that Johnny would likely never be able to use his legs ever again. They were crushed by the news, but Johnny knew he had to stay strong not only for his family, but for The Wanted. He called all Wanted members to the hospital to tell them the news, and to speak up on why Michael Hazel would do such a thing. “The Wanted was created by Bobby, Brandy, Natalie, and myself where outcasts could come and feel accepted, and at home. But we've strayed from that, and somewhere along the line, we've become just like any other gang. But.... I'm as guilty as anybody else. During a heated argument, I turned a brother away because he was unwanted, and it cost me my legs...” The visitation lasted for a few hours, with people coming in and out until there was nobody left but Brandy and Johnny. In the middle of the night, the Doctor came in to discharge Johnny, and gave Brandy some information on proper care for Johnny. Wheeling Johnny out in a wheelchair, they got a ride home and she helped Johnny into bed with a smile and a few reassuring words. When she was sure he was asleep, she retreated outside and looked up towards the night sky, her worries and fears falling from her eyes. And just then... her phone buzzed in her pocket.
  3. Hi there! I am Brandy O'Brien, aka Player 26. Johnny Falcon, aka Player 19, and I were in the middle of a roleplay when Mister Falcon did in fact die due to a bug. He crashed into a stationary object in the road and was ejected from his vehicle. I called the medics, and that's when the other two players showed up. When it became apparent that no medics were going to show up, I decided, as support, that since the player died due to a bug, I would bring his vehicle back to him so we could go back to the scene and continue to roleplay where we left off. I really don't think its fair or immersive to acknowledge a death due to a bug, and I personally didn't think there was any unfair advantage that took place by my decision.
  4. Hi there! It does not. There was no indication that it ever did, at least... I hope I did not apply that there was. Thanks for your time.
  5. Good evening! The screenshot I posted a few posts up was the only screenshot I provided. If my memory serves correctly, PB-AJ never told Mister David that I gave her a screenshot showing I drew my weapon first. She told him I had a screenshot asking why he was not fear rping, to which he confirms “It’s a win win situation.” That was the only ‘evidence’ I could provide, as well as both our testimonys to which he said I had my weapon out slightly faster or “a second” before he did. Thanks for your time!
  6. Hi again! You misunderstand, I'm not missing the point. That's why I said I could understand your side of it. And I believe that PB-AJ saw both of our points as well. A game can only be so realistic, there is a definite grey area. One could argue in ton of different situations that "in real life, this and that would happen." That's why she decided it would be a draw, and to void the rp. I hope you have a nice rest of your day!
  7. Hi there! I am the person who you were roleplaying with. I pulled my gun out on you, and you were very quick and pulled your gun out on me. However, I did pull my weapon out first, to which I expected you to Fear RP. You did not.. Instead you RP'ed that you were reaching up to use your radio... I was confused as to why you were not following Fear RP. So I told you I pulled my gun out first, and that means you need to Fear RP. You did not respond. This was after you were RPing reaching up to use your radio, which I never actually saw you use, but I might have missed it. Three other officers showed up. I complied to the RP, dropped my gun, and got on my knees, but I was still trying to get an answer why you did not comply to the Fear RP. You gave me the explanation of "It's a win win situation" which didn't answer my question. Another officer who arrived on scene explained oocly (this was not captured in the screenshot as it was said after I took it) that "Cops do not have to Fear RP because they go through training." I got conflicting answers, so after I logged back in (I did log because my headset died and I needed to close the game and relog for my sound to work again) I made a in game report to ask if cops are allowed to ignore Fear RP. Your explanation when PB-AJ arrived was to the extent of "She had her gun out a split second before I did, but in real life I would see her reaching for it and react." I can understand where you are coming from. You were trying to make the situation realistic in your own sense because people react differently based on the situation that they are in. An officer may very well try and get his weapon out when they see a suspect reaching for their own. Unfortunately, if the rules allowed for people to react however they wanted, we all might as well just play GTA Online. That's why rules state that the most common situation would be to comply if your life is in danger. PB-AJ was not rude and there was no "failure to make the right decision." The fact of the matter is, PB-AJ had to make a decision based on the evidence that was provided to her, which unfortunately, was not much to go by. You were not recording, and neither was I. The only thing I could provide was a screenshot, and she decided the best thing to do was to issue no punishment but rather to void the RP.
  8. Say you have a gun you really love. Right click it, the menu drop will appear with an option to "rename item" and you can name it "Ankle Biter" or whatever tickles your fancy. Now when you hover your mouse over your weapon in your inventory, it'll display that name. I think this would be SUPER useful for clothes, since clothes can be in your inventory, and we have so many to choose from now! Having the option to name clothes would make it so much easier to change into your favorite outfits without having to try on everything to find it. "Brown shirt with graphic" or "Clubs leather jacket" or "Sweater boyfriend gave me" just to name a few examples.
  9. 1+ This, please. I'd love to see npc pedestrians walking around. It would definitely add a better immersive experience.
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