A few of my lecturers have recommended that I start my rants or whatever else with some sort of opener. I figured that I might jsut introduce myself so as to facilitate one's understanding of my position.
I've been roleplaying for a while now, addmitedly GTA 5 is somethign rather recent and most of my activty was based around SA-MP and WoW, not that it would mean much, and I couldn't help but notice some, well, idiosyncrasies.
I am not looking to stir up any trouble, definitely not looking to offend anyone. Seek I but to humour my fellow members of the postmodern persuasion.
Firstly, I'd like to describe my first arrest. Exciting stuff If I may say so myself.
Here we are, two individuals of the same criminal persuasion looking for blood, rather cinemaesque.
We come face to face to a few suspect masked guys trying to chop a Sandking, figured we might rob them and chop it ourselves.
We went in Clint Eastwood style, I had my first gun on me, couldn't tell friend from foe, I heard shots fired so I opened fire myself. My friend went down in that particular engagement, and so I reloaded and proceeded to smite he who had bereaved me of my partner in crime. And so I did, the man was put down not long after, by sheer luck rather than actual skill.
Officers came, I can't remember if there were any sirens or not as my overstimulated brain failed to register any. It takes me a few seconds before I finally come back to my senses and notice that an Officer has been shotuing at me for the better part of a minute. I obey his commands, as I always do, the officers in question, or at least one of them is rather well known, she's not technically an officer as she belongs not to the LSPD, a corporal rather, the other one might have been her boss or an overpowered partner in law.
I get on my knees, hands up, and one of the fellow lawmen tries cuffing me.
This is where everything went downhill.
Allow me to explain. I'm fresh out of a shootout, adrenaline pumping thorugh my system like it's going out of style and so naturally, I follow the roleplay.
A /me command pops up: "Attempts to cuff the man", it was, naturally, followed up by the obligatory /do "would I succeed"
To which I reply: /do I think not, I am shaking.
Now, anyone who watched any cop show during the 2000's knows that you don't calm a man down by aiming a gun at his head.
Anyone except for that pair of law enforcers.
I was still shaking at this point, then a /b popped up, I recall it clear as a mountain sky on a warm summer night: Player 98: ((fear rp pro))
You probably figured out where I'm going with this already.
Not 2 second later an Admin looking person, or gods as they are commonly known in the community, pops up, at that point I cracked a laugh and I figured that I'd better just go along with it, and boy was I right.
Fear RP negates half of the Fight or Flight instict as well as basic human psychology, some people are indeed insane or have peculiar mechanisms which may lead to them dying over a choice like this, and it's all randy dandy frankly.
Fine, I can deal with that, I know that gettign people to adhere to some sort of roleplayer's creed is hard and this kinda helps, although it does so by reducing RP opportunity.
The other point that I want to make is rather simple.
Now most of my stories involve, well me obviously, and the same group of lawmen, they'll probably figure themselves out if they ever get to reading this.
Tipical drug bust, I attemped aiding the escape of a fellow and ended up getting arested.
I got a bunch of bullshit charges placed on me.
I do at this point feel like I should mention that, unlike some, I do treat this as a game so I don't mind it, I just have a laugh and tell it to sod off.
Then a medic, finally, comes along.
By that time, I must've been filled with what I would refer to as, a liberal amount of lead, swiftly delivered through the smooth, twelve inch long barrel of a shotgun.
Argued for quite a bti with one of the other aprties as he was trying to convince me that bulletwounds in the gut would be okay after he patched them up with gauze, to which I figured that I might just have a bit of fun while I'm at it and see if they can step it up a bit, I was honestly down for a 4 hour scenario if the need arose.
When the medic pops up, the individual who shot me does tell them that I have been shot a few times to which the medics reply in their usual fashion.
/me attempts to checks the man for injuries
/do Would I be able to?
/do Yes
/do what would I see
/do I've been shot so I'd think that you might probably notice some animal bites, check for rabies while you're at it, those pesky guns, you never know.
I feel like I've made my point by now.
So why do the medics have to ask for the IC acceptance of an unconcious, wounded man who is unable to talk when they require himt o be on a stretcher. You are obviously going to be able to do that unless you're shit at your job.
And what's with the gauze thing, who came up with this?
There would be some more things to say, but I am fairly sure that all of the 5 people who got to the end of this thing are acutely aware of them.
