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  1. +1 The new "follow people to house robbery and rob them" feels weird and like MG in its current form. Within a week house robberies have went from a mid-risk, mid-reward crim activity to basically a warzone.
  2. As someone with both an active crim and PD character: No. I would state that IC consequences on PD have the potential to be way higher than on a crim. A dishonorable discharge is quite literally character-ruining. I had one from SD and had to retire my character for like a year because no other legal faction would hire me, and there's basically no arguing it.
  3. Thank you for letting us know
  4. -1 I understand that some people are experiencing FPS drops and performance issues with the trees and more players. However, doing something like allowing only 1 vehicle on the map at a time creates an issue for those of us who don’t. I’d recommended turning some settings down.
  5. +1 I am unsure why mentality has switched to gang shootouts not being part of RP, as indicated by some in this thread. Of course, clap crews have been a thing in the past and are a different thing altogether, but even then, the rule was NOT effective in preventing that. The truth of the matter is that shootouts ARE an integral part of gang RP. There’s a fine line, of course, but rules like this do nothing to clarify where that line is. Instead, they do stifle RP opportunities and facilitate a need to ruleplay.
  6. Alistair Cain ‘The Return’ Alistair awoke as usual, some short time before Christmas. As he stepped out of his apartment complex, he was greeted with a snowy ground and gray skies. ‘No worries,’ he thought, as he made his way to the garage to unpark his Torero. He planned to meet up with the family, and continue their quest for respect: a standard day for a Goblin. Following a botched shootout with PD and a long prison sentence, Alistair had chosen to take a small vacation, with the unusually cold weather in the city being all the more reason. This trip would be longer than expected, due to continued inclement weather grounding all planes. Alistair would arrive back in Los Santos around a month later, stepping off of the plane into warm weather, with no snow left on the ground. He quickly tracked down the radio frequency and apprehensively made his way to meet up with the Goblins. To his relief, it was as if he had never left at all. The day after his arrival, a buzz had begun among the family, attributed to an alleged newly forged connection between Goblins and the cartel. Alistair had heard this same buzz before, so he was cautiously optimistic. Sure enough, a meeting was held the next day. Jonhy Crazy would break the news, informing us of our new, yet familiar, objective. We would be focusing primarily on building upon this connection, earning us power and influence within the city. The Goblins went to work immediately, everyone pulling their weight. Some would cook drugs, others would group up and rob stores, and some would chop cars. Alistair would do a bit of each, feeling the need to give all of his effort following the long trip. Any free time available would be spent in meetings with other gangs, discussing logistics to ensure we respect old alliances while creating new ones. Of course, celebrations would be in order. The vacation was much needed. However, Alistair is happy to be back, and excited to continue this chapter with the Goblins.
  7. Alistair Cain: Corporal Goblin A lot of time has passed since Alistair was approached by the Goblins and offered a spot with them. Much has changed, so much that his old life seems almost nonexistent. Throughout his time with the gang, it has become all that he knows. Goblins are his family, and he respects those around him as such. At this point, Alistair had spent a considerable amount of time with the gang, and had become comfortable with criminal life, even sharing knowledge with some of the newer members and providing insight in certain gang matters. Alistair continued to work hard, recruiting and participating in gang activities. This paid off, as Alistair was promoted to Corporal Goblin. He was honored that the gang found him deserving of this rank, having spent a lot of time amassing knowledge and experience at this point. Once this happened, Alistair looked around him and noticed something: He had focused all of his efforts on the gang and neglected to make time to work for himself. Now was a great time to start, as this would benefit the gang as a whole in the long run. Alistair spent some time making money from chopping cars and robbing stores, in order to set up a source of stable income. He now balances his time carefully: The beginning of his day is spent ensuring he has income, while the rest of the day his full focus is on the gang. Alistair realized that he had placed too much weight on ranks in the early days. Now, he wants to simply focus on being a better member, and bettering the gang as a whole. As for the future, Alistair has hopes of continuing to increase his experience with Goblins, making a name for himself along the way, and most importantly, do his part to make sure the gang continues to move forward and grow.
  8. Alistair Cain The Beginning To understand Alistair Cain, you have to start from the very beginning. Alistair was born in southern Kentucky, to lower middle class parents. With a family history of mental illness, he was damned from the get-go. However, this was not the case for most of his life. You see, it seemed that he had skipped the family curse through all of his childhood. In Kentucky, Alistair made a number of childhood friends, lasting through high school. While all decent people, they all seemed to do the same exact thing upon reaching adulthood: Work a 9-5 job, drink on the weekends, and then do it all over again. Alistair followed suit, landing a job at a decent-paying call center. During this time, he quickly became disillusioned with the prospect of the same vicious cycle. While he had money in the bank and new friends, he felt unfulfilled. There was something missing. This thing was ‘respect,’ though he had not identified that yet. After months and months of this same song and dance, Alistair needed a complete change. He packed up on short notice, bringing very little money, and grabbed a plane to Los Santos in search of.… something. Welcome to the City Upon arriving in the city, Alistair set his sights on the only thing he knew: hard work. He met some people from the downtown cab company, and was soon hired. During this time, Alistair worked his way into a few promotions, was making good money, and had made a large amount of friends. Around this time, something peculiar was happening in Alistair’s mind. While everything was great on the outside, something was off on the inside. He would hear people speaking to him, turn to look, and alas, no one would be there. Ultimately, he would chalk this up to fatigue from long hours at the cab company and move on. The Breakdown As months went by, Alistair was learning something… disappointing to say the least: He had moved thousands of miles for a new start, only to find he was in the exact same spot, if not a worse one. The people around him could care less. They were not truly his friends. Furthermore, no matter how hard Alistair worked, there was no recognition, day in and out. He was a puppet. There was no respect. There’s that word again. Meanwhile, Alistair’s mental state had continued deteriorating. It seemed to be the worst when he was being challenged. The voices would tell him to do unspeakable things to people he thought he knew and cared for. He would brush these off. One night, after a particularly bad night at work due to… unruly conversations with management, Alistair was happy to drive around the city in his exemplar, pick up his salary, and maybe go do some fishing. He had stopped and gotten his salary, when he bumped into a man, an honest mistake. “Watch where you’re going, fuckface.” “What?” Alistair replied. “Do some shit like that again and I’ll put a bullet in your head.” said the man. The voices told Alistair what to do. This time, he listened. Alistair tailed the man, without his knowing. When the man stopped in a secluded area, Alistair put on a mask and pulled up beside him. “Hey, buddy, wanna buy a gun?” he asked. 10 minutes later, Alistair had the man in a field near Paleto, on his knees with a .50 in his face. “Apologize. Fucking beg.” said Alistair. He was letting the voices do all of the work. “Fuck you, pussy. You won’t shoot me.” said the man. Alistair, at this point, realized he never really wanted an apology. He needed to kill this man. And so he did. He shot him. Once he was dead, he kept shooting. He emptied the .50 into the man’s body. He then proceeded to call the police and tell them where to find the body. This was when Alistair realized. He needed respect to be fulfilled, and he wasn’t going to get it working a job and fishing. Rock Bottom Alistair would immediately go back to working, albeit it would not last long. At this time, he had begun doing some illegal things on the side for extra money: robbing and chopping cars. This would come to light after a botched robbery on an undercover police officer, and Alistair would be fired. At this point, he had hit rock bottom. His mental state had deteriorated completely. He had no job, friends, and very little money. He spent his days harassing DCC employees in his unruly state. He robbed several, and shot one. He even went into the main office and attempted to rob the head of HR, although this was botched and he did a long prison sentence. A new, very old friend One fateful night, Alistair was out looking for cars to chop, when he spotted a very old man attempting to flag him down. The man needed a ride to the DMV badly. Alistair agreed, although he had not decided yet whether he would be robbing this man. He needed money, after all. To Alistair’s surprise, that thought had quickly faded after talking to the old man. He learned that his name was Bo Vespucci, who was 86 years old and would remind you of this about every 10 minutes or so. They had come to the city for similar reasons. This would be the beginning of the first prosperous friendship Alistair would have in the city. They spent a large amount of time robbing and chopping cars. Although this would have them in prison often, things were picking up financially. Although they were still missing one thing: respect. Eventually, a conversation began between Alistair and Bo, regarding the fact that other criminals and gangs in the city still viewed them as targets or competitors. They came to a conclusion: They needed to join an organization. They agreed that they would not do this hastily, but find one that aligned with their values. They met with most of the gangs in the city. While they all seemed to be doing well, they reminded Alistair of the companies he had worked for: everyone was a cog in a giant wheel. Because of this, they chose to continue waiting rather than join a gang where they did not feel that they fit in. Another very important day, Alistair and Bo had had a great day chopping cars, and were about ready to wrap it up for the day. While chopping, a brown Kamacho pulled in behind them, and another vehicle behind it. Soon, they were looking at about 8 men, in brown clothes and goblin masks. Alistair had heard of these men through the grapevine. He had not interacted with them up to this point, however. They were very elusive and hard to track down, hence why Alistair and Bo and not met with them yet. They spoke to a recruiter and got his phone number there at the chop shop, and set a meeting for later the next day. The Resurrection Alistair and Bo would meet with a recruiter the next day at the parking garage, and follow him back to the Goblins’ HQ. They would learn that the man’s name was Jonhy Crazy, a high ranking member of the Goblins. He told them about what the gang was about, and one word kept presenting itself: respect. This was the gang. Alistair and Bo immediately agreed and became pre-prospects. The next weeks were a blur. From shootouts, robberies, and cooking, Alistair made a point to be at every gang event when in the city. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself, and did receive good feedback from the gang’s high command during this time. Most of all, he made friends, family even. Those around him became his brothers, and he felt that he was accepted. Present and Future Alistair worked hard, and continues to work hard, risking it all for the gang at every opportunity he gets. He has worked his way from pre-prospect to Soldier Goblin, and has been made a recruiter within the gang. This, to him, is his greatest accomplishment. He takes pride in knowing he has a hand in growing this family, as that is exactly what it is. He looks forward to the future, hoping for further rank-ups and more chances to help the gang excel, becoming a force to be reckoned with within the city. Most importantly, he feels respected, from both those who rank below him, and those who outrank him. And the voices… they’re there, but even they seem to be showing some respect. Nonetheless, he listens to them when he chooses.
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