Random Tales about Garry's Mod RP - Garry's Mod

[quote]"[U][B]AK-47s for Everyone!"[/B][/U] [U][B](Why I got banned from FearlessRP!) [/B][/U][t]http://cloud-4.steampowered.com/ugc/470862413668916467/5F403CF436D2E6118825065048E426DE2DBBD737/[/t] Having built a Hobo Tower on Fearless which has gained a lot of controversy, and getting me two bans, I was on my last ropes on Fearless regarding things that could and could not be done, and gone over the usual amount of bans by three. My first decision was to span my hobo tower with admin approval, and turning it into an hobo refuge, in which any type of homeless person could have a home and get shitfaced with other homeless peeps. Everything was going pretty good by the time we had about twenty hobos in the tower and some other smaller tents and towers nearby. Everything had been going fine for awhile, and after about ten minutes of pure Valhalla-Tier shitfacery, we had a few people go and say, "You know what... lets play some addict RP!" and roleplayed being alcoholics or being addicted to THC wax, and needing to grow it in the hobo refuge with a shaky medical and growing license that could be pulled at any time by the currently standing dictatorship. Well the Police came along and saw that one of our guys was growing three "medical" marijuana plants, and called over radio to the dictator to pull these licenses, and once they got confirmation, they came guns-a-blazing and ended up shooting that hobo as well as another member of the house. In shock, every hobo in the house responded by spawning multiple boot and glass bottle props, and began pelting the Police Officers with them. Doing about fifteen damage each hit. After killing one officer with boots and glass bottles, the other ran back to the Police Department in a bit of shock, as we had just stoned to death his colleague with boots and bottles. Many of the hobos began taking to the /adverts and /911 demanding that the government reimburse the hobo that were killed and hurts, as well as give every hobo a medical marijuana license(all addicted to dem weed needles). The dictators booted the finger, and told us to get fucked. "Welp, this can only end one way Mr. Dick!" a good sum of us began shouting over OOC and advert, in response to this the dictator became paranoid, and sent a group of his finest SS(SRU), to take out every hobo and burn down the hobo tower to the ground. I wasn't going to have any of this, and ordered every hobo to the 3rd and 2nd Floors, and arm themselves with crowbars and boots. As the SS and Police came to our hobo tower, they attempted to start climbing the ladders to the 2nd Floor, and received a pelting of roughly twenty boots every second. It was an instant kill for each round of boots thrown. Realizing the odds of taking the tower was against them, the SS and Police returned back to the base with many hobos going to the balcony of the tower, constantly throwing boots at their retreating asses shouting many phrases about how the dictator could really use his bitches back! This process of them returning, demanding we surrender, and then attempting a raid went on for another three to four times before the dictator finally realized that their was no way of beating the hobo tower. When we realized that the police were not returning we decided to make our demands of how we wanted medical marijuana licenses, a fish for every hobo on the server, and wanted reservation rights for the area of which the hobo tower was, as well as a speech made by the dictator... Apologizing for having corrupt police, who were assholes... Well the dictator was not going to have any of this, and told us to go fuck ourselves once again. The current standing situation appeared to only be getting worse and worse, as many hobos were getting angsty and wanted to take revenge directly for the harm done to their fellow drug addicts and friends. It was at this point in time that a gun dealer from across the street came to our house, and told us about how the government had sent raiders to burn down his shop for selling firearms, and he'd like to give us a hand regarding our current situation. He gave me coordinates to the Evocity Forest, and told me a package would be waiting for me in the van. With the message delivered, I quickly got my drug-dealing guitarist buddy Pilot to pick me up in his Tides truck, and we went to the Evocity Forest, and picked up the package... The package being roughly twenty AK-47s, and forty boxes of ammo. We were absolutely stunned, but we had no time to chit-chat about our amazement as the government had started another raid against the hobo tower while I was gone. We quickly tossed the package in the back of our truck, and drove back to the tower and witnessed the glorious battle unfolding. From the top of the tower we had hobos armed with molotov cocktails, who had thrown the cocktails at the Police, setting them ablaze and making them dance in the flames. Towards the entrance of the tower, we could see that any government employee attempting to enter the tower was having a box of boots poured on them like burning sand, causing immediate death for several officers... The battle was fierce and quick, with several government employees only managing to return with around five to ten health points. Even though it was clear that the government was in no way capable of winning against us, we had to do something to show that we had more than simply a few boots, crowbars, and molotovs. With the battle over, my buddy Pilot drove his truck slowly up to the front of the hobo tower, and I began spawning AK-47's and boxes of ammo in the back, handing them out to every Hobo in the tower. It was a sight to behold, but I knew that if we raided the Nexus, we'd all be banned. Instead my buddy Pilot and I rallied the hobos to take to main intersection of the city, blockade it with props so that no one could get into the city for gas, and begin to fire our AK-47's into the sky while chanting, "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE OF CZECHNYA, LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION, AND AK-47'S FOR EVERYONE!" their was not a moment in the city that the clacking of a Avtomat Kalashnikov 1947 could not be heard from all around the city. The sound was so deafening that from the top of his tower in the Nexus, the dictator realized that his time was almost over, and that no matter what forces he could send, it was over. We made our demands once again, and they were met! It was too late though... While us hobos had managed to scare the Police and SRU into watching us, the Nexus was raided by a group of Corleones who intended to use our rally to secure an easy raiding path to the mayor. Even though the mayor and his two loyal security guards held out, the hobo revolutionaries were accused of randomly raiding the government, and the leaders, including myself, had to be banned from Fearless... And that is the story of how I was banned from FL[/quote] I am not sure what kind of stories people would like to see, but I have hundreds if not thousands of stories from Fearless and other RP communities. Ranging from simple contrabusts to dramatic epics involving several clans fighting over simple things like strips clubs and casinos.

We should also maybe have people post their own stories in this thread.

[QUOTE=Vyrex;45134866]We should also maybe have people post their own stories in this thread.[/QUOTE] Seriously, if anyone has a story about Garry's Mod RP or otherwise that they can turn into a really lengthy tale, or just make something fun out of something that could be as small as a fun contra raid, do it.

Holy shit [i][b]he actually did the thread and I'm so happy right now[/b][/i]. I'm waiting on your stories, Mister Veteran.

[url=http://steamcommunity.com/id/JoeSkylynx/screenshots/?appid=4000&sort=newestfirst&browsefilter=myfiles&view=grid]Please feel free to go into my Garry's Mod screenshots, and pick a few and ask for the stories regarding them.[/url]

[url]http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=198023917[/url]

Might as well ask while I'm here. Any plans on finishing or even continuing DoomForts? Edit: To stay on topic, might as well add to the "Request a story" thread. I wanna know the story behind this: [url]http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=83651590[/url]

If you don't mind, lets turn this into an rp stories thread. If you do mind then I will move this to a separate thread. Here is an experimental thing. I have a story of a character from a serious rp server. He had a lot of interesting events happening to him. I will write the story. Below is a piece of it, mostly the introduction to the world. If at least one person reads it and says it's worth to continue - I will. [quote] 2020 was a rough year. The capitalistic system has yet again and finally proven itself not working, but no alternative was found. The fund markets crashed thrice in a decade, but the only ones loosing resouces were common people. The speculants, buying and selling non-existent value, thrived. The governments couldn't stop it. Never before the trust people put in their governments was so scarce. It seemed as if most countries' governments were foreign occupants: they were in a constant cold war with their own population. Civil unrest moved the world to the flashpoint. And it began. State Utah became the home of the Civil Insurgency of US. This was a full scale civil war with plans for a greater revolution then the French Borgoise Revolution. Most developed countries had a similar turn of events. It was time for the US egoism, the Chinese oppression and the Russian despotism to step down. However the old regimes were not ready to give up. The US dispatched National Guard to take care of the unrest. But the civil war took too much time. Nobody knows what happened then, but one day the HQ of NG stopped responding. Nuclear explosions were reported in nearly every big city of US. Elecrticity and water supply went down. It's unclear if only the US turned into a desolated wasteland or the whole world did. Neither it is important. This is how the new world was born. Few years later a stranger was wandering in Utah. He had a strange name, Octongo Hlaime. It was a man of great determination, smart and quick tongue and, most important, great ambitions. He was thirty two when the world went to shit. All the goals he ever had were replaced with simple survival. However, life carried on. With a drastic decrease of population access to food and water became easier. People formed settlements, mostly temporary ones. Everyone prefered to stay out of ghost towns that were burning with no firefighters to save them. There was only one problem - the conflict. It was the war of ghosts, National Guard against the Civil Insurgency. It was no longer the goverment against it's people. Actually, nobody fucking knew what it was about at that point. The problems of yesterday were no longer important, everybody understood it. But what was important - power. Both groups, greatly organised, at least in past, and armed to teeth, became the two great powers of Utah, competing for domination. Like France and England, like USA and Russia, like two stupid angry kids fighting for a toy they could play together. It was a cycle of hate. National Guard, NG in short, killed more then twenty thousand people in the war. How many soldiers were killed in action remains classified, or is most luckily unknown. It's hard to forget so many deaths, for both sides. Even harder to stop exploiting the power of weaponry in a lost world. Howerer killing eachother was counter productive too: NG no longer had recruits to fill it's ranks and CI no longer had the wide support of population. Basically NG and CI started playing politics, trying to win the common folk to their side. Cold war. Almost never ending cease-fire, shootouts now and then, competition for technologies. The conflict defined all the life in the new world. Which side you were on is what mattered. Octongo was in denial. He prefered to steer away from the war, but steered towards CI. They looked like the ones who want good for the people. It didn't go deeper then that. The times of political programms and philosophical ideas were left behind. It became simple:"we give food", "we give guns" or "we kick your ass if you don't fucking join us". You choose the most appealing thing, but it doesn't matter anyway. He was walking towards a town. "Town". Ten houses - tiny boxes of wood and steel sheets, mashed together one on another, creating a bizzare 3 storey construction - two watch towers and a wall mashed together. The town even had a name, but nobody knew it. Who needs a name for the only town in the area. It has to be noted that it's not like the town was just in the middle of nowhere for no reason. It was the heart of a local "area". To the east of it was a big lake with a river filling it. Water is life. To the south was a ruined small town - the never ending source of construction material and danger. To the north and west were caves and hills. The town was right in the crossing of all important places in the local area, an ideal place to settle down. Octongo didn't see a soul for a week, so having a rest in town was a must-do. He had plenty of stuff on him: the leather backpack was dragging him to the ground. An old radio, plenty of water, some canned meat. Necesary survival tools: knife, multitool, a rope. A loaded handgun in the rear pocket. Pretty heavy stuff, especially after climbing destroyed buildings and cliffs, sleeping in caves and eating two hundred grams of rice a day. You can guess, no shit, Octongo wasn't too attentive when walking thought five hundred meters of flat plain towards the Town. A mistake. He managed to turn his head right to just see something small and black jump before the world turned into a carousel of flashing colors. Next moment his face was facing the sand. He managed to get his head up. He saw a wooden stick, piercing the sand. "Like excalibur or some shit",- thought Octongo uncrealy. The round wooden plank was piercing the sand. Then it hovered up on the air, landed a meter further from Octongo's face. Completely sure he lost his mind, Octongo knocked out. [/quote]

[t]http://cloud-3.steampowered.com/ugc/540642470600195766/5418D96F5567E7204BBB2915AE4D8A7EE477345D/[/t] do any of you ever remember seeing this helicopter around before? I made it shortly after I started playing gmod out of wire gates and stuff, and named it the ROFLcopter. One day I sold it to someone else on a BuildRP server for 10000 bucks After a month I started seeing it used by a lot of people on the server, to the point where there could be as many as 10 of them at a time. The lag caused by people not parenting it was so bad that eventually the community (Sn1pe BuildRP, now dead) banned its use. Later I started seeing it in other servers too, Even EGI (the original Build to Kill, also defunct now), and by the end of the year it had almost become ubiquitous. Hell, to this fucking day I still see some people spawning it in, even after the gmod 13 update.

[QUOTE=Viewer;45135402]Might as well ask while I'm here. Any plans on finishing or even continuing DoomForts? Edit: To stay on topic, might as well add to the "Request a story" thread. I wanna know the story behind this: [url]http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=83651590[/url][/QUOTE] I stopped writing DoomForts namely because I thought people didn't like the whole topic of video game novels, as well as the fact that some topics would probably have people scratching their heads and saying, "Dude. It's a fucking game" [quote][B]The LARD Clan [/B][t]http://cloud-3.steampowered.com/ugc/938123552396765678/3D31A5E16530E78B7E262413D4BF83D6696D0522/[/t] With main backlashes of the FL Fish Market finally over, many users found themselves without any type of work. The fish market was dead, the PMC businesses were ending, and any sort of Anti-Contra Mercenary work was becoming less favorable by the day in 2012. As time went on, I had found myself ever increasingly going onto the Fearless forums, complaining about the lack of economies, lack of proper police armaments, and just... Well everything. It never occurred to me how bad FL was getting until the realization came that the aftermath of the Second Great War, also known as the FUMUKU-SAA war had left great divides within the community between who supported FUMUKU and who supported the SAA. The latter of which had the benefit of the fact [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1shPiOnoCd7jJC9lLuNQ1m6IxmeNCl2XcIw4NZdR-AaA/edit?usp=sharing]that almost 95% of the admin team was apart of their group, and it was rumored they used their powers to promote their group as well as promote an anti-FUMUKU International type deal.[/url] The war may of ended with en'masse suspensions, but the war was far from over in the terms of how the admin team was hunting down every last member of the FUMUKU side of the war, be it the players were from Janova, SlyFoxes, Kumonryu, or FUMUKU... It was a complete manhunt. It was here that I found myself on my last days before my permanent ban for the story described in [I][B]"AK-47s for Everyone!"[/B][/I] doing what I did best... Dealing with Mingebag Undergrounds. For the most part, most players on Fearless are unaware of what exactly a Mingebag Underground is. Hell I'd go as far as to say that most Garry's Modders do not have a clue on what exactly a Mingebag Underground is and does. My time with Tiger Force and FUMUKU International's Narcotic Division, was a pretty big eye opener in terms of how dark Garry's Mod gets. Any sort of Mingebag Underground has one sole purpose: Helping Mingebags. It does not really matter what these mingebags are doing, or why they are doing it. The entire purpose of the MU is to help them in doing it, no questions asked. The LARD clan was a part of the notorious Hawk Ring, that had been involved in aiding double accounters on Fearless by getting them shipments of guns, ammo, food, money... Just whatever the double accounters needed to get their second chance going on FL. While I was in Tiger Force, I usually remained in good terms with the Hawk Ring, as they provided Anti-Contra and Anti-SAA guerillas that I financed with weapons, usually delivering shipments of guns and ammo in small camouflaged and sniper guarded boxes for roughly $25,000 IG cash. The day I took this picture though was an entirely different story. The Hawk Ring had been threatening a good majority of the clans on Fearless with exposing their activities, namely anything related to their MU Operations. This wasn't only bad for several clans on Fearless, it was bad all around for groups of guerillas that I had been financing for the last few months to attack contra bases. The Hawk Ring was coming close to releasing the names of all of the guerilla agents that I had been financing, as well as proof that they had been falsifying evidence to raid and attack Passive RP zones. The latter of which was a 99.9% guaranteed way of getting a ban for a few months. No way in hell was I going to allow this to occur, so it was from this that I needed to attack a member group of the Hawk Ring, known as LARD. LARD was an acronym for their leaders, but I can't really remember them off the top of my mind, so forgive me. For the most part, LARD was a more foolish group in my eyes... They broke rules, they fucked around way to much, and were very messy with their operations. They were perfect for what I needed to do. It was from this that I got into contact with my buddy Blackdog who runs FUMUKU International, and talked to him about how we had evidence of LARD going about contrafarming and transporting firearms to the Corleones. This all had evidence backing at the time, and as such we put on our job tags to provide we were about to conduct a F.I.N.D operation. With roughly five guys, two hummers and one tides truck, we drove over to the LARD household, and got ready to raid. While we were waiting, we contacted the government and got them to send out two SRU and some Police Officers who would help us conduct the raid. All of the SRU were part of the SAA or FUMUKU, and when we described the depth of the situation, and how it was imperative that we capture, kill, and find evidence of LARD's MU Activities so that we could forward it to Mahti to get them banned, everyone put aside their differences and got ready for the raid. When we knew their defenses were at their weakest, we slammed through the garage door of the Radio Station on Evocity, and began sweeping into the building, capturing three members of LARD who were unaware we were even raiding. After tieing them up, we went about taking photographic evidence of any rule breaking, contraband, and otherwise and began to forward it to Mahti of the FL Admin Team. When Mahti came into the fray, we began to tell him that these men were apart of the Hawk Ring, and handed him off names of every other Hawk Ring member/clan. Within the next three days, every Hawk Ring group had been dealt with... Be it through false bans or good bans. The image that was used to request this story is an image of what allowed us to bust the LARD clan, and get the rest of the Hawk Ring destroyed... Possibly preventing one of the largest Mingebag Underground related scandals in Fearless history.[/quote] [QUOTE=wizardshack;45135365][URL]http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=198023917[/URL][/QUOTE] [quote][B]The Serial Killers of Modified [/B][t]http://cloud-4.steampowered.com/ugc/703981400455869903/70A511B5A0EDDC26D8DEF76A1DFD7D9C5087BB60/[/t] As I made distance between myself and Fearless, I found myself quiet frequently on a new server known as Modified DarkRP. It was here that I discovered the Garry's Mod roleplay community was starting to change for the better... Police here were properly armed, rules were less strict, and players were just all around less caring here in comparison to Fearless. This isn't to say that Modified was without her own type of darkness though... You cannot have ying, without yang. After getting settled down in Modified, I started running a radio talk show where I would tell stories, talk about rules, and give suggestions on how to give the server a true economy. It was from this that I came into contact with a circle of admins who at the current time were dealing with a serial killer group, that went around Modify, loopholing the rules, and killing players simply for the "fun of it". This group was never given a name outside of the "Modified Serial Killers" but they were a very notorious group for their crimes. Ranging from simply killing one or two players, to outright capturing entire Police force, and summarily executing them. Even though I was aware of this group, it was considered very taboo'ish to discuss it on our radio show, but one day while I had some guest which were Ex-Tiger Force members from FearlessRP, we had an admin come to us and ask us to get off the air for a few seconds, and from here he began to discuss with us the problem going on in the community. Our discussion had went on for about roughly five minutes, much to the dismay of radio listeners who couldn't hear us, but the discus

This was back in the original PERP a few years ago with either Pulsar Effect or Voltage Gaming. I'm no good storyteller but here's the best I can do: [QUOTE]There was a newly elected mayor to evocity that night - his name was Ekim. Remember how the mayor on PERP could determine taxes (anywhere from like 0-50%)? Ekim made the taxes 50%, obviously causing protests and some civil unrest. With taxes at 50%, people rushed to get the high payed government jobs (the mayor mainly needed SWAT and police). Ekim became a literal dictator, barricaded deep in the nexus through countless mazes of SWAT officers, police, red tape fences. The streets outside were foggy and bare. You couldn't even step foot inside the nexus without being bombarded with questions and weapon searches you never consented to. There were even multiple shootings in the lobby of the nexus as civilians tried attack the mayor. I was allowed in though due to me being good friends with one of the police officers who's name was Chris. Chris walked me past the cramped maze of barricades as SWAT officers stared at me from atop the fences. He walked me to the basement elevator and pressed the button. As the door opened, we were greeted with yet another officer in charge of ensuring only authorized personnel were using the elevator. Since I was with Chris, I was allowed in. The elevator stopped and the door opened, and we walked out. I then realized that this is where the prison is, "so why would they mayor be down here?" I thought. The more we walked, the more police we saw. Chris and I made our way to the security room in the prison. It was hard enough to come this far, but even harder to get inside the damn security room as [I]everyone[/I] wanted a chance to speak to, or even [I]see [/I]the mayor. Hard enough as it was to get in, we were granted access to the security room, and in we went. Stepping inside, I saw 2 SWAT officers and a few civvies who were probably friends of the mayor. At this point there was probably about 6 or 7 people in the room and we just talked for a while. It was probably less than 20 minutes later when we heard gunshots, followed by screams and moans. The guns we heard weren't glocks, these were AK47's. I have no idea how a civilian could have made it this far past the barricade. Then I heard more shooting, and more shooting, getting closer each time. The sounds of the SWAT's MP5's and the AK47's were extremely close and everyone in the security room was panicking. The shooting raged on for a good 3 minutes straight. Then suddenly - silence. Complete and udder silence. No moans, no screams, nothing. The mayor was now behind the 2 SWAT officers who had their weapons drawn and pointed at the door. We heard footsteps outside the door. We knew there was definitely more than 1 person outside now. "Were we the only ones left in the basement of the nexus? Who even are these people? Plus, oh shit we forgot to lock the door." we thought. One of the men outside knocks on the door 3 times. When he gets no response, he opens the door. The door opened, in poured 4 men in suits armed with AK47's. The 2 SWAT officers die almost immediately. At this point me and the other civvies were lined up against the wall staring at the armed militants who cornerd the mayor. 2 of the militants took position on opposite ends of the room (one by the door). One stood in front of me and the other civilians, and the other undrew his weapon and went toward the mayor. I could tell they were talking because of that thing above their heads but I didn't see any text which meant they were whispering. Literally no less than a minute went by when the unarmed militant simply walks out of the door with the mayor. As the "unarmed" militant walks out, I noticed he drew a deagle. They close the door behind them and was silent again. It was a pretty weird experience being lined up against a wall while 3 men stare us down with AK47's. Then we heard a gunshot from outside. Most likely the mayor being executed. Seconds after the gunshot, the 3 men spray us with bullets. We all die and the militant group leaves. I don't really recall what happened after that. [/QUOTE] Again, I'm not good with telling stories, but that's the story of the life and death of a PERP dictator.

Christ man, that sounds like a horror story. I have never personally been lined up against a wall, but I have defiantly executed quiet a few civis in my day, namely people involved in MU's. Silence, though... Is something I am well acquainted with. It's hard to make this not sound dramatic, but something about the utter-silence after a gun battle with a group of players feels weird. You have like five seconds of clarity where no one is issuing orders, calling out enemies, or doing anything... You all are just there silently looking at the kills you have made, either thinking of what to do next, or contemplating what you have done. The next minute is also pretty weird, if you know you were doing something that ran the gray line, you begin to question yourself in your mind, and have to wonder if the people you are fighting with are thinking the same things to themselves.

How to take over an entire server as the mafia: [QUOTE] I was playing on an rp server called trident gaming a very very long time ago. I had become bored with my citizen job and decided to join the mafia because why the hell not. This particular branch of the mafia were currently locked in a war with the mobsters (don't ask me why the mafia and the mob were seperate jobs, developer laziness i guess). After several shootouts where neither side came out ahead we finally got our break in the form of a cop that was willing to take bribes for us. After starting another shootout at the mob base we quickly retreated across the street and into an alleyway. They foolishly decided to chase us to end the war once and for all and as they came storming around the corner of the alleyway with their galil rifles drawn they just walked right into our little cop friend and his arrest stick. We gunned down the last two of them that wised up and tried to run. After properly celebrating our victory we decided to take things one step further and the boss paid our cop friend $100,000 to perform the ultimate betrayal: turn on his friends and get us into the police station. He unlocked the doors for us and the surprised police officers inside were no match for our blitzkrieg raid. Once we owned the PD we celebrated by tormenting the arrested mobsters in the prison, executing the corrupt cop (because one of the boys thought he was one of the other cops coming back), using paint tool to trash the place and jamming all the doors open with small props so the PD couldn't be secured again. Then sadly our revelry was interrupted by an admin joining and banning us all for mass abuse :v: Moral of the story: NEVER trust the mafia Bonus moral of the story: admins hate it when people have fun on their servers and so ends my morbid tale of debauchery. [/QUOTE]

Part 1 of 2 Should I continue the story? Its really long, and I dunno if anyone want's to see the rest.`^`

[QUOTE=Aircraft;45140031]Part 1 of 2 Should I continue the story? Its really long, and I dunno if anyone want's to see the rest.`^`[/QUOTE] No one is judging man. Keep posting. I like where this story is going personally!

While you guys are coming up with dystopian novels, I'm taking the high road, baby. Back on ExiledServers, I was driving my hummer along the rooftops of all the buildings in the city and eventually made my way to the top of Nexus. (the biggest building in the map) I accidentally fell off and landed directly onto the mayor. I also exploded. THE END

[QUOTE=wauterboi;45140682]While you guys are coming up with dystopian novels, I'm taking the high road, baby. Back on ExiledServers, I was driving my hummer along the rooftops of all the buildings in the city and eventually made my way to the top of Nexus. (the biggest building in the map) I accidentally fell off and landed directly onto the mayor. I also exploded. THE END[/QUOTE] that's what he gets for forgetting his umbrella

Have I ever told you guys how much I love the hitman job? [QUOTE]On a DarkRP server, which is probably dead by now, there was a Mayor who had an on-going dictatorship. I was a Hitman at the time, by the name David Anderson (a name I use in all RP servers, just because), and I had an organization going on where I had a partner and a boss. The boss gave us a couple jobs each, we'd do 'em, he'd give us 25% of the value of the hit. Eventually we had enough cash flowing in to buy a base, secure it, and get some money printers. Eventually, we got ONE job. [i]The[/i] job. This changed my hitman days completely. We were ordered to assassinate the Mayor. I rush in through a dark alley to flank them while my partner distracted them from the front. I shot them both and went inside the Mayor's building. The lobby was the hardest part. Keep in mind this lobby was huge and completely empty, with only the reception desk which means we had hardly any place to cover ourselves and the police coming from the elevator had the desk. Eventually we solved the problem by throwing a flashbang, killing them (not without taking a couple bullets to the legs from the random fire), and making a run for it towards the elevator. Top floor, here we come. We arrive, the elevator doors open. [i]"Shit, the doors are loud as fuck. They probably heard us."[/i] was all I could say before we were stormed from all the doors in the floor. Well, no point in using a silenced pistol now. M4 here I come. I shoot them all from behind a wall were it began an L- section into a corridor, but my friend tried to make a run to a clear room to hide behind the door. Worst idea. I look to the side, only to see my partner falling to the ground, bleeding. He wasn't gonna make it. I didn't want to give up on him, but I was in too deep and had too much on my hands to aid him. He understood. After clearing the room, I storm the Mayor's office, and there he was. [i]"Mr.Anderson! I see you made it through our lobby. [b]Impressive.[/b] In fact, I think you would be a valuable asset. Say, how much do you earn for each job? 50% of the hit?" "25%, sir."[/i] I said as I pointed the gun at his head from the front. The mayor was still clearly relaxed however. [i]"Say, how would you like to earn full value [b]and THEN some?[/b]"[/i] The offer was rather pleasant. I'd imagine that has the mayor he would have access to some deep, deep pockets and would be able to pay me a much higher value than our current boss could even at 100% value. I hesitated a bit before accepting, but I did, already having a plan forming in my mind. [i]"I'll take it, sir." "Good. Say, didn't you have a friend?" "He's..dead, sir." "Good. And your boss has to be too. There can be [b]no[/b] loose ends. Would be a major scandal knowing the Mayor uses a criminal hitman to do his jobs, eh?" "Yes, sir, I'll take care of my boss."[/i] I stormed out of the office, silenced pistol in hand. Knowing the keypad code to the base, all of this was too easy. I reached my soon-to-be ex-boss's office and there he was sitting. He stood up. He asked me where my partner was, to which I answered he was dead. [i]"What a shame. Oh well."[/i] He turned around, just what I wanted. I aimed the silenced pistol at the back of his head. [i]"It's over."[/i] I shot my gun. All I could hear was a [i]"What the fu-!"[/i] through voice chat before his body hit the ground. I calmly walked back to the mayor's office, without a care in the world. I faked being loyal for long enough that the mayor allowed me to come to his office without even asking. I also got some jobs which rendered me around 1000$ each, which was boatloads compared to the usual 150$. This was probably going to be helpful later, but not now. I came into the office. We spoke about how the boss thing went a couple hours and hits from him later, because I didn't have the time to do it yet because he had a lot of rivals he wanted me to get rid of. I reached the window, faking some sort of gaze at the view from the top floor. He turned around, I shot him in the head and I become the mayor. His dead body on top of the desk, I form new rules. I abolish the dictatorship. People are happy, they love the new mayor! Little did they know, their current mayor was a full on criminal who practically obliterated whatever police force there was (just 4-6 guys, about 2-3 on each floor) and his previous hit boss. They didn't even know I killed the mayor, all they saw as a different mayor. And that's how I became the mayor of Evocity.[/QUOTE] I just love it. There's another one where I become the mayor's bodyguard and get banned for NLR for the dumbest reason. If you want me to tell it, that is.

[QUOTE=wauterboi;45140682]While you guys are coming up with dystopian novels, I'm taking the high road, baby. Back on ExiledServers, I was driving my hummer along the rooftops of all the buildings in the city and eventually made my way to the top of Nexus. (the biggest building in the map) I accidentally fell off and landed directly onto the mayor. I also exploded. THE END[/QUOTE] This game can be played by two. This one time I was just setting up a office for myself (I was a Medic), when two Barneys (= thieves because, y'know, thief model is usually Barney?) barged in and asked for heals. I just ICly calmly healed one of them while other was at door shooting someone with silenced pistol and getting shot in a couple of seconds. The thief thanked me and ignored my remark on the fact that he didn't pay at all, and last thing I saw was he getting fucked up by bullets only in a second after leaving the building. I never figured out who killed them. THE END

Guys shit if you are gonna write long pieces of text format it properly, it's completely unreadable without proper paragraphing and shit

[QUOTE=Viewer;45141767]Have I ever told you guys how much I love the hitman job? I just love it. There's another one where I become the mayor's bodyguard and get banned for NLR for the dumbest reason. If you want me to tell it, that is.[/QUOTE] That was fun, tell me the other one.

[QUOTE=EvacX;45143216]Guys shit if you are gonna write long pieces of text format it properly, it's completely unreadable without proper paragraphing and shit[/QUOTE] No, glorious wall of text masterrace. :v: [QUOTE=MuffinZerg;45143830]That was fun, tell me the other one.[/QUOTE] Request answering galore: [QUOTE]Again named David Anderson, I went hitman. I did a couple of jobs for a guy until we striked a deal. I provided him free hits, and he provided me guns & ammo + the top penthouse of rp_downtown from where I had a good view and position for hits. Sometime later, he becomes mayor and after a while of having me as bodyguard decides he doesn't need me anymore. He sells the doors and no longers provides me ammo & guns. Because I was doing the hits for free in exchange for that, I didn't get any money left over to provide for myself. Planning revenge, I assemble a warehouse and after a couple of hits I have enough money to fill it with guns and ammo. I buy the top penthouse and get in position. During his campaign on the streets, he was on a very, very slowly moving mobile. I pull out my sniper, aim, hold my breath and pull the trigger. The mayor is shot. The police were very well aware I was one of his biggest enemies. They attempted to raid my warehouse, only to not find me there. They did find my guns, and in an attempt to seize them fell into my trap. I detonated the explosives in the warehouse. [b]Boom[/b], there goes the [b][i]entire[/i][/b] SWAT team. All there's left now is the normal police squads, quite a few to say the least. But the mayor (now with a different name) knows how to play his dirty tricks and use his deep pockets. He sent the police squads to raid the penthouse I resided in, and hired a couple of gangsters and mafia families to assist. Not expecting this, I see myself surrounded by about 15 to 25 people with guns aimed at my face. Without even a chance to retaliate, I was shot. Little did the mayor know he hired two rival mafia families for one job, so after I was dead, the rivalry was a priority again. A massive firefight was had in the penthouse whilst I respawned in the middle of rp_downtown. Because the penthouse is about 5 meters away from the spawn I was kicked for reason: [i]"Banned for 1 months. Reason: Disobeying NLR."[/i][/QUOTE] Have I mentioned how much I love being Hitman before? :suicide: Edit: If anyone wants me to continue, I have a story about me being the mafia for the first time :v:

Part 2 of 2 [editline]18th June 2014[/editline] nvm fixed

Holy fuck I've never been in a fight that intense

I'd say Joe should make his ideal RP server a real thing. He seems to know what he wants from RP, so it'll be perfect.

[QUOTE=NightmareX91;45148164]I'd say Joe should make his ideal RP server a real thing. He seems to know what he wants from RP, so it'll be perfect.[/QUOTE] Honestly, I am not so sure about what kind of RP server I want. The general basis of economics, players control economics, and otherwise is there always, but things like the basis of combat and how the gamemode plays out changes quiet frequently.

[QUOTE=JoeSkylynx;45148413]Honestly, I am not so sure about what kind of RP server I want. The general basis of economics, players control economics, and otherwise is there always, but things like the basis of combat and how the gamemode plays out changes quiet frequently.[/QUOTE] Then change it too. Why would you be stuck with the past? In the real world, the world changes and you adapt with it. True roleplay would have you adapt. Economical crisis, etc.

The Ukraine Mob [quote]Me and a few guys decided that we wanted to start a mafia on some DarkRP server. And we also decided for whatever reason that we would all use Ukrainian accents (although they were probably closer to Russian but whatever). So we got several black SCars, like big hulking SUV's and drove them around extorting people with Ukrainian accents. I remember we broke in somewhere and found someone's printers. On this server, it did not show the name of the owner, but we somehow figured out who they belonged to, and what car they drove. We followed his car to the gas station and, in the middle of the street, put his printers in front of him and lit them on fire. Then my buddy who was the actual leader of this whole thing just goes, in like the most badass accent you can imagine, "You want to print in this city, you give us 50%. Next time you leave us out, this printer is your head." Meanwhile the 2 or 3 cops just sort of watch from a distance as the rest of the mob just stands guard with AK's and G3's. Eventually, the entire server of around 20 - 30 people complied with our demands. The police were unwilling to do anything and we did not attack the police, it was just sort of a mutual avoidance. We went to the gun dealer at the time and in exchange for not extorting him out of his profits, we had him provide us with everyone who buys a gun from him. So now, we knew where the weapons were at, and if you follow the weapons you find the insurgents. And then, of course, murder them. And steal their weapons. It got to the point where people would try to sneak their way into our ranks, but we were prepared. We had a code. Whenever we would greet another member, we would say, "Hello. How's going?". And the response was "The sun is up, so I guess I'm alive." If they said anything except that, we would just kill them on the spot. It was probably the only time that I can remember where starting a mafia did not result in either utter failure or a mass banning. We sort of just did that for a while and then as the server depopulated for the night it just fizzled, never to start up again.[/quote]

I got two tales. The Tale of Harry the Headcrab Or the Tale of General Higgins and his pet Mr. Snuggles Which one would you like me to tell? (Warning: General Higgins is an extremely large one.)

[QUOTE=TornadoAP;45148797]I got two tales. The Tale of Harry the Headcrab Or the Tale of General Higgins and his pet Mr. Snuggles Which one would you like me to tell? (Warning: General Higgins is an extremely large one.)[/QUOTE] General Higgins and his pet Mr. Snuggles! Also, should I rewrite my old school story, "The Honest Merchant" or tell the tale of the Hobo Resistance Union?