I would definitely hop on this train. I have real life fire experience but no telling as to whether it would useful or not. I guess it would just depend on how in depth they allow this position to go. I was heading for a position with the police department but if they allow the fire department to have a fair amount of rp I would love to do the job. I don't know about constantly getting called out though, the ambo at my station is never there because they're always on calls. I couldn't fathom always having to bust my a$& all dagum day. I don't think we will have much to worry about as far as not receiving be fair amount of calls. There will be enough cars fires for us to puke probably lol. I just want to know if I were to be in fire would there be shifts? Maybe just keep it simple, A and B shift only. 24 hours on 24 hours off. I'm excited for the game I just hope it's as detailed as I imagine but I also don't know what it takes to make a computer game

*Henry leans up against the wall and finishes his cigarette. He puts his hands in his pockets and waits.* "Did school always take this fuckin long man? I mean I was never there but still. Takes to long."

*Henry thinks back to his school days. Just like yesterday, it feels like he's hearing his childhood be explained to him.* "We got this then. Star Wars is my jam and nobody messes with that."

*Hanshi spits out his cigar and starts to chew some Copenhagen mint chew. They begin to walk towards the east side* "The kids name is Jackson, very geeky. Not a bad thing, definitely not a bad thing. Hes 11, and hes in 5th grade. Little kids man, the bullies start young! His bullies from what his dad say constantly nag on him for his love of star wars. I'm not sure what these kids are like, supposedly they follow him home everyday"

*Henry walks in as Hanshi finishes his sentence.* "Power ist nichts ohne Respekt alter Freund. Ein glücklicher Soldat ist ein treuer Soldat." *Henry takes on his switchblade and starts playing around with it.* "So what's been going on around here? Seems like that kid was a little scared to say the least."

When I went to jail, I felt even more pissed. I had no remorse for the man I killed. He made me do it, he was going to kill me. It was either life or death, and I chose life. But anyways, once in jail I was put with all of the loonies. These kids were mental. Not screaming padded walls mental, like sit their and watch tv static all day mental. My early days in jail were silent, I spent most of my time in my cell reading books. I was the only civil one in their! I never fought in jail. Everyday me and the crazies would go out on the basketball courts. On the other side of the courts was all of the gang members, crips, bloods, latin kings, skinhead and the rest you can think of. I would go and talk to them all of the time. Sometimes just sit their and watch them play ball and walk around. it was usually the Mexican gang members who would come and talk to me. They would tell me that I should stay in school, do my work and respect my mother. The other gangs like the bloods would come over and harass me. Crips wouldn't even come near me, they stood on the other side of the court. The rage I felt when the bloods came over was un-thoughtful. I heard the stories of the Mexican guys. How their brothers died in their arms and were stabbed 17 times. Without the tattoos their dangerous men, they earned those. I feel like jail changed me, for a good and better way. Bad way in my hate towards minorities has changed to worse to, a little worse. Good in how those Mexican gang members, what they told me I listened.

I eventually went to prison for 3 years for past mistakes that won't be made again. I was locked in there with 400 other people that were either crazier than me or tougher than me. I joined up with The Aryan Brotherhood for a while and when I knew they were a bunch of fuck heads I bounced out. Tri City had a gang in the joint and I was Leader. Recruited stray white boys that weren't up to Aryan standards or were too afraid to approach them. I ran gambling and boxing matches from inside prison that paid top dollar. People died but fuck it, so will I someday. And if they got a problem with me still they can settle it then. What's done is done right?... Yeah. In prison I met this guy who said his dad was a convicted felon for the dumbest shit. Either jaywalking that lead to assaulting an officer or smoking a cigarette that was said to be weed by the cops. I knew that racial tensions were high but damn. He was one of my closest friends by time I got out and I told my boys that when I leave nothing happens to him or else they all die. I had gotten out of jail in 1998 and was looking to go legit.

Definitely gonna be playing this. The Lore and the mechanics just look so amazing. The graphics look amazing as well. Gonna try and be a bounty hunter as well. Han Solo style with some friends if they wanna. Or just be a loan shark kinda guy. Give out credits or something. Also, does anyone here play Knights of the Old Republic?

The day after of my previous entry. I walked away like nothing happened. I was happy with what I did not because I was blood hungry or heartless. But because I was helping people who couldn't help themselves. My friends who were nerds that played Dungeons And Dragons. And don't worry, I used to play it with them. But I didn't care about Marcus. Just one more spook gone right? Yeah that's what I though too. But when you're walking to school in the morning and you can see a grown woman sitting on the porch waiting for her son to come home crying, and you know that because of what you did he won't ever come back. You feel a sense of guilt and remorse for the person you killed. A couple months later I was introduced to Charles Manson, not in person of course. But I had read up on him and studied him. He became my new idol for a while. And then I was introduced to Greg Chib. He was the current leader of The Gemini's and he killed any colored person that walked funny. And to know there were other people who thought like me and acted like me was reassuring when I thought I was alone. Hansi and I joined the Gemini's and for years we both made violent reputations for ourselves. Eventually gaining full control of a gang that was dead. We rebuilt for the ground up and made it more ruthless. I wasn't East Side and he was Central. And we ruled for a very long time.

Since I know my buddy is going to be RPing with me when the game comes out and he's not a big forum type I'll be posting our joint profiles which is easy enough considering the characters. Name: Elias (Eli) & Jethro Buffkin Age: 34 & 29 From (City, Country): Southern Marshlands Appearance (Body, Face): Eli: Shaggy dirty dark brown hair, full beard. Brown eyes usually slightly closed, judging. Six foot five inches, 290lbs. body stocky with muscles all up on the arms and legs, Got himself a Strongman physique he says. From a lifetime of working and lifting. But lately he's quite full in the gut, a lifetime of drinking, and eating. Jethro: Full blown "Daddies genes hit this sumbitch like a ton of bricks" Skullet. Party in the back, no one home on top to do business if you get what I mean. If you don't get what I mean just look at what Hulk Hogan looks like without his bandanna. Scruffy beard, patchy and wild. Eyes straining to see through the back of your head because he doesn't like you and his eyes can show it. They brown too, Smaller than his older brother. In every way, he's about Six Foot dead even. Weighing in at about 165lbs scrawny kid but built solid. Muscled arms and back, legs are strong like an Oak tree but he's getting too much like his brother. Belly is getting fat and lazy just like him but not nearly as bad...yet. Attire: Dirty or otherwise stained Tank Tops,Ripped oil coated jeans, Overalls, "Sunday' Best" Tuxedo Shirts. Custom made clothing. Hats for every occasion. Job: Eli: Taking after his daddy Eli drives the big rig. Shipping and delivering wares from town to town. On his off days he does some fishing, hunting with his kid brother and taking that extra meat to market for some extra change. Jethro: Being an artistic lil sumbitch Jethro there is working on designing his own clothing. Putting marking on clothes that as his older brother I can't quite understand why but a few people seem to like them and the shirts feel nice so whatever. Time to time the boy helps with the fishing and hunting, and on occasion he takes his RV out for a drive... Detail of House: A shabby worn out old house built on solid foundation and rickety as all hell but they enjoy it. Living in the swampland adjacent as it were it gets a bit dull and lonely out there but them boys like their privacy. Detail of Car/ Vehicle: Eli has himself a solid well worn rust bucket of a pickup truck and Jethro rides around on an Old Dirt Bike we've had since we was kids. Personality: Eli will tell it like it is from the onset, you might not like what he says but it's the honest truth as he sees it. Comes off as a bit of an ass really but he's a good guy, he'll crack jokes whenever he can but when he feels things are going sour right quick he'll dampen his tone and lock eyes with a man who might be trying something.. Jethro is loud. Loud and open like his clothing designs like to show, abrasive humor and a quick temper and a love of humiliating a man for doing him wrong by taking the mans shoes and making him walk home barefoot. Background: "You don't worry about what them Buffkin boys be doing" is the common phrase that's uttered in town whenever anyone starts asking about The Brothers Buffkin. Two brothers raised by their single father after their mama died in child birth after the runt of the litter Jethro took her out the match when he got tagged in. A heel turn right at birth. Poetic in a way. Being raised up by a strict hand that was never far from forming a fist the two boys learned respect but also learned resilience. Learning to hunt and fish, drive and fight all from their pop, these boys in their teen years caused a good bit of trouble in the marshlands well away from the bigger cities. All of their little misdemeanors, petty theft and lighting spray cans on fire to hit the exploding ball with baseball bats, thus breaking poor old Edna Woothrow's window and lighting her house on fire...temporarily, have been wiped clean when they hit adulthood. When Pop died Eli took the keys to his rig and started working the way his dad did to keep money coming in to support their personal endeavors Hunting and Fishing, Selling beer to minors, and getting hopped up on Caffeine Pills to get that strong buzz during long trips that need to be made. And Jethro well...Jethro likes to draw and he's been doing so with clothing designs, working with a city girl who said she could make his designed "work" (he's prolly just sweet on her) he's been heavy handed getting right to it. We'll see how it goes with him. As for the RV they got out back in the woods behind the house well... "You don't worry about what Them Buffkin boys be doing." Ya hear? Over the past few years sadly Them Buffkin Boys have fallen on harder times, economy has gone to shit. They lost the Big Rig, it's in Impound and Eli is working on getting it back so that they can get decent money rolling in. A lot of new people are moving into the bigger cities, hell Jethro even swores that he saw a girl moving in the old Farming lands not too long ago. So with all these new people and new opportunities maybe it's time for Them Buffkin Boys to get themselves out the swamp for a time.