Ghost stood by a barrel fire warming his hands with numerous both people as the sound of planes could be heard over head. The entire homeless camp looked up as planes dotted the sky dropping paratroopers over the city. A convoy of black humvees stopped on the street boarding the homeless camp as soldiers jumped out and creating surrounding the camp. Transport 7-ton trucks pull up behind the humvees as a soldier with a megaphone steps out from the ground a table is set up infront of him. He says into his radio. “Command we have control of the tent city” The radio keys up. “Good copy, round them up and get them working on reinforcing checkpoints.” The soldier then grabs the megaphone pointing to the camp. ”Im only saying this one time. Create a single file line at the head of the table.” A man walks toward the table and yelling toward the lead soldier. “I’m hurt and can’t work!” The entire camp began making their way to the table. The soldier replied. “Sir we have a physician that will make that determination.” The man replied “Screw y...” BAM The man crumbles to the ground blood pouring out of the gunshot to the forehead. The soldier reholsters his pistol and speaks through the megaphone. “Resistances will be met with deadly force, listen to all directions given by the soldiers.” Ghost moved through the crowd watching the soldiers and planning his next move. The soldiers were searching the people and there was one who was instructing some into the bed of the 7-ton and others into a separate line. Ghost makes his move as he plies the stolen police pistol and magazine into the coat pocket of the man next to him and then stepped in front of him. Ghost makes it through being searched as he stood infront of the table the soldier spoke. “Name?” The man Ghost planted the gun was being searched and the gun was found. The searching soldier yelled, “Gun! Gun! Gun!” The confusion set in as the soldier at the table stood up pointing and yelling. All the soldiers on the ground were distracted looking at the man who was holding his hands up saying “I don’t have a gun!” Ghost made his move as he swiped the card from the work table and moved between the vehicles, and the darted across the street to the side walk. A soldier on the torrent turned back watching his area of responsibility as he saw Ghost get to the side walk. “Riley get that guy!” Pointing at Ghost. The soldier takes off runningafter Ghost. Ghost ducks into the first alleyway as the soldier gives chase. The soldier rounds the corner as he brings his weapon up seeing the alley empty. He clicks off the safety from his rifle as he stays in the ready and starts down the alley. The soldier passes an open dumpster as Ghost emerges from the dumpster as he slams the heel of his foot into the back of the soldiers knee as he grabs the falling soldiers head and jerks it quickly snapping his neck. Ghost goes to work as he changes into the soldiers clothes and dumps his clothes and the body into the dumpster and closes the lid. Ghost hears foot steps and radio chatter closing in on his as he bends at the waist and rubs his neck. Three soldiers round the corner with guns drawn. “Riley what happened!?” Said the lead soldier. Ghost says in a whispers voice “The guy got the drop on me, punched me in throat..he ran down the alley..” The lead soldier got on the radio. “Hunter 7 this is Bravo 1. We have a lone runner in section 6 Hotel, he assaulted one of my men.” “Bravo 1 you have a green light for chase.” “Good copy.” He gets off the radio. “Lets go boys, Riley take point.” Ghost nods as he stands up and the men began sweeping down the alley. Ghost begins thinking of his next move on how to get away from this group as his time pretending to be ‘Riley’ won’t work forever with his team.

(( This is a new character, called Zoey McKenzie. Look in my signature for a quick look at her file. )) First day on the job, as a police Officer. Zoey would currently find herself sitting in the passenger seat of a police car. Riding along with her training officer, Sgt. Jason Maloy. She'd be feeling a bit nervous, and not really speaking much. Jason was the one who talked the most in the car. Jason would be driving around to the football stadium. With the radio turned in to the match. Normally, on such a big sports events. There's usually a lot of chaos. But this time, it was actually quite peaceful, Jason informs her. Zoey is constantly looking out her side window, at the people on the steets they're driving past. And suddenly, she notices something up above. What looked like a whole fleet of massive cargo planes. She'd turn to Jason, and informs him. But it looks like he'd already having spotted it too. And leaned forward to try and get a better look. And at which point, they were crossing an intersection. Where suddenly the squad car is impacted on the drivers side at high speeds by what resembles a black Humvee. Headed towards the stadium. The squad car pushing up to it's side, and rolled over, as a result of the impact. Slides over to the sidewalk, eventually landing on it's roof. While the Humvee seemingly continues at it's high speed towards the stadium, with several other black vehicles in tow. Zoey and Jason wearing their seat belts would be hanging upside down inside of the squad car, now laying on it's roof. Last thing she remembers before passing out is looking over at Jason. His hands hanging limp over his head. And blood everywhere. (( Sorry if I don't seem clear in my post. I'm tired, and I wanted to get in on this before it was too late. Just a quick summary of what happened above in case I wasn't clear. I'll proof read this tomorrow when I'm not so tired. 1. Zoey is riding with Jason Maloy, her training officer. 2. They cross an intersection, and their squad car is hit by a black Humvee on the driver side. Making the car flip, and get pushed to the side. It's probably a reinforced Humvee driving at high speeds, shouldn't be a problem. 3. Jason died in the impact, and Zoey just passed out for a minute. This is not the same Zoey Anderson. As I described at the top of my post. ))

Zoey comes yo, and wakes up as she heard she shouting from the stranger. And the gunshots, and people yelling and running all over the place in panic. As Barret walk behind the flipped over Squad car, to raid the contents in the trunk. She'd look over to Jason, almost looks like he's looking at her with pleading eyes. But he's not not moving, not breathing. And there's a large pool of blood under him. She'd start to smell gasoline, there's a leak in the tank. She'd move to try and unbuckle her belt. Making her crash down, head first into the roof of the car. "Oww...!", she'd cry out. Blood already making it's way down from her forehead, as she tries to reach over and unbuckle Jason. To pull him out. But it's entire upper torso is jammed between the smashed in door, and the steering wheel. And he's long dead already. As Barret finishes raiding the trunk, and walks back to the passenger door, to offer his hand to Zoey. He'll be able to spot her trying to drag Jason out. And, probably even notice the smell of gasoline. And with the Red caps firing towards the car. It only takes one spark to light the whole thing on fire. (( Sure, I'll come. Actually had some other plans. But this could be more fun. Though, I think you'll have to drag Zoey out of here, and unfortunately leave Jason behind. He's a goner anyway. ))

Barrett turns the corner quickly and then avoids some of the Soldiers that have hit the streets and are starting to round people up. He turns the corner once more seeing a flipped Cop car on the side of the road and stops quickly. He notices that some of the red caps are moving to their direction of the flipped Squad car. Barrett hits the gas and speeds up next to the squad car stopping. He climbs out with his pistol in hand and quickly makes his round to see if anyone is alive in the squad car. "Hello?" He looks around and see movement from the passenger side of the squad car and quickly moves to that side of the car. Barrett gets on his hands and knees and looks inside "Hey you ok?!" He yells to the Rookie. of course he knew she was a rookie from here strips and plus he doesn't know her. "Its ok im a cop you will be ok." He looks up to see how close the Red caps are and looks back down. "Come on we need to get out of here I don't know whats going on but we need to get to the police station and find out." He extends his hand to her. He looks back up as they are closer and closer, Barrett stands up and fires a couple shots down at them to slow them down. He looks back down at the Rookie . "you got to move kid come on!" He then scrambles to the back of the squad car where the trunk is open and everything has fallen out because they did flip a few times. Barrett Holsters his pistol on his chest Vest and starts grabbing boxes of bullets, more weapons that happen to be in the back and Bullet proof vests. He starts to shove them into a backpack and another gym bag that was back there and clean it out before quickly running back to the Rookie. "its now or never kid!" He opens the side drive side of the SUV and tosses the bags into the black SUV and leans down holding his hand out to her once more. ( @Norway174 come with me to the police station or stay your call)

This would be best suited for the Hideout section of the forum.

Simms looks at the two and shakes his head. "Really guys How about I give you......." He stops as he looks up seeing military planes that look to be C130's. "What the Hell is going on?" staring at all the planes that fly by and men jumping out by the dozen from the plane and para dropping in. He looks back at the two. "Let me guess you don't know anything about this?" As soon as he said that 2 Black Humvee's speed towards them. Simms places his hand on his chest where his pistol is holster. The Humvee's come to a stop as these Soldiers quickly come get out of the Humvee's with their guns drawn towards the three. "Down down down!" All the soldiers says as the quickly move towards the three. Simms pulls his pistol and points it at them "Whoa Whoa Im a cop put your guns down now." Simms yells going back in forth between each soldier. Before Simms knew it the three were surrounded by these soldiers with black and red on them. "Down put it down now!" a Soldier yells once again. "You put it down im a cop!" Simms responds back to them. One of the Soldiers quickly presses his chest where his radio is to relay a message. "We have a Code 2020." a soldier says and a few seconds later a black SUV is seen heading to their direction. Simms slowly moves towards his car as slowly and carefully as he can. "DON'T MOVE! GET DOWN LAST WARNING!" Simms looks down the road and whoever is in that black SUV he doesn't want to find out. "Ahh screw it!" Simms starts to fire at the Soldiers diving behind his car. The Soldiers open up fire shooting at the car and trying to hit Simms. Simms open his passenger door up pulling out his shotgun and pops up from behind the car popping shots at the Soldiers taking them down one by one with the shot gun. The Black SUV stops and out steps is a Templar with a red helmet face cover. Simms see this Templar guy walking towards him as he raises a brow..."What the hell? is going on?!?" He pulls out his pistol once again stands up and killing a few more soldiers before the Templar unslings his m4 and points it towards Simms. "Shit!!" The Templar opens fire as he dives behind the car once again to reload. "Shit Shit shit..." Simms pops back up and hits the Templar as it hits him and he stops and takes a step back from the shot. Simms notices that he didn't go down and fires a couple more rounds back into him but again he doesn't go down. The Templar stop and raises his m4 once again and fires back as Simms ducks again. Simms looks around seeing one of the these dead soldiers near him as he leans over and grabs their m4. He check the weapon and then hears that the Templar is reloading. Simms stands back up and points it back towards the Templar once again. The Templar looks up and drops his m4 reaching for his pistol. Simms points up and then to his chest and then down to his legs. He fires a couple rounds into the Templar's thigh. Dropping him to his knees. Simms quickly moves around his car with the m4 drawn as he moves over the the Templar. Simms kicks the Templar down to the ground and kicks his pistol away. "WHO ARE YOU!" The Templar does not speak. Simms kicks the Templar on the ground "WHO ARE YOU!" again the Templar does not speak. "Screw it!" Simms fires another round into the gut area of the Templar and then looks down the Street Seeing more Black Humvee's and SUV's heading his way and more Soldiers para dropping in his area. Simms looks at the other two criminals "You two are on your own!" Simms runs to his car and grabs a duffle bag of guns and then runs to the black SUV and climbs in as he steals the SUV and heads out of the area that they are at as fast as he could. ( @UnknownX I love your new Idea so far Glad we talk about what we are going to do this will be fun)

“Well it’s the final 2 minutes left in the game and boy is it been a good and long season for these Bullfrogs and a cold one at that Frank.” “That’s right Matt bullfrogs are down by one touchdown and we have the ball at the Sharks 20 yard line it looks like we will finish the season as champions as long as we get a touchdown and make the extra point Matt.” Matt: “Wade gets his team ready for the hike, oh and look at that we have a C130 airplanes flying overhead!” Frank “Well looks like they are early for the victory party if you ask me Matt.” Matt: “Well Frank there is a few more and a lot more..holy crap Frank look at all of them.” Frank: “If I didn’t know better Matt I would say we are being invaded” The two of them laugh as all football has stopped as the C130s fly overhead." As the camera moves to show the world what is going on it shows men jumping out of the C130s not just a few men but more like a dozen men keep pouring out from the plane parachuting down on the island. Some of the C130s are even dropping tanks, Humvees, 7 ton truck and even crates of who knows what inside of the towards the island. Frank: “What in the world is going on? Folks take a look at this on your screen maybe the camera man can zoom and get closer.” The camera Zooms in on one of the Parachuter as it looks to be a Soldier with a red helmet, Black military gear on, and holding a weapon of some kind. Just then a group of Soldiers bust into the announcers room. Yup it was true all black military gear a red cap on their helmets and a red symbol and patches on the arm. The soldiers faces are hidden by a black balaclava as you can only see their eyes. With their guns drawn they order everyone down on the ground. Meanwhile the men in Para dropping have started to land on the field and are landing all around the High school football stadium. The camera feed would be cut off as the Chaos of these unknown Soldiers take over by the thousands. Meanwhile in the middle of the Island a headquarters, a couple barracks, a warehouse, and even a landing strip for airplanes are quickly being built in the middle of the island. It looks like they are cutting the island in half. All the Roads going East to west or west to East are blocked off. A Black SUV pulls into the new Area of operation with about 5 more Black Humvee's behind the lead SUV. The door open from the SUV as a man steps out wearing a White hooded cloak, with a military vest under the cloak along with black pants, and a black helmet that covered his face. A custom M4 dangles infront of his chest and his two custom 1911 on each side of his waist. There is also logo on the front of the cloak it was a Black Cross more of a Templar cross but black. He raised his hand up slightly and made a fist. More of these Templar guys wearing the same gear but with red helmets that covered their faces, started to climb out of the Humvee's and the lead SUV. They all stand there looking around as they see barbwire fences going up around their AO. The man wearing the black helmet seems to be the leader of this operation as he waved his finger around and the rest of these Templar's would move throughout the AO. A soldier known as the Saviors runs up to the Head Templar. Savior Soldier: “General Sir, Commander is waiting on an update. Sir” The General Templar known as General Crimson of the Templars looks over at the Soldier. “Tell him all is going according to plan. We will wait for his arrival, as schedule.” The Soldier would nod and makes a fist and slams his fist into his chest “For the Order!” The Templar does the same but does not speak as the soldier runs off to do his job. General Crimson starts to move as he places his hands behind his back and starts to walk around making sure everything is getting done. He would stop seeing a Seven ton truck pull up and stop in front of him. General Crimson stands still and a bunch of Saviors run up behind him and stand at attention. The truck driver gets out and walks over to the General. The Savior truck driver gives him the 'Order' salute (Fist to the chest) and turns to look behind the truck. Savior Soldier Driver: "General we have some of the Civilians around the area and more will be coming in with in the hour." General Crimson nods as he stands there with his arms behind his back. "Take them to the prisoner camp, get their information and double up on the guards station around the camp." The Savior soldier nods and gives him the Order salute as he takes off running with a bunch of other Savior soldiers to move the civilians to the prison camp. General Crimson turns around and walks away headed towards his barracks. "We will clean this darkness from this city and bring light back to the island." (A picture of General Crimson of the Templars) (Picture below shows the area of where the Order has taken control known as the Red Zones) (A picture of the Savior Soldiers in front of PROMO flyers that are hanging all over in the Red Zones and nearby Cities)

Firstly, if you are going to act like that much of a baby about it, perhaps you would be best not attending anyway, however, IPO can't just allow EVERYONE to have access to the voice channels or all the trolls would jump in. Plus, it would be far too cluttered with people talking over each other. It's much better for the voice channels to be role-restricted to politicians only whilst allowing for people to ask questions via the text channels. If you were being immature, disrespectful and/or insulting then she has every right to not want you in attendance. Only mature, civilised people should be in attendance.

Don't worry, there's gonna be a resurgence of Italians coming back to the old neighborhood soon, and we're gonna take care of everything, make it respectable. Any scumbag trouble makers that came in while we were gone will be evicted permanently, if you know what I mean. You can leave the doors open, the kids can play outside, and women can walk by themselves at night without worry. It's gonna be like the good old days.

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“Happy New Year!” The white sheets of snow cover the island on this day. A lot has gone down on this island of ours. Let’s see if we can recap it. Heroes and Villains rise and fall all in the same year it seems. Some Heroes are no longer with us as others loose a family and we don’t know if He is a still a cop, maybe a Rogue Cop? Or is he the Vigilante we all be waiting for? What about the criminals? Some got a group together to rob a bank and got away with it due to a massive fire at the chemical plant warehouse whatever you want to call it. A street racer came by and tried to leave his past in the past but again the island has something that always brings you back to your old roots. If you think that is all that happen well then you missed the biker gang that rolled into town. They are slinging drugs and weapons like you would believe it, but let me tell you something better be on their good side because these guys are all about business. Let’s not forget the man with all the money in the world who gave a criminal a lot of money just to see what he could do with it. And boy did he, by freeing some of the islands top criminals, psychopaths and murders to run the streets once more. Do you believe in Ghost? Well you should because someone is going around doing hits and the only people that are alive are saying that it was ghost. I don’t know about you guys but I believe now. A man known as the Wander happen to cross paths with a jokester who wanted asked answers. Hope he got the answers he was looking for or 2018 is going to be the death of him. And on top of all that besides the fire, kidnappings, murders, bank robberies, and good ole smuggling the goods from one end of the island to the other end. A man in a mask made his mark on the city to make it dark. Besides getting his ass kicked a couple times and bleeding all over the place it seem that recently the man in the white mask was captured once again as he left his camera on and some dickective figure out where he was located and SWAT took him down just before the clock struck midnight on new year’s eve. Stuck his crazy ass back into the Asylum...Happy New Year to that clown am I right? I bet your wondering who is this…your about to find out very very soon.

Well... Yep! You heard it here first folks. @FrancePourLaVie DENIES a citizen from joining what seemed like a public debate based on personal opinion.

See the thing about a Serial Killer and why I think it could be really interesting is this. If they're role playing as a serial killer they should never put that anywhere in their Bio. hell they should straight up lie outright in any bio's they make, The character they portray is just that a character. So in game you could have your character be Johnny Busdriver right. spend the game being friendly. driving your bus. making friends role playing your ass off. But...some nights you take yourself away from your friends, your family, your day to day. you go to a different town, you dress completely different you get your hair done or dyed temporarily. You act how you don't act "at home" you meet people out and about, you gain their trust. maybe you have a spot outside of town. you get them drunk or high )however those systems in game work_ and you take advantage tying them up, trapping them away from home, they don't really know you, don't know your face, the voice you're using now is completely fake till you get them alone. And it's still different from the voice you use "at home" yourself. You take your time you finish them off at your leisure. maybe it's a few "days" in game later of you actively RPing with this person. If you did it well the "Victim" could have just as enjoyable an experience as the killer. then the victim is killed. you dump the body or evidence (which I really hope is somehow in the game. so your hideaway isn't just a blinking murder scene to the cops) and the police find the evidence. A case for them to inspect. They never find you. it goes cold in the months as Johnny Busdriver has BBQs with his buddies back home. Till a few months later when a new case pops up for the cops in a different town, or the same town who knows. I don't know the killers M.O There's a LOT you could do with a serial killer character. I've never once thought of it as just an excuse to RDM. I mean really. why would a killer even use a gun? it's not personal enough for them usually. Just imagine after months of real time of the cops not finding this killer. In game years can pass and his list goes up. the killer gets braver leaves notes, enjoys hearing about himself on the player run radio shows all types of things. Then imagine the cops thinking they found the person and a big uproar happens. But ti's not the guy. It'd be the OJ trial from back in the 90s big following. strong RP. make use of reporter characters, judges, politicians would go nuts trying to spin the capture and imprisonment to their name. But then imagine if they put away a guy and the killings keep happening. In a strong RP server a character could be in Jail for a long time in game. is it a copycat? did they get the wrong guy? Fun times.

We the people of identity have Been lied to by our greedy Ruler Leaders Brothers And Sisters It is time for our freedom fighters to take to the streets to penetrate the spirit of these evil corporate money hungry thieves who look down upon us We must Revolt For Our Future We must exterminate and Take down each and everyone until the streets belong to us and these leaders Rot down in hell WE the people will not be intimidated by Police and Government leaders We will not Conform the Identity world we make our own rules anyone who doesn't agree with our way of life will pay the price of torture or even death we will go to war with the government and anyone who opposes us we will cause havoc and terrorise the citizens and destroy their freedom The rich despise us because of our economic status Brothers and sisters in the name of the almighty God Bare Arms Set explosives in business building police stations target government officials and rich citizens we will terrorise the people of identify brothers and sisters let us rise let us take over and Be your own leaders!!!! Terrorise and attack to Liberate the impoverished poor voiceless citizens Take down the scum of identity !!!! let us rise from the graves And kick these Police and Foolish Citizens of this corruptive system exterminate them I CALL UPON MORTARS PEOPLE WHO ARE WILLING TO DIE FOR A GOOD CAUSE TO LIBERATE THE PEOPLE

[I'm not dead, took a long break. Not sure why I did to be fair] Chapter 2. Night Micky is awoken by the sound of gunshots outside his house. Cracks and pops ring throughout the neighborhood along with strung out automatic gunfire. Micky grabs his pistol from his bed stand. In just underwear and a T shirt he creeps over to his window and pushes the drapes to the side. A grey minivan is creeping along the street doing a drive by right across his house. "Holy shit!" Micky says to himself while watching the muzzle flashes of uzi's and pistols going to work. Within 10 seconds of watching the van flys away down the street. Bullet holes scatter the siding of the house, windows are smashed and a man lay dead in the street. Micky sits on his bed and hurries to put his boots on, once tied he runs out of the house and sprints to the man in the street. He lays silent on his stomach, bullet holes litter his body with a massive pool of blood surrounding him. Lights turn on in surrounding houses, blinds creep open with neighbors eyes locked on the sight of a dead body. The local gossip unwinding before them. The door opens to an older man, Roger. A black working class family man, succumbed to gang violence introduced to by his only son. Micky and Roger exchange eyes, a lonely teardrops from the father who stares at his dead son. A crip, dressed in blue; covered now in red. "I'll call the cops!" Micky walks into their house. Roger is known to have barbeques and both consider themselves family friends. Micky has known their son since he moved to the Island 13 years ago, when the boy was only 8 years old. [2 Months Later] Micky rides down route 8 towards the city. The wind blowing through his unbuttoned cut. He stops at his usual convenience store "Marty's Place". He backs his chopper in and puts the kickstand down. He fixes his cut up, straightening his flannel underneath. A black SUV with tinted windows parks a couple spaces down, two black men hop out, the driver and the passenger. They both wear the color red. Red bandanas, red shirts, red jordans. Micky hops off his bike and walks behind them. One of the men walks into the bathroom, in the back away from the main store. The other walks towards the drink aisle, away from the counter, Micky follows. The man stops and opens the door, Micky turns around behind him to look at the snacks. He reaches into his leather vest pocket, unravels a wire and wraps it around his fists. Micky turns around and wraps the wire around the kids neck, tugging him tighter and tighter, slowly choking him to death they both lock eyes in the doors frozen mirror. Micky slowly lays the kid on the ground, dropping the wire next to the motionless body. Turning around and walking away, he looks at Marty behind the counter. "Pack a Luckies please Marty" Marty turns around to the cigarette cabinet and grabs a pack. "So, doing anything this week?" Marty asks while ringing him up. "Nothing, nothing at all"