"Well lets just say i need some drivers to deliver some ... packages. Recently ive had the ATF so far up my arse i can barely breath. I set a pickup location and a drop off, your drivers handle the delivery. In return ill talk to the pigs down at the PD and see what immunity perks i can pay for" *He pauses for a second* "If all this goes well...i can see some good business between us" "Make up your mind....meet me at the pier by the resort with your answer at 2 o'clock sharp" *Michael hangs up leaving no room for Kevin to say anything. He finishes the cigar and puts it out in an ash tray before getting up and joining in the party in the main room*

*Kevin receives a no caller ID on his phone. The other end of the line is silent until an old croaky voice can be heard* "Sooo...Kevin, is it? This race of yours...im guessing your races become quite the feast for the pigs. You give me the word and Identity PD wont be allowed to lay a finger on you....i just need a little something from you" *Michael sits back in his chair at the head of the table, lighting a fat Cuban cigar*

@SilberDrachen893 Come to my apartment and dance in your undies for me???

Okay so i just need something confirming. When the modules release and i create my character, will my character be transferred to both the beta and full release after that or will i have to recreate everything from scratch? Sorry, a bit of a noob question but oh well. Thank you, Herzog

*Michael backs up with the AK, the thought of the military piercing his heart and mind* "Hmm..." He says scratching his grey beard. *He lunges back in and points to Elexis* "Well im still on a hunt...a safari if you will and i have yet to claim the golden trophy. If you see any of Rasul's boys around here" He says flicking a piece of paper at Elexis "You give me a call" *He looks over at Rosso* "Btw if youre still expecting the cops...15 grand says their not coming...." *He smiles as he gets on his bike and pulls up his bandanna* "I got the world under my fingertips boy" *He starts his bike and begins to ride down the road with the convoy of bikes and the van*

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Michael shouts, waving around his AK "We aint here for your cars. We're here for those two brats!" He says looking over at the two young boys. "Yesterday. One of my boys got jumped by a slag and im pretty sure these two are in it with them" *Michael grabs one of them by the collar* "Why are you in such a hurry from the safehouse down the road..huh?"

The ability to store items in your house such as your clothing, weapons and cars in your garage if you have one

"Lets roll out boys!" Michael yells as he pulls up his bandanna and rides off towards Rasul's safehouse. *The convoy of bikes pass a small tuner garage with a sign saying 'Underground', the roaring engines of the Harley's shuddering the shutters at the front. They finally reach the safehouse near the car dealership and Michael gets off of his bike. The van shows up after they dumped the body of the dead ex-patch member. Two guys get out of the back and start handing out shotguns and AK's. Michael grabs an AK and leads the men into the safehouse* *After killing various guards silently, the group get to the door of the main room. Michael, although old, gives off a powerful kick and boots down the door allowing the club members to flood the room. Rasul is sat on a sofa with some of his prostitutes and looks around in shock* "Hey man... what the fuck are you doing!" He shouts at Michael, as he stands up defensively. "Fuck...you!" Michael replies as he begins to open fire on people within the room. *A calm Saturday morning soon becomes a bloodbath. There are no survivors* *As the club is heading down the road past the car dealership, Michael spots two boys walking away from the safehouse towards the car shop. They looked terrified and worried about the shooting nearby and now they are being held up by a gang armed with AK's and shotguns* *Michael quickly dismounts his bike and aims his AK at both of the boys. They look about 16 or 17* "Stop right there you little pricks!" Michael shouts for the whole neighborhood to hear. ((Awaiting @SilberDrachen893's reply))

I know im just a lowlife MC president and have no say in all this mafia stuff but lets all calm it down. Theres no point making enemies with others over things like this. We can all thing we are the most badass but you dont see that until you really are in game. I think when the Russian mafia say they are the most feared, the mean this in RP terms. Of course there is a time to prove this but until then you should all stay friends. You are all respectable and powerful leaders but dont let power and cockiness overpower this. I hope that you can all chill. There will be a time for you all to show off your power and strength. Herzog - Int. President, BCR MC

*The crowded bar is peaceful with the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses with some old country music playing on low volume. The sound of Harley engines grow nearer and the headlights of the bikes pierce the windows of the bar. The engines and lights cut off. Michael strolls in and sees Kevin enjoying his drink. He walks in with his S@T and a couple of other members while the other stay outside with the bikes. A young man wearing a similar leather jacket stands up and hugs Michael. His back patch reads 'Nomad'* "Good to see you brother" Michael says, as he recovers from the hug and takes a seat with his club members "So whats this 'news' you got for me?" "You remember Johnny?" The Nomad responds. "Yeh...Nomad...patched in a couple of years ago..." "He's dead" The Nomad quickly interrupts. "Ahhh shit" Michael sighs to himself and he combs his hand through his grey hair "Any idea how?" "Johnny was found in a hotel room...room number 214 with multiple stab wounds. He usually goes there for the old blowie but we dont know whether it was the tom or whether it was gang affiliated" "Damn...FUCK!" Michael says, smashing his fist on the table "Thanks for the info brother. Ill have a look into it" He says standing up and hugging the Nomad again "Have a safe trip" "Sorry about the news...and you too, dont get yourself killed out there" *Michael leaves the bar and sets off towards the hotel with the rest of the club* *While driving towards the hotel, Michael spots a prostitute on the sidewalk with a fag in her mouth while she is counting money out of her purse. Michael slowly rides up to her and looks over at her. After being in this sort of business she knew what this meant and got on the back of the bike. With Michael in the lead, he drives down a half lit alleyway and gets off the bike with the hooker. As she turns around, getting a condom out of her purse, Michael pulls out his 1911. She turns around and begins to scream out. Her scream is interrupted when a club member covers her mouth and holds her still from behind* "Who's your employer tart?" Michael says jamming the barrel into the side of her head. *After integrating the prostitute for about 10 minutes they finally get an answer* "And where will Rasul be tonight?" Michael says calmly. "He's...he's at his office thing in town...ya know...by the fancy car shop" The prostitute says with fear in her voice. "Thank you darl" Michael says. *A loud crack echoes the alleyway as the woman falls to the ground with a bullet wound in her head* "Leave that pile of shit there, she aint going to be missed by anyone" Michael says starting up his bike again.

Welcome to the forums mate, If you ever need any help let me know

I must say you are kinda digging yourself a hole. Best to leave the making enemies thing till you get in game

*Michael watches as the idiot overtakes his convoy* "Fucking kids" He tuts to himself as he begins to rev up, matching the speed of the overtaking car. *He doesnt look at the driver but keeps his head forward as he glides by with his club in tow, his bandanna and cut fluttering in the wind* *The Sgt@Arms begins to ride closer to Michael as they ride past the car*

Give these guys a message:

*The end of the cigarette swiftly plummets towards the ground at the bottom of the car park. It hits the fresh tarmac at the bottom creating a small flicking sound as its bounces around before calming on the road. The roaring sound of Harley engines can be heard in the distance. The cigarette end is lit up by headlights and the light gets stronger and stronger. 15 Harley's and a van ride past, causing the cigarette to bounce over the road trying to dodge the tires of the Harley's. The Harley's pass the car park and end their journey at an old bar a block down from the car park* *A heavily built man dismounts from his Harley Street Bob and unclips his old WWII Stahlhelm helmet revealing grey combed back hair. He pulls down the black and white bandanna from his face and leaves it hanging around his neck showing an old but still young face with a long grey beard. The man turns and walks towards the bar showing of an MC patch on the back of his leather jacket, it read 'Bad Company Rangers MC' and at the front a small patch that reads 'Int. President' and one below it saying 'Bad Company!'* *The old man walks into the bar pushing up the sleeves showing off an abundance of tattoos scaling from his lower arm all the way up to the top. He looks around the bar as more club members file in behind him. In the corner of the bar, a scruffy hippie looking guy who is wearing the same sort of leather jacket looks at the old man* "Ahhh shit!" He exclaims. *He lunges out the back door of the bar as the club members pursue him into the back alleyways with the Int.President in the lead. As they leave the claustrophobic alleys into the main road, the muscular Sgt@Arms sprints past and rugby tackles him into the empty road of the Friday night* "Get him up" The Int. President says in a low voice. *The club members pull him back into the alleyway where they had just exited and pin him up against the wall* "Please Michael ... I ... I didn't want you to find out like this. Ill ... Ill get rid of it" "Oh its too late for that son...the votes gone through" *There is an eerie pause* "You've got a meeting with Bad Company!" *The man begins to kick and scream as Michael pulls out an old Colt 1911. On the side is engraved 'John Thatcher'* *He points it to the mans head* "Please no! I have a family Michael!" "You should have thought about them before you start showing yourself with a patch you no longer own" *There are a few quick screams before a loud crack echos throughout the alleyways and into the high street, smoke billowing out of the barrel of he 1911* *There is silence as the body slumps to the floor* "Fucking bastard!" Michael moans and he holsters his pistol "Put that fuck into the van, bury him deep...i don't want to see his face ever again" *Michael walks towards his Harley pulling up his bandanna and putting on his helmet. The club members ride off down the high street as the black van drives the opposite direction towards the wilderness*

The first 9 words are what you think the game is, the rest is what the game is really about. Its not just about cops shooting robbers. Its about the roleplay and interaction between the cops and the robbers. This isnt a general shoot em up like GTA. Its all about how you can turn a bank heist into a great RP scenario for people to join in on. P.S and yes i do read the website, thanks for asking

What i meant is that nothing is there like real life. Its everyones decision to make the rules. If you wanted gun laws like they were showing then they would have to be made. so this second amendment doesnt exist you would have to make it yourself. Im getting very confusing i know but i hope you understand

The devs have not stated that the game is a cops and robbers simulator. This is what is says on the about page: IDENTITY IS ... ... a new breed of massively multiplayer online role-playing game where hundreds of players interact in a world of absolute freedom, where it's the actions of players which determine your fate and the fate of the world you live in. The game is all about player interaction. Yes there are cop and robbers in the game but it is not solely a shoot em up game. Its all about socializing with others and completing activities with others. I think their main focus should be on the player interaction functions.

'jumping down tall buildings' sounds too much like GTA. Would be nice to see skydiving, base jumping and other such activities.

Just like what Mr.Langston said there are no laws at all. It up to you as the governor to create those laws.

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*The MC's compound seems calm with the sound of talking and laughter. The sound of a crate crashing to the ground breaks the silence* "Hold on there mate" Michael says to Kevin as he walks over to the unloading of the AK's "What the fuck are you doing you half twit! Get that shit in there. We need these pristine for when we sell 'em" *He walks back over to Kevin* "I tell you some of these prospects around here" He says shaking his head but smiling.

Okay, So i know that i the devs plan on not having ages within the game. What i mean by this is like the sims for example. Baby - Toddler - Child - Teen and so on but my question is will i be able to change the features of my characters face for example to look older/younger? So my RP character is 57 years old and i want my character to look the part of an old aged biker. Now i know that half of RP comes from imagination but i dont want my character to look like a young man and have to say to others to just imagine that hes old. So will there be an aging slider like Skyrim or Fallout where i can add aging to my character skin? Also will there be grey old man hair without having to dye my hair in game?? Thank you so much, any answers in much appreciated. Herzog

Wish i had created the Romanian Mafia they are up top of the list with Russia

As long as theres a nice long stretch of tarmac...im good