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I like the whole "future fedalism" setting, but I'm very skeptical about browser based MMO's, especially 4Xs.  My prior experience with those left me feeling that I had no need to worry about any other player except to attack them.  I was surrounded by players, but all alone.  Do IN get you into the thick of things from the start or do you have to force your way in?

THE TRUTH IS NOT LIBERAL OR CONSERVATIVE, BUT NEUTRAL.

Scientific truth isn't liberal or conservative?  Hm...

98% of climatologists endorse the liberal position.  1% of climatologists are payed by the oil companies to go "LaLaLa!  I can't hear you!"  The other one percent got really wasted with me last night and are now dealing with minor statutory rape charges for the next few days. 

50% of geneticists will tell you that homosexuality is clearly not a choice for a very large portion of the gay population.  47% aren't sure the evidence is conclusive yet but say there's some good evidence.  2% are members of the religious right who are desperately trying to obscure the matter, convinced Jesus will turn the gays straight or kill them with plague any day now.  The other 1%... too embaressed by the bruises in unspeakable places to care.

About 60% of economists have a liberal outlook, but most have some appreciation for right wing economic policy as well.  About 30% of economists have a conservative outlook, but mostly endorse some left wing policy as well.  9% is in the middle.  1% is busy trying to adjust to the new drug pusher career they've been forced into by the tough times.

80% of college level academia buys into all that liberal crap about a better world.  19% doesn't.  1% is busy plotting my death for a mean thing I said about Isreal two months ago and can't spare the time to comment.

99% of psycologists buy into the liberal notion that you can correct what leads to crime, rather then punishing the transgressor.  They also will tell you that torture gives bad information.  1% are currently being lab rats in my little home project testing the effectiveness of water boarding.

75% of the chemists, engineers, etc. can tell you that the oil be running out and we need to plan for the future.  24% are too busy kissing their bosses ass to comment.  1% are currently detained in a german sex dungeon.

(all values are plus or minus 1 percent.)

I could go on, but I think you get the point.  It really boils down to: the academic elites have bought into the liberal agenda.  But I don't really think it's all that surprising: the academic elites wrote the liberal agenda!  Both the liberals and conservatives could have supported the climatologists when they started talking about climate change, but it was the liberals who wrote that plank into their platform.  Both sides could have listened when they said we hit peak oil.  Both sides could have listened to the voices of reason saying the gays weren't evil sinners.  Both sides could have listened to the need to fund our schools, pave our roads or break the cartels that control medicine.  But only one side did listen and write those matters into their platform.  So, I stand by my statement that the truth has a liberal bias.  That's because the liberals are the ones who supported it.

The association is after all, not part of the democracy we are trying to create.  What sort of monsters would we be if we wanted insane terrorists preying upon the peaceful citizens of a functioning democracy?

I know. But it's sunday now. I'm constantly amazed how some people can consider having a job or social life more important than EOFS.

I believe Boski lives in North America.  You need to appreciate there is a slight time difference between Poland and North America.

"You wouldn't dare." I whispered, forcing myself to ignore the fear induced by the death pressed up against the back of my skull.  "This is a public place."  The words were supposed to be defiant yet my voice was full of fear.
"Hm, you want to try me?" the man in black just smirked back.  "But you're not worth the paperwork.  Walk with me outside and don't try anything funny.  Come on, ladies first..."
Prodded onwards by the gun muzzle, I quietly walked through the building.  Public place it may be, but it was a ghost town this late at night.  The librarian didn't even look up as we passed her.  Outside, there was no sign of Simpson; in fact the street was deserted except for a middle aged out of shape cop leaning up against a squad car.
"The pickpocket, I take it?" The cop lumbered to his feet and produced a pair of handcuffs.
"Yeah, and here's the wallet you found on her."  The spy shoved me towards the cop then held up his wallet before slipping it into an evidence bag.  "Her prints are all over it and the credit card fraud will show up soon."
"Hey, you can't frame me like that?" my protesting instincts kicked in at the thought of being prosecuted for a crime I hadn't actually committed.
"Like you don't deserve it, I know your type." The cop let his contempt shine through in the voice and the way he overtightened the handcuffs and shoved me against the squadcar.
The agent was already forgetting about me, walking away as he talked into a cellphone.  "Yeah, caught the little shit.  You still following the other bitch, right?  We might need to move soon."
I might have cared about his conversation, or taken offense, but was more concerned with the vast infringement of civil liberties the cop was currently engaged in.  I screamed at him to stop being a thug and he opened started to say an insult back when interrupted by a long, defiant blast of a car horn.


The cop stopped in mid sentence, agast.  The agent and I looked as well.  We were momentarily transfixed like statues, staring at the sudden appearance of a rainbow colored BMW that had just peeled around the corner and was gunning it to us at max speed...  A hodgepodge of profanities came out before we desperately scrambled out of the way, barely getting away from the squad car before the BMW slammed against it, sending it flying a short distance through the air before landing with a suspension shattering clatter upon the pavement once more.
I scrambled back to my feet, a little bruised by my dive to the pavement, but alright.  The cop was slower getting up and I didn't waste the opportunity, kicking him in the teeth then snatching up the handcuff keys.  I desperately sprinted away, but there was no pursuit, with the agent apparently to distracted by the BMW that had nearly flattened him.
"Simpson," I muttered to myself "you're a genius!"
I rounded the corner and paused.  No one was chasing me, it seemed safe to at least peek back.  The cop was still nursing his wounds.  The agent fired a defiant shot at Simpson before she sped out of sight, going the opposite direction from me.  But the shot was just a gesture, he was already talking into his cellphone again.
"Gone to hell.... no fucking idea.... loose ends... finish the bitch already!"
My heart leaped as I heard those last words.  There wasn't a second to waste.

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10 minutes later I arrived breathlessly at Bonita's apartment building.  Nothing looked amiss, the ritzy apartments looked just as they had when I'd been there for "taxation" earlier, just deserted due to the nighttime hours.  I ran up the steps and saw the lock had been forced.  They'd beaten me there, damn, damn, damn!  Still, they might still be in there.  I flew up two a flight of stairs and saw the apartment door that had been forced open.

Boldly, I charged in to find Bonita, gaged and face down on the bed, being handcuffed by a man dressed the same as my secret agent friend from before.  I was on him in an instant, trying to snatch his gun away.  Frantically, we strained against each other.  The gun went out the window, unshot, then he regained his footing and tossed me up against the wall hard enough the make my head ring.  Then a bat struck the agent's back.  Bonita was up an swinging with a vengance, though not much skill.  The agent staggered away from me, then re-assessed the situation and made a hasty escape out the door.
"Sic semper tyrantis..." I hissed at the fleeing coward.  But then I threw open the window and turned to Bonita.
"There will be more coming." I stated with a calm but determined passion
"Huh, who are you?" Bonita didn't seem to pick up on how calm and determined I was.
"No time to chat, we need to escape!" Hopefully, a straightforward appeal would get  the message across.
"What's happening?" she insisted on asking, to my consternation.  Alright, maybe a cliche would make the point.
"Come with me if you want to live." I snapped at her while extending a hand.  Then I threw in a "Dammit!" for good measure.
She took my hand and I pulled her to the edge of the window.  There was a dumpster underneath and I leapt for it, pulling a terrified Bonita with me.  I don't know what she was so worried about.  I was the one who absorbed the impact of the fall.
"You alright?" I whispered as I helped her out of the impromptu cushion.  She began to speak and I held up a finger to her lips.  "Shh!" I cautioned.  She gave an odd pause for a moment then whispered back.  "I'm... alright.  Why are we whispering."
"Just listen..." I whispered back, then pointed down the alleyway we were in to the street in front of Bonita's apartment.  Angry voices could just be heard in that direction.  "Don't worry." I reassured her as we started to head in the opposite direction.  "We'll be long gone before they realize where we went."

((coming up, the reveal!))

... I love this forums ability to stay on topic.

I'm unaware of a full screen mode.

You could make it so there's a chance of stealing a Delorean every game.

So, start of game, the Delorean event random value is determined.  1 in 100 chance that it returns "true."

99% of the time, the Delorean random value is false, and there's no Delorean's ever in the game.

If the Delorean event returned true and the game is going very badly the Delorean sequence fires the next time you try to steal a car.  If you go out to steal anything  instead you are told "Holy crap!  You found a 1982 Delorean!  The key's right there in the ignition and the owner is looking the other way..."

If you take the Delorean event, who ever was assigned to steal the car goes back in time and teams up with your founded in 2007.  Then they stash the car and set about fixing the country.  Obviously, you can't use the car again until the country is elite liberal, with a green electricity industry that can give you the 1.21 gigawatts of power you need, that fusion stuff doesn't sound very liberal.  Or maybe you can use the car again, letting you undo the death of your founder or time traveler, but at the risk of creating an new nemesis who uses his knowledge of the future for conservative ends, becoming an arch conservative powerful enough to make the CSS boss look tame.