I'd like to share my latest experience with this game.
While starting up a new game I decided to play it in a completely different way that I usually do, and the first step would be avoiding any criminal acts for as long as possible. So instead of releasing sweatshop workers and forcing them to make expensive suits and disguises for me, I immediately set out to recruit people the old-fashioned way.
Aiming high, I make my way to the Gentlemen's Club. Knowing that Clothes isn't an acceptable disguise, and that my skills are very low, I stick around the exit, ready to bail at a moment's notice. However, when attempting to Radio Personality, a Corporate Manager see through my lack of disguise and sound the alarm, and forces me into a fight with these two and a third guy, an Athlete or something. Being only a few steps away from the exit, and more importantly, unarmed, I immediately evade and hope for the best.
However, both the Corporate Manager and the Radio Personality lands powerful blows and reduces me to Near Death. Things are not looking good. Indeed, the third guy scores a critical hit, and apparently severs my lower spine with his bare hands. 'Bastards', I think, as I press the C button and prepare to begin again.
However, being paraplegic apparently enabled the conservatives to capture me instead of killing me, as the newspaper wrongly reported, and thus I find myself in the legal system. Seeing as I hadn't done anything illegal, I found this very strange.
And indeed, I was charged with . Puzzled by this, I decide to defend myself. Unsurprisingly, I was found not guilty. Upon return to the hideout, I sent him to hospital for 4 months, fixing up the severe beating he received. I also noticed his Law and Persuasion skill had gone up. 'Nice', I think, and stick him in a squad and set out to resume the original mission.
However, upon arrival at the Gentlemen's Club, he collapses and is captured. Again he's brought before the court, charged with doing . Again I defend myself, however, this time I'm found guilty. And given a stern warning. 'Uh, okay', I think, while a small worryingly though suddenly springs up. It is quickly confirmed. I'm fucked. I can't do anything, since I collapse and is captured as soon as I enter a site, and neither can I recruit anybody, for the same reason. All I can do is sit in my hideout, alone and bitter, and wait until the entire country has been overrun by the elite conservatives.
The Moral of the story is: Wheelchairs should be available for purchase in the shops or the hospitals.