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[Grimith]

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Hello there, Liberal Comrades. I'm new to the forum, but that's not stopping me from diving in and posting this thread. Inspired by my recent satisfaction with Liberal Crime Squad - which stems from finding an old version on my computer last week and doing some research to acquire a newer edition - I've decided to create a hybrid monologue covering my journey through the LCS world. I'm new to this whole "creating screenshots and videos of gaming for the internet" business, but I hope positives will shine through my inexperience.

Now, I will be presenting both screenshots and videos for this LP. The screenshots will be accompanied by journal entries from the viewpoint of the founder of the Liberal Crime Squad. They will chronicle his attempt to save America from a backwoods yet corporate ARCH-CONSERVATIVE NIGHTMARE. However, I will not be doing any role-playing in the videos; you will, if you choose to listen to them, hear my inane commentary while I play and enjoy LCS. Hopefully, one of these methods will be intriguing to you folks - if neither of them are appealing, then I'll just decommission the thread entirely, call it a failed experiment, and go back to playing on my own.

At any rate, the first three segments are already complete, and I'll be uploading them throughout the morning. Updates, providing anyone actually cares to see more, will be conducted on a "whenever I'm available" basis. Right now, my schedule looks fairly clear, but the RNG of Life may decide to throw me a curveball.

Hope you folks enjoy.


What you will see in this playthrough:

• Classic, Nightmare Mode
• Terminator Founder Update 015
• Heavy, sometimes even gratuitous amounts of violence
• Gambling with the Random Number God
• Excessive pressing of the "F" key while on-site
• Grimith putting an AK-47 in his pocket without the Conservatives getting alarmed Update 015
• Sleepers who lay fallow for years
• Dead Conservatives
• Imperfection
• The Liberal Agenda slowly being advanced from the Arch-Conservative Nightmare

What you will not see in this playthrough:

• The Conservative Crime (read: Lame) Squad
• Seduced Conservatives or Liberals
• Conservatives Kidnapped and Enlightened through seduction
• Hippies, guitars, music, and art in the Liberal Crime Squad
• The pacifistic way to beat this game
• Monetary crises
• The Liberal Guardian put to use
• Compound traps purchased for protection Update 018
• Perfection
• Jonathan S. Fox playing the game (go here for that)

Update 001: POSTED 03/05/10
Update 002: POSTED 03/05/10
Update 003: POSTED 03/05/10
Update 004: POSTED 03/06/10
Update 005: POSTED 03/06/10
Update 006: POSTED 03/11/10
Update 007: POSTED 03/11/10
Update 008: POSTED 03/11/10
Update 009: POSTED 03/12/10 Contains Liberal language and an overly boisterous voice. Viewer discretion advised.
Update 010: POSTED 03/12/10
Update 011: POSTED 03/13/10
Update 012: POSTED 03/13/10 After I uploaded the third copy, the first two uploads published onto my profile. Guess Dailymotion just had a hiccup of service.
Update 013: POSTED 03/14/10 Special Unlucky Edition!
Update 014: POSTED 03/17/10 Here is the post devoted to the videos for this update.
Update 015: POSTED 03/20/10 Two videos and mega-narrative. Serious Business.
Update 016: POSTED 03/20/10 Takes you to the same message as #15. Trust me: I typed the code.
Update 017: POSTED 03/22/10
Update 018: POSTED 03/25/10 Three videos. Lots of screenshots. Awesome.
Update 019: POSTED 03/25/10 Same as above. Check for yourself.
Update 020: POSTED 03/25/10 Same as above, which means same as #18. You may see this as artificially raising my update count. If you do, I agree wholeheartedly with you.
Update 021: POSTED 03/29/10 Another trio. Even more screenshots. Special appearance by Epic Rock Opera! You don't want to miss it.
Update 022: POSTED 03/29/10 Above update, only not!
Update 023: POSTED 03/29/10 Same as the previous two updates, yet different!
Update 024-030: POSTED 04/05/10
Update 031-036: POSTED 04/19/10
Update 037-042: POSTED 04/26/10
Update 043-061: POSTED 05/01/10 AND 12/25/10 Merry Grimnas, everyone.

YouTube Video Playlist (Dailymotion Alternative)

[Grimith]

Update 001: Video

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

God, I hate my parents.



Not only did they have me in 1984, which was a spectacular year for the Macintosh but absolutely horrible for everyone else, but they named me what was most certainly a Conservative name. Jesus? Really? Such narrow-minded, religious nonsense. I heard later that my Mom wanted to name me Jesus Christian Kaltenbrunner, but, fortuitously, that wouldn't fit on the birth certificate - or so my Dad said. So Jesus C. Kaltenbrunner it was.

The life I lived after my inglorious birth also affirms why I hate them so much. They hid my toys from me. They never understood the real reasons why I clowned around at school. They divorced when I was ten, and I even managed to trip over the paperwork of it. Unbelieveable, honestly. I tried to immerse myself in video games (which the "counselor," that prick, said were too violent), but that didn't fill the void in me. I even played mastermind, lording over others at school, but that still did little to soothe my childhood pains. The job I got at Wendall's flipping burgers and taking orders only made it worse, for I could see firsthand how horrible my parents were for delivering me into this world.

This abysmal, worthless world.



I bought a rifle on my eighteenth birthday, intending to end it all with a bang. My boss. My parents. Myself. But it never materialized; the survival instinct that had kept me alive throughout the years had refused to let it all go now. Still, as I watched the arch-conservative America materialize before my eyes, I realized that living in this world wouldn't be possible if something wasn't done to stop the takeover. I tried fighting it on my own, for years, by stealing from the various Corporations. But it wasn't enough. I needed a bigger plan.



I took an assessment of myself. While not particularly strong, I was very agile and competent and life. My plethora of experiences gave me a varied background, not just limited to thievery, so I took to coining myself as a "Bard." On that New Year's Day, I was a jack-of-all-trades. I would have to somehow turn that life experience into... into what, I'm not sure, but hopefully something to make this world worth my time.



My first stop on this day, however, was the Latte Stand. In retrospect, I have no idea why I was so stupid to go to a place so filled with obnoxious morons. Perhaps I was just spoiling for a fight. I was lucky to have left my rifle at home; I'm sure the events that transpired at the stand would have been far, far worse if I had the AK-47 with me...



Admittedly, after several stiff drinks, the exact events this afternoon are a bit of a blur. I don't remember who said what, what sparked the affair, or why I had even bothered to waste my time there any longer. All I felt was rage: rage at the conservatives, rage at my parents, and rage at myself. So I know I was the one who crossed the line by throwing the first punch.



It didn't quite connect. God, did I suck at hand-to-hand combat. Fortuitously, so did they. We spent an inordinate amount of time, just us three, ringed around a few fallen tables and chairs, engaged in the two-on-one handicapped fisticuffs. I got bruises all over my body, but my incredible speed gave me a huge advantage over my opponents. Eventually, I had them both sobbing and crawling away from me, pleading forgiveness for their unremembered deeds.



I didn't realize the full enormity of what I had done there, but I knew at the time that I had to leave. No matter what had happened prior, I was the aggressor, and the Deathsquads wouldn't look favorably upon my excuses. I fled from the Latte Stand immediately - and safely - but it wasn't until I read the paper next morning that I saw the full enormity of my actions.



Liberal Crime Squad? I don't remember saying that. Yet, in my heart, I felt the name to be right, and, no matter its origin, I vowed to keep it for as long as I fought the Conservatives of America.



Despite my bruises, I feel empowered today. I cannot comprehend why, but it was almost as if... that battle was good for the soul. I needed that in order to feel alive, to break fully from the shackles the automatons have tried to cast upon me. I feel capable of taking on more of them today!



And perhaps I shall...

[Grimith]

Update 002: Video

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Guy Park was the next place I would visit on my rampage against Conservatism. While not as obnoxious as the Latte Stand, I had no doubt I would find many Conservatives to rage against. In a city filled with them, some would undoubtedly go to relax in the park between their Nefarious Evil Deeds. I had hoped to prevent many of those atomatons from doing such things.



It wasn't long before I found my first two targets: an obnoxious, narcissistic jogger and a machination who reeked of burgers and corporate screwing. My fists guided me to the latter, and I dealt a powerful punch to his body. Although he staggered under the weight of my attack, he managed to mount a counterattack - albeit ineffective. However, the real worry came from the jogger, who, upon seeing such an act of violence...



...took the oportunity to shoot at me. Seriously, where had he been hiding that? I shouldn't have been surprised, yet I found myself momentarily flummoxed. The gun laws were so lax that any citizen in his right mind could carry such weaponry, even in such a peaceful place as the park, and unleash it at the slightest hint of need. Clearly, the jogger would be claiming self-defence in this one.

I had no luxury, however, of gun or excuse, and I quickly fled from the two and into the shadows before they made a dead man of me. I would have to be more careful in selecting my prey in the future; unless I developed superhuman dodging and martial arts capabilities, the odds of me handling a gun user were stiffly unfavorable.



But, eventually, I found new targets. Ones who didn't have guns. I took them on, that mismatched pair, and, through taxing effort, actually managed to kill one.



My first kill. Now the Death Squads would be hunting me for sure.

I managed to escape the park without further incident, but my bloodlust was still unsated. The next day, despite the increasing paranoia I was feeling, I went to the Electric Pixie Internet Cafe.



It wasn't long before I had introduced another conservative snob to the might of my fists.



On my way out the door, I encountered another close call with an armed conservative; I was most fortunate to have dodged the fire that computer programmer unleashed at me. Screaming something about broken code and the infallibility of binary, he surprised me with an ambush. I barely managed to escape.



I made the newspaper again, though. Free speech had ceased to exist in America, so the papers were harshly regulated in what they could report; none of them were able to detail the brutality in which I had murdered those heartless wretches.

Well, as long as I still drew breath, they wouldn't be my last victims. or their part in victimizing America, I would see to it that they all suffered.



Even the ones at the Natural Carrot Juice Bar.



Especially the elderly relaxing with glee at the Natural Carrot Juice Bar.



As I made my escape, I suddenly found myself nearly surrounded by DeathSquad Officers. Powerful and intimidating, with their crisp-cut black suits, they were an incredible force to be reckoned with, superior in skill and ability to many men. They acted with brutal precision to stamp down any threat to the status quo; I, obviously, had become one such threat.



But the newfound power within me managed to give me the ability to outrun all six of them, and I knew when I made it back to my apartment that they hadn't managed to track me. Still, that had been a particularly close affair. The government would only try harder to snuff me. I considered easing off the pedal, taking a break, pursuing another avenue of the Liberal Agenda.



But my bloodlust would not be denied.



I bashed their bodies with almost sadistic glee.



If only my "counselor" could see the man I had become. Despite the many pitfalls of childhood, I still had managed to blossom into something incredible all on my own. The conservatives of this country would know my name and despair.



In my hubris, I next sought the conservatives in the high-class Semin Apartment Complex. I talked to the Landlord of the building while there; perhaps he had heard of me, or saw the fire in my eyes - in either case, he felt inspired by my political discussion and sought to learn more later that night.



But such consultations were not the purpose for my coming there. I stalked the halls of the complex, picking at every door, bashing down several others, seeking my delicious prey. Yet they had hidden from me, knew I was coming somehow. For the life of me, I could not figure out where they had gone, and, as the minutes passed during my search, I grew increasingly angry and wrathful.

So wrathful, in fact, that I set myself upon the first two conservative scum I saw without being mindful of who they were and, more precisely, what they were wielding.



It would have been a fitting end for me to die in that hall, victim of my own arrogance. The bullets had ripped through my leg, creating an agonizing - and unexpected - pain. I fled immediately, somehow managing to escape down the stairwells without further fire, though, by the time I had dragged myself to the exit...



...the three bullet wounds had torn open, leaking a profuse amount of blood.



I had managed to make it back home, somehow, despite the injuries; though the Croft Apartment Complex was not that far from Semin, I struggled to make it every step of the way. Even now, as I write this with trembling hands, I question whether I'll survive the next day. My mind beseeches my heart to allow me to drown myself in alcohol and drugs - but I can't. If I lose my reason, if I lose myself... then the conservatives will have won.

And, as long as I can draw breath, I will never, ever allow that to happen.

[Grimith]

Update 003: Video

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The morning after my foolishness at the Semin Apartment Complex, I found myself sitting tentatively in my apartment, half-choking through a glass of orange juice, trying to decide on my next course of action.

I was badly wounded, particularly in my left leg. I didn't have much field experience in first aid, and the bullet wounds in my left leg could have become infected. My heart wouldn't matter if I died before saving this country from the conservative deathgrip.

But I couldn't just go to the Free CLINIC. I ruled that option out quickly. What if the Deathsquads went looking for me there? It wasn't hard to determine I had been severely injured. They would look at the hospital for sure; despite how Liberal-friendly the clinic is, they could have accidentally turned me over to the government. I'd be dead on arrival.

The only sane option, I reasoned, was to attempt to find others similar to me... like-minded liberals who had been screwed by the world and sought to redeem this country from the Arch-Conservatives. However, given my condition, I would be an easy target if I tried any haunt remotely near the cleaner aspects of the city.



So I went to the ghetto.



I immediately began to question the validity of my judgment in coming here. Improperly bandaged, with a makeshift crutch, I sure didn't feel like a force of Liberalism. Instead, I contemplated whether I'd die in that smelly little ghetto.



Really, really contemplated.



Other than the pain and stumbling, what happened that afternoon is still a blur. The most vivid recollection I have of that day is when a woman came to visit me at home, some time after I must have returned.



"I'm interested to learn more about police brutality," she had said.

"...What in God's name are you babbling about?" was the best query I could come up with. In hindsight, I was extremely lucky she didn't leave me right then and there, but the stars and fates must have taken pity upon me, for she saw my pain and explained to me how I had approached her earlier that day remarking about the brutality of the Death Squads.



Although it was a supremely draining effort on my part, I managed to give her a reasonable enough conversation to merit her return the next day. There were others who visited, too, and I gave them the same sort of effort. Not my proudest night, but it was better than being dead.



The next morning, I firmly resolved to stay indoors and attempt to extract vengeance on the Evil Menace by attacking conservative websites. Although I wasn't very successful, it didn't much matter. My various rambling prayers to the beings above had been answered.



He initially didn't look like much. A lanky giant with a hunchback, Kurt Ross didn't seem like the type of man who could lead or inspire, let alone comfort. Yet, in my talks with him, I detected a not-so-subtle power which guided his thoughts and actions. After I had convinced him to join my effort against conservatism, I knew he'd be my greatest asset.

Especially when I realized he had some experience in First Aid.



The woman from earlier, Julia Skyler, also found herself convinced by my words - and deeds - against the Evil Menace of Conservatism. Along with another mutant, Phillip Leeves, we four resolved to stick together through thick and thin until we all had perished or liberalism reigned free in America once more.



Kurt and Julia tended to my Conservative wounds for a time, whilst I attempted to bring down Evil from afar and Phillip tried to raise donations for the cause. His half-mutated face and lazy eye likely didn't help in this affair, but the downtown apartment didn't come cheap. Next month, I'd have to shell out a considerable chunk of cash or lose the place entirely. Every little bit would help.



After several days of rest and recuperation, I returned to activism and went forth to the nearby slum. The pain hadn't faded entirely, but I could function well, and I knew my efforts were needed as soon as possible. To bring down the Evil which has taken over our country, I need to remain active and focused.

So focused, in fact, that I can recall the initial conversations with other liberals.



As inspiring as they are.



On my way back home that night, I took an opportunity to reflect upon myself and think of all I had done. My bottomless rage against the conservative menace had provided me great energy and opportunity, although I had almost been unlucky enough to let it all slip away. Though I would continue on my path to murder many more of Evil's Servants in the future, I resolved not to be afflicted again by hubris. Such arrogance was unbecoming of a Liberal, and it could only lead towards failure.

[jasonred79]

...nearly hit me with a SMG. Seriously, where had he been hiding that? I shouldn't have been surprised, yet I found myself momentarily flummoxed. The gun laws were so lax that any citizen in his right mind could carry such weaponry, even in such a peaceful place as the park, and unleash it at the slightest hint of need. Clearly, the jogger would be claiming self-defence in this one.

That's a 9mm semiauto, a PISTOL, not an SMG. The only SMG is the MP5.

[Grimith]

Got no excuse for that mistake. I should know better. Thanks for the correction.

[praguepride]

Wow, violent.

Good luck with the deathsquads!

[Jonathan S. Fox]

Love it. I really like watching people play the game, and I enjoy your video commentary. I will very eagerly watch if you continue to post them!

A couple notes:
- All melee attacks are immune to accidentally hitting bystanders
- The link for video 3 actually leads to video 2, but I was able to find the correct video through the sidebar links

[Grimith]

praguepride: No joke. I wouldn't dare to go into rampage mode like this without a founder who could actually flee from them. And that's still no guarantee. In an earlier game, despite a high agility (which I figure is what determines the capability to flee; it makes sense to me, although I'd like to know if I'm wrong), two of the officers managed to catch up to me and very thoroughly murdered my leader. But I like this style of play because it's exciting. I never had much fun with leading squads of guitar-wielders against the Conservative Automatons (other than the initial hilarity of performing such a task).

Jonathan S. Fox: Immunity? Awesome. Now I won't have to risk a turn with the Wait command so the bystanders can flee. As for the video link: dur-hur on my part. I figure my mind was swimming in screenshots and BB code, and I failed to post the correct link.

I'm grateful for the feedback. As I noted, I started this thread to illustrate my preferred style of play - which I only think is worthy doing for an enjoyable game like Liberal Crime Squad. I don't like that many Ironman games (since I'm a perfectionist and whine constantly at the RNG when things don't go my way), but LCS has a charm which makes the mistakes worth living through.

Even if my founder's face gets blasted off.

Anyway: The fourth update will be posted in a few minutes, and I figure I'll have the fifth update up in about another hour. Recording's the easy part; it's the compiling of screenshots and proofreading to avoid more mistakes which is the most time-consuming. Likely for the best, anyway - I'd spend too much time playing the game otherwise.

[Grimith]

Update 004: Video

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I should have sought help from like-minded Liberals much sooner. While waging my own war against the Conservatives - first as a thief against the Corporations, then as an assaulter and murderer in the Evil businesses - I never felt like I was really achieving something. But my limited experience so far with this band of friends has already convinced me that the shooting at the Semin Apartment complex was a divine sign. Because I had survived, I had found others like me who would stand and fight the Conservative Menace. Because I had learned, I knew I would succeed.



Phillip, in particular, was very much independent, and he headed to Hope's Pawnshop one day with some of the Liberal funds. I initially had my doubts about him, for he had not told me what he would be purchasing, but when he had returned with a few crowbars and cans of spraypaint, I smiled and got the idea.

Alas, not everyone else did. Of those outcasts I had invited back to the apartment, in the hopes of finding new recruits, I managed to frighten a few away from the cause.



Louanne, for instance, found my random, blatant murdering very distasteful, and she had decided she would have no part of the Liberal Crime Squad. I was disappointed, for she seemed to have so much potential...

But my forays into the slum hadn't been a total loss. I managed to persuade others, mutants and transients, to join this collective of outcasts in a last-ditch effort to stop the Victory of Evil.



After consulting among themselves, almost all of them had formed a separate squad all their own. Lynette's physical handicaps left her unable to join the force, but six, oddly enough, seemed the most Liberal number for a Squad Fighting Evil. Seven seemed almost conformist.



While I remained at the safehouse with Lynette, the others headed to the North Apartment complex with a crowbar and one of the cans of spraypaint. Although I hadn't been able to go myself, I heard stories of what they had performed on-site...



They sprayed Liberal Graffiti on the site, to inform the masses of the existence and presence of the Liberal Crime Squad...



They tampered with Conservative Security Measures...



They acquisitioned items from the Conservative automatons...



And skillfully evaded detection from the Evil forces.



I couldn't put my finger on how I knew, but I figured they weren't giving me the whole story, particularly with the last point. Still, they all had returned succesfully, and they were all fully motivated. I saw no reason to distrust them. So, when they had decided they felt motivated enough to Go Forth to Stop EVIL in our very own apartment complex, I felt safe enough to approve of such activity. It's not as violent as I would have wanted... but perhaps they, unlike I, needed to start small before they could actively crush the lives of the automatons.



Perhaps that's why they didn't understand my half-puzzled, half-infuriated reaction when they had brought a captured automaton to our safehouse in the very same complex. Kurt, in particular, thought it would be helpful to Enlighten the Conservative swine, to teach him of the many grievous errors in Conservative thought. And all of them, for one reason or another, thought I was best equipped to handle the Enlightenment process.



Not only did I not strangle the life from Ransom Bosanquet - as Conservative and Evil as he was - but I didn't even beat him. Deprive him of Liberal food and water? Yes. Keep him awake with films and materials designed to show him the horrors of Evil? Yes. Open his mind with Liberal drugs? Yes. But I never laid a hand on him...



...and, perhaps, showing me that there were other ways to solve problems besides violence, the Conservative slime crumbled within a week. I had managed to Enlighten him, and he vowed to serve the Liberal cause to the best of his abilities. As his disappearance had not be noted yet by the Deathsquads, I ordered him to return to work and wait for the time we would call upon him to Stop Evil.



The outcasts I had brought together under the banner of the Liberal Crime Squad derived much pleasure from seeing this success on their part. They smiled at me and congratulated me, knowing it had only been my trust in them which had prevented me from bashing the Conservative repeatedly in the face while screaming about Microsoft and Walmart. Had I known how far they would carry this success of theirs, though, Ransom wouldn't have lived past his first day under my care...

[Grimith]

Update 005: Video

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

But, at the time, I didn't consider what they would do next. My body, after all of this time, had finally recovered from the taxing ordeal last month. I hadn't had much face-to-face contact with the automatons for far too long. The public had received too much time to forget about the power and reach of the Liberal Crime Squad. I needed to remind them.



I don't think the others understood how devoted I was to this course of action. Though I would not let pride and arrogance get the better of me, I did not doubt the power I felt coursing through my veins. Within me, I had the ability to bring down the Evil Arch-Conservative Machine, one fiend at a time. I resolved, as I engaged once more with Conservative forces at the Latte Stand, to ensure that all of those who joined me on my crusade would come to see this course of action as the best.



Despite the danger to Self.



While I reintroduced the masses to my form of Liberal Justice, the others had decided to continue Stopping Evil in the apartment complex where we lived. I, of course, found this idea Conservative: why attract heat and attention to where we lived? But I did not oppose their works too adamantly; if they needed to Juice Up themselves before they could perform my daring feats of Activity against Evil, then I would let them.



But I had a sneaking suspicion...



...as I reintroduced the Glory of Liberalism to automatons in the park...



...that my newfound allies...



...despite all I had shown them about my Liberal Crusade...



...would find a way to test this newfound trust and friendship of ours to the very brink.



After taking great pains to ensure that the Death Squad Officers could neither catch nor track me, I returned home to my safehouse downtown and discovered that my friends, in my absence, had not only looted the nearby buildings in the apartment but had seized not one, not two, but three Conservatives for Enlightenment.

I told them their idea was highly Conservative. Stealing from the automatons next door was one affair, but kidnapping them was another idea entirely. What if an officer got suspicious and discovered them in the apartment? What if one of them had managed to escape? They were far too much of a liability, and I would have been more than thrilled to end every single one of their lives.



Consequently, I found myself very surprised the next day when I began the Education of Colin McMurray, to strip away the Lies and Deceit of Evil and fill him with Liberal Vigor. But I refused to deal with all three hostages; I could only properly reeducate one automaton at a time. My recruits/allies/symbiotics agreed, and we all set to work on swelling our Liberal ranks.



Despite the damage Evil Brainwashing had done to these Servants of Conservatism...



I never doubted, not for a single moment...



Our ability to convince the automatons of the flaws in their beliefs. Granted, it took several days before the last saw Liberal Reason (as if there were any other kind? Ha!), but none of us ever dreamed of faltering in our task, much less failing.



Providence had been most decidedly with us in this affair as well, for none of the Enlightened had been reported missing to the Deathsquads. We returned these newly Liberalized people to the world, where they could lay low and resume their duties in the hope that, someday in the future, they would be able to aid the Liberal Cause from their positions in hiding.

But that day seemed far away, and a more immediate concern of mine were the gloating grins and smiles on the faces of my comrades after the final Enlightened left our safehouse. I told them not to get too overconfident; I remained unconvinced that such activities were the best way to serve the Liberal Cause, and I resolved to continue to Go Forth to Stop Evil every chance I could.

The Arch-Conservative Agenda had been almost entirely rubberstamped through complacency and inaction. I had to fight back the best way I knew how before it was too late to Stop Evil.

[jasonred79]

You might as well just set your sleepers to promote liberalism, since effectiveness doesn't go up in the current version.

[praguepride]

Effectiveness does go up in this version, I swear I've seen it!

Also, I love your mutant army. I guess I never noticed how awesome mutants were for soldiers with their obscene double digit heart/agility/health/charisma (sometimes).... wow!

You could easily turn them into a guitar squad with such high charisma & heart, and then with those stats for agility and health to let them laugh at bullets, well...this picture sums it up:



You could Rock into Mordor (translation, Outskirts buildings)

[Grimith]

jasonred79: 4.01.4 keeps track of the effectiveness numbers rising each month, and one of the bullet points for the immediately previous version has sleepers who lay low listed as being able to very slowly gain infiltration. Now, that could just be the game lying to me, but none of my sleepers have ever been caught and/or arrested when they were at 100% effectiveness. The RNG may just love me, but I highly doubt I could maintain such consistent luck, month after month, with folks who had originally started with 16% effectivness - like a young teenager-turned-political activist I had stationed at the CEO House. He really couldn't aid my cause the way I wanted him to for several game years.

In the event all of that is coincidence, however, I'm too set in my play style regarding sleepers to start using them before they're listed as having very high infiltration. It's not like I really need their help, anyway.

praguepride: To be honest, I didn't know how obscene the mutant stat numbers could get until I started this playthrough. I'm thinking some of their stats, particularly their charisma (if they're actually mutated in some form or another) shouldn't be that high at all, but I won't complain with the results. They definitely make up for my Transient who has the soul-crushing 1 Agility/Strength.

Everyone: I've finished recording the videos for the next three updates for the playthrough; as a matter-of-fact, all three of them have already been uploaded to my Dailymotion account, and you can watch them individually or through the playlist I created. I don't have the screenshot updates ready to present, however, due to fatigue on my part. Barring calamity, those updates will be available some time tomorrow, but I wanted to allow the folks who are interested in the videos the opportunity to watch them now. If you liked the first five, then you should find these equally - if not moreso enjoyable, particularly in the eighth video when I really start making mental errors. Definitely not an expert playthrough.

[jasonred79]

oh wow! I didn't realise that! The whole infiltration thing has been changed so many times, I wasn't sure what the rules for this version was. Thanks.

BTW, in video 7, your sleeper is repairing the clothes *on his back*! Yeah, basically, all LCS members, if not assigned a job, will automatically start to do laundry, clean their clothes that they are wearing, repair them, etc etc. So, it's not a bug, it's because it's rare that sleepers have dirty broken clothing. Because you usually kidnap them in pristine condition anyhow.

BTW, in video 6, why did you break off the dates? Just press E and kidnap them? I mean, you tried kidnapping, too dangerous, so ask them on dates and... then kidnap? Why not?

I'm hoping you actually continue this until you finish the game. So far, there hasn't been a Let's Play of LCS which ends in the country being liberalised. You should be the first!