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[Grimith]

Update 010: Video 10A \ 10B

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(Upon reviewing the video for Update 010, I noticed I had said the higher of Strength or Agility formed the cap for Martial Arts. I misspoke; the lower of the two forms the cap, and you can obviously see as much from my founder's profile. I apologize for the error.)



Kurt knocked on my door not long after I had settled down for the night. His interruption was timely, for my thoughts disabled me from sleeping.

"Grimith, we need to talk."

We went outside into the crisp cool night, careful not to disturb the others in the apartment. He opened up to me, shared his recent thoughts, how he had considered leaving the Liberal/Mutant Crime/Liberation Squad and working on his own to repel Conservatism. Yet, no matter his distaste for my violent methods, he found himself incapable of refuting their overall effectiveness.

"Not one of us has died, man. And I can't help but see the impact we've made. The government is running scared, more scared than it's ever been in a long time. What you're doing... no, what WE'RE doing is making a difference. It may not be the way I want it done, but I know it can achieve the same dream result."

When I had shared my own worries and concerns with him, he laughed and punched me on the shoulder.

"No way you let the Conservatives corrupt you, brother, but I can't deny the taint of their rule is upon us all. I've done some thinking about this - rest assured, I wouldn't be telling you otherwise - but what we have done and what we will continue to do is essential to saving this nation, this planet. No one, until now, has achieved as much as us. So for you to doubt yourself? No way in hell, my friend. No way in hell."

Yet again, as we embraced, I considered myself incredibly lucky to have Kurt on my side. In one morning, he simultaneously confirmed his continued devotion to the cause and cast away my self-doubt.

"You head back to the others," I told him after we had finshed. "Keep them together and organized today. The menace won't annihilate itself, after all, and I've had enough rest."



With but a parting nod, we went our separate ways, and I soon found myself before a familiar haunt...



...containing familiar automatons...



...all deserving of Vigilante Liberal Justice.

Over the next few days, as I continued to Go Forth to Stop Evil, I encountered two people very much interested in the Liberal Cause: Ted English and Patricia Quick. Ted was a hulking brute of a man, veteran of Corporate-funded wars, disillusioned over the current state of government, and more than happy to serve the cause. Patricia had once lived her life as a writer, but the Arch-Conservatives had put her out of business years ago for material of hers which they had found highly inappropriate. I informed them of the risks in associating with the LCS, but they joined us all the same. The safehouse was getting crowded.

Later that night, Patricia pulled me aside for a conversation. These past few months, she said, the LCS has built terror in the hearts of Conservative leadership and captured the hearts of people from coast to coast. But we, she suggested, needed to spin that high popularity into influencing the public even more, and we wouldn't be able to do that through murderous sprees in latte stands and parks. We needed to go where the Conservatives lived and thrived - their Corporate Machines of Inequity and Pollution - and shut them down in the name of Liberal Justice.



After conferring with Kurt and receiving effusive praise over Patricia's idea, I found myself the next afternoon standing before the Oil Refinery.



Then inside the Oil Refinery...



...with Conservatives scattering in my wake...



...soon leaving me alone in the wreckage of the ravaged factory.

But I had dallied too long in destroying the Evil here, and I couldn't make it to the exit before I heard very familiar sounds: the rhythmic march of boots, accompanied with shouts of fervor and the rustle of well-armed, well-armored men.



The Death Squads had arrived, and I was alone.



Bloodlust and skill aside, to reveal myself to them would be suicidal. Each member of the DS was highly trained, skilled in the arts of war and terror. I fought my best unarmed, and, if conditions were exceedingly favorable, I could up to three officers before being downed. But an entire squad, to say nothing of the multiple squads seeking me in the ruin? I had no chance against them head-to-head. I decided to hide until those nearby went deeper into the factory before making a beeline for the exit.



The plan was far from perfect...



...but the Luck of Liberalism had again been on my side. Out in the open, the DS could not hope to catch me. I outran them all and returned to the safehouse by nightfall, greeted with cheers over my success and hushed silence as I told them all of what had transpired.



But Patricia was sour the next morning.

"You single-handedly ruined the Oil Refinery, put it out of commission and left the greedy Corporate-minded high and dry, and the most the media writes is a small blurb in The Times!?"

She knew, better than any of us, the tight control the Conservatives had on the media outlets, and, even with a recent ease in the laws limiting free speech, very little information the government didn't sanction seeped out into the public.

But I believed, as did Kurt, as did the others, that what I had done last night transcended the limitations of the media. The people whispered to each other about the power of the Liberal Crime Squad, and the total devastation done to the Oil Factory outside Boston greatly advanced the popularity of the cause.

Patricia wanted a miracle today. So did all of us. But we knew it would take time to pry the Conservative grip off our nation. Time and effort, which we all knew we had in our hearts to give.

Only we could stop ourselves from realizing the dream.

[jasonred79]

Looks like a front page article to me... anyhow, if Patricia wants a better article, write one herself! Now, if you can just scrounge up a printing press...

[Grimith]

On that thread, I just thought about what a shame it is that there are no Newspaper outlets for you to raid. Sure, there's television and radio news stations, but what about being able to raid as something epic as The Times itself!? You could have a special action relating to commandeering the printing press and emphasizing the issues you want. Since it would be a very Conservative outlet, trusted by the automatons, the Liberal information you could issue from it would be highly profound and shocking!

But, eh, that was just a sudden thought regarding the matter. There are already news outlets in the game, and a printing press is fairly inexpensive. No point for such a site unless you want more of a variety. Why, you could even populate the place with Desk Jockeys, Journalists, and Editors. Not to mention a few Corporate types who would undoubtedly possess great interest in their business!

...But that is a serious digression, best left to the suggestion thread. Update 11, perhaps even 12, should be introduced later this evening.

[Grimith]

NEWSFLASH: The video for Update 11 can be viewed here. I've had it uploaded for about two hours now, but I didn't post anything immediately because I've been spending this time creating a music video/montage of sorts. Well, I did, but there's one problem: It sucks. So I'm not uploading it. I'm going to chalk that up to a "it's been way too long since I tinkered with videos" experience, keep it for posterity (and a few humorous bits), and get on with my life.

-EDIT: I offered tantalizing promises of another video update and failed to deliver because I was getting my geek on. Alas.

-EDIT2: Imageshack is continuing to make images disappear. I am currently in the process of clearing out old pictures and uploading all of my LCS pictures onto my Photobucket account.

-EDIT3: All screenshot links in the updates have been switched from Imageshack to Photobucket. Due to the way I had named the screenshots for the past ten updates, I may have gotten confused while placing the links and matched the wrong image to the wrong section. If you notice incorrect screeshots (or missing ones; the blank space will be a giveaway), please inform me so I may correct the problem. Thank you in advance.

Now that I'm finished with this labor, I can get to work creating the narrative update for Update 11. I remembered this morning that I have a program called Screen Capture Professional which also operates on Alt+PrtSc, so that'll further streamline the process and get the story update done sooner.

And, of course, the quicker I finish that... the quicker I'll record more videos. Huzzah!

[Grimith]

Update 011: Video 11A \ 11B

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I have never been as busy during any time of my life as I have during this single month of May - and it's not even halfway finished. After my assault on the city Oil Refinery, all of us started determining which other Conservative strongholds should be targeted next. We all agreed that I should represent the cause at these sites while the others tended to various Liberal activities.

Our next target was the Fire Station. Not too long ago, the building had which had, at one point, been the homebase for special Arch-Conservative Firemen trained to torch material offensive to Conservative Thought. After Congress forced a laxing of Free Speech laws, however, the building had reverted back to its firefighting-self.



Axes weren't as dangerous as flamethrowers, but they were still a signficant hazard.



Despite the recent turnaround in Free Speech laws, we figured the Conservatives hadn't done away with their special book-burning flamethrowers, the Firemen they had trained, or the furnaces in which they torched countless magazines, papers, pamphlets, and other Conservative-opposed media. Consequently, my objective was to delve through the Fire Station, seek evidence of these wrongdoings, and bring them to light for the masses.



The mission turned out to be a bust, however, and I was thankful I had elected to wear my newly acquired suit of Army Body Armor. Though I had been able to dodge many of the clumsy attacks, a few firefighters scored hits... only to find they had done no damage. Even after doing away with another wave of attackers, I realized I had tarried too long and left before the Death Squads could arrive.

Disappointed in our failure, we chose an easier target for the next day. I arrived at The Surnow Gentlemen's Club, with the objective to kill - perhaps even kidnap - the undoubtedly important Corporate Evils relaxing within Inequality.



Unsurprisingly, Club Security took offense to my AK-47.



I wonder if he feels differently about the matter now.

Though I murdered and maimed a handful of security guards for the club and killed a couple of Corporate Managers, I had failed to find anyone particulary important in the Corporate Hierarchy. Derailed once again, we thought carefully before choosing my next assignment:

Scott Cosmetics.



The heavy consumerism inherent in Arch-Conservative society demanded the finest of goods for the masses. Scientists turned to experimenting on animals in order to cut corners and save costs. Animals were just as deserving of the right to live and enjoy freedom as we humans were, and I set forth to illustrate that to the masses.



The Lab Techs didn't much approve of my Liberal Ways, but a firm strike with the butt of my rifle proved they didn't know the finer points of combat. Unfortunately, one of them had a pistol, and, after dispatching the two, I could not stanch the bloodflow and had to leave the site.

But I returned the following day...



...and found myself firing wildly when Security accosted me at the door. We traded fire for several minutes, but, after the inital shock of surprise wore off, they had lost their chance to defeat me. Still, I had lost any advantage in raiding the site at the point, as the Death Squads would be drawing close by now. Reluctantly, I left...



...and discovered, the following day, that Corporate Evil spared little expense in protecting the Cosmetics Research Facility.



Very little expense.

Though I dispatched the security which had appeared to stop me, I was in no condition to continue fighting. Bleeding as I was, I returned to the safehouse, where the others insisted I relax and I vehemently refused. I wouldn't allow the Conseratives to believe, not for one minute, that they had achieved a victory, however small, over the Liberal Crime Squad.



So I went to Cavill Genetics, site of grotesque, inhumane, Arch-Conservative experiments. Though people were at times hard-pressed to believe how in danger animals were through cosmetic experimentation, they couldn't refute the horrors genetic manipulation had afflicted upon these living beings. I resolved to inform the masses of the vileness involved in this sort of research.



The day didn't quite go the way I visualized..



Neither did the day after. For some of our animal friends, I had been far too late in coming to save them. With sorrow, I put them out of their misery.

Though we were stopped from fully realizing our goals at each site, the Liberal Crime Squad did not give up. The next morning, we decided to raid Ivanson Garment Makers, a nationwide chain responsible for the illicit imprisonment of an inestimable number of workers. Rather than deport those the government deemed "illegal immigrants," the Corporations just made them disappear.



'Well,' I thought, 'let's see how well the Corporates leash these men and women after I destroy their machinery and release the oppressed.'



I would not be denied.

Not until I had gutted nearly the entire factory had I realized I lost track of time. Dimly, towards the front of the building, I could hear the boots of the DS march inexorably into the factory, seeking their elusive prey.



Though I did my best to evade detection...



...the officers were too skilled to let me leave (further) unscathed. Miraculously, despite the three new bulletholes in my left leg, I managed to evade capture and escape the DS. When I returned to the safehouse, long after nightfall, I was greeted with both adulation and looks of concern. Though preliminary news reports hinted at what I had done, the pained look upon my face revealed how close I had come to death. If my leg had been blown out from under me...

But the others united to help dispel such worries from me, and I had managed to get some sleep. Yet I thought I was still dreaming the next morning when Patricia burst into my room the next morning and flung a newspaper at my head.

"Now THAT'S a feature!"

Confused and addle-minded, I didn't understand what she meant until I picked up the paper, turned it right-side up, and squinted my eyes.



The Corporations couldn't hide the utter devastation of an entire factory; no way, no how, not in America. After The Globe had gotten word of what the Liberal Crime Squad had done, they made damn sure their best journalists had been put on the report. Though the police struggled mightily to reveal as little as possible to the media, the ruin I had left in Ivanson's guaranteed a news story worthy of the scale we imagined.

It had taken us several tries, but we managed to get it right.

Looking up from the paper towards Patricia's beaming face, I mustered a smile and said, "Gather everyone together. The war's not over, but this battle's ours, and we're damn celebrating it tonight."

Even in the face of the Nightmare, we all needed to unwind. If we dared to lose sight of that for which we fought, then our cause would falter, and we would succumb to self-defeat. Because, as we joked and laughed later that night, we affirmed the feeling within our hearts that Liberalism would triumph in the end.

[Zsword]

This is really cool. Can't wait to see more. BTW, if you feel your commentaryis starting to run dry, and you need you something to spice it up, I also have small expierence LPing and would be more than happy to offer my services as a guest commentator.

PS: To anyone who just had the brilliant idea of checking me out on youtube, don't, I hate my commentary, I lack a focus. The way I figure is if I'm a guest commentator, I don't have to worry about it as much seeing as I'm not the one running the gig.

[Grimith]

Update 012: Video

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In between the laughter and drinking and overall hilarity involved in a Liberal Party Night, I managed to compile opinion poll data regarding the outlook the masses had on various issues in our country:




Considering how uninspired I'm sure the masses were at the start of the New Year, before the Liberal Crime Squad made its debut in that Latte Stand, these numbers - somehow gathered inspite of Conservative monitoring - only assured the strong feeling I had that we were going to overturn the Corporate-controlled government.

Of course, that would have to wait until our Liberal elections took place. I could accept that. The automatons wouldn't be able to fix any damn thing in the face of the moral outrage we would continue to stir; by the time elections were held, I knew we would be prepared.

I woke up early the morning after the party and decided, alone, what my next course of action would be. While toying with a Liberally Acquisitioned expensive suit and reflecting upon the poll data from last night, I had an idea. See, though the masses very much knew who the Liberal Crime Squad was, none of them had the opportunity to see or hear any of their members on a broad scope. So I resolved to make amends by journeying to the bigwig cable station downtown...



Not for the first time, upon my arrival at the Cable News Station, I questioned the architectural effort Conservatives put into their designs. Honestly, why would they move the main broadcasting stage to the front of the building? Did they want the News Anchors who spoon-fed the masses the Evil Propaganda to be able to get to the stage as quickly as possible if they were running late to work? Hell, maybe they just did it so Liberals like me who were fighting the system would worry so much about not having a map of the building... only to acquire one and realize that all they needed to do was walk through the front door and turn right. Unless they were walking in reverse. Then they'd need to turn le-- not very important, Grimith. Let's just move on.

Understandably, it wasn't very difficult for me to make it to the stage. The Conservatives there were quite mortified by my presence, but one look at the AK-47 in my hands and the dried blood on my armor and they knew not to disobey. Just as good, too. I wasn't for filming mass executions for viewing consumption.



So, with the cameras rolling and the network broadcasting, I got on stage and starting talking to the people. Despite my convictions regarding the horridness of genetic research, however, I admit I felt a bit silly. Rather than elect to wear the expensive suit, after all, I had on my army bodyarmor, and I carried an assault rifle. Though there would be viewers who connected with what I had to say, I knew some would be turned off by the sight of so gruesome a specimen. I felt the show turned out all right, but I resolved to do better the next time I was on camera.

After I finished my speech, however, I decided I had not done enough on-site. I needed to break down the public's opinion of the news network, and I resolved to do that by making the station appear as vulnerable as the Ivanson's factory I had gutted. I stalked the halls, rifle in hand, destroying Conservative tools, acquisitioning equipment for the Cause, and, naturally...



...dispensing Liberal Justice to the automatons.

By the time I had nearly finished with devastating the Propaganda Station, I could hear the rabble of a mob entering the ruined halls, searching for the bastard who had ruined their Early Morning Banjo Broadcast. For whatever reason, the Death Squads hadn't responded the alarm, leaving them to deal with little old me.



I didn't back down.



How could these backwoods, ignorant hillbillies hope to stand in the way of Liberal Justice and prevail?



They had arrived in dusty old pickup trucks, yet they decided, for whatever foolish reason, to attempt to chase me down on foot. Biggest mistake ever. If I could outrun the DS, then these overweight, underskilled yokels were mere child's play.



The next morning, I found myself before the other key building spewing Conservative Lies in Boston: the AM Radio Station. Though I had no map of the locale, I didn't worry so much - Conservative architechts and planners had proven themselves, time and again, to be incapable of strategy; either that or they were so filled with hubris that they dared anyone to oppose them. Regardless, I had no worries as I marched through the front door and into the Conservative Hive.



The Conservatives, however, had either done a better job here or had panicked and quickly moved the main recording booth from the front of the building, for I didn't have an easy time finding its locale...



...forcing me to methodically search...



...every damn nook and cranny...



...until I, at last, found my objective. Not that it did me much good. I had not prepared a topic for discussion, so I rambled aimlessly for a time about the inadequacies and lies the Cable News Station - before I shut it down yesterday - had spewed. Another all right show, but I figured I needed time to warm up towards public speaking. Given how I had been a loner for most of my life, either avoiding others altogether or manipulating a select few within a clique, I didn't yet have the skills to truly motivate the masses through the power of the spoken word. But I was sure, given enough practice, that I could properly adjust.

Until that day, however...



...I decided I would settle for dispensing more Vigilante Liberal Justice to the automatons. Lady Liberalism knew they needed it. In fact, the desire to dispense such Justice in Her name to the Corporates led me back, the day after my raid on the radio station, to the restructured Aluminum Factory. Though I bothered not to raise a hand to murder any of the Conservatives there, rest assured:



They knew my wrath all the same.

Encouraged by Kurt and the others to stay in the safehouse the next day, in order to avoid overworking myself, I took the opportunity to form an opinion poll once again and see if my actions had made an impact upon the masses.




I believe the numbers speak for themselves.

Grimith out.

[Grimith]

Update 013: Video 13A \ 13B

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Though Kurt and the others had tried to convince me to relax the next several days and allow the gunshot wounds in my body to heal, I couldn't entirely relax. After all, outside our safehouse, the Nightmare still existed all around us. The war wouldn't be won with sloth. So, while I didn't go on-site anymore, I still went out in the early mornings to attempt to steal a car. A sportscar, really. My next objectives were on the outskirts of the city, and I felt I would need a fast car in case the situation got dicey.

As was often the case when facing the Conservative Menace, what happened didn't quite match the idea.




Then, of course, when no one interrupted me and I managed to acquisition a car...



...it fell far short of expectations.

So I tried again.



And again.



And again...



Finally, after I had finished dealing with the pair of officers who had come to stop my thievery, I decided that acquiring a sportscar was really a Conservative idea, and I decided to go for a different target the next morning.



Before noon, I had already returned to our apartment safehouse in the new vehicle I acquired for the cause. I didn't know how effective it wouldbe in a high speed chase, or if the Conservatives wouldn't get alarmed just by the sight of the cab and its driver at the places I planned to visit in it, but I felt confident enough to handle whatever the automatons had in store for me.

While making my final preparations, the end of the month arrived, and the Supreme Court announced its rulings on several of the issues in this country:



The majority of the Justices in our highest court did their damndest to help repeal the Conservative Nightmare. We had another party in the safehouse over the recent advances in Liberalism, particularly when we heard that the oldest of the Justices, a stanch Arch-Conservative, had stepped down from office. The replacement was still Conservative, but that was progress all the same. It would take a long time before we could empty out the Supreme Court and fill it with Elite Liberals, but we accepted that burden onto our shoulders with ease. At least we could see a time where the court would be in our favor.

After another day of rest to allow my body to recover fully, I drove out to the Nuclear Power Planet powering the vast majority of the state. Since the Conservatives had settled into power and begun applying their Evil Propositions, nuclear energy had become the primary form of power in this country. Could the automatons not recall Three Mile Island and Chernobyl, or did they just not care?



I resolved to illustrate the perils of nuclear energy to the people myself.



The Conservatives who had designed this plant, however, knew better than to leave the primary power controls so close to the entrance. Consequently, under the guise of my Lab Coat...



...I had to search the entirety of the complex...



...just like I had to do at the AM Radio Station...



...before I found my objective. Possessing only a rudimentary knowledge of scientific affairs and nuclear energy, I relied on intellect and instinct to manipulate the controls. I succeeding in shutting down the reactor, but I had tripped an alarm during the process, and I found myself fleeing from the plant as fast as I could before the DS arrived.



Patricia beamed brightly at me the next morning before I left for my next target. The Daily had devoted the front page to a special covering what I had done the day prior. There were also numerous opinion pieces detailing how mortified they were that one man could render the entire plant so impotent. Had he, instead, desired to cause a reactor meltdown...

I resolved not to let myself get distracted by the news, and, when I had arrived at Regional Corporate HQ, I set my mouth into a firm line of Conservative thought. One as sharply dressed as I would not be jocular and friendly; they would cower those lower than them with but a glare.



Overall, the run had been successful, even though I had failed to crack open the Executive Safe. Though the automatons knew that someone was amon them who didn't belong, my disguise expertly fooled them. Truly, they were not as wise as they led themselves to believe: in all of my crimes, I knew that cameras had captured photos of my face. Yet none of the scum and sleaze within the building recognized me. My transporation to the site had been a recently stolen taxicab, of which I was the driver, yet the Corporate Evil failed to place any significance in the affair.



I knew Conservatives were incompetent, but when I successfully escaped the building after looting it so thoroughly and managed not to be spotted, despite the numerous electronic gadgets I had been carrying with me...

The mind reels. How in Lady Liberalism's name did the Conservatives even come to power with such incompetents leading the way? Had they only grown lax in the face of unorganized threat, or were the masses truly to blame for being so unresponsive in the face of Conservatism?

Regardless, after another successful mission, we all held another party and, like before, I took the time out from celebration to compile an opinion poll.




Grimith out.

(Updates are on hold for now while I do some other stuff, like try to contact Zsword. I left him a PM; maybe he'll respond to it, providing he got it! Who knows? It is a mystery...

But, no, seriously, there's plenty of update material available for you folks to cope. This is a big forum, too. I'm sure you all will manage.)

[Jonathan S. Fox]

I CAN'T MANAGE! 

I'm slightly sad you aren't playing with the CCS, since about now is when they'd get started, and it would be fun for you track them down and crush them. Oh well!

I hope you'll crack a couple of safes eventually!

[Grimith]

Whenever I allow the CCS in one of my games, I get angry because they keep going on rampages and make themselves look like incompetent morons - which they are, but that's irrelevant to my point. If I wait until they appear normally, then it's too late for them to affect the issues. If I let them start right from the beginning, then I get stacks of newspaper rampage spam. It's quite depressing.

But, just so you know, I figure I'm going to be doing another LCS LP after this one, equipped with both Nightmare Mode and We Didn't Start The Fire action. Just to illustrate how failtrain the CCS is.

[Jonathan S. Fox]

They may be rampaging when they should be making successful attacks. I thought I'd fixed that but I have sneaking suspicion that it's not actually fixed.

[Grimith]

I have seen them make successful attacks from time to time... but, I don't know. Perhaps my memory's a bit rusty on the affair, and I'm over-exaggerating. Regardless, like I mentioned earlier: I'm strongly considering doing another LP after I finish this one which contains an active and "powerful" CCS. It'll also be video-only unless there's a strong outcry.

-EDIT: Video 14 has been finished for a while, but it's not finished uploading yet. I was able to get started on it sooner than I thought. The upload will be finished in another forty-five minutes, so, if you're interested, check back then. I doubt there'll be a narrative update to go along with it... but I do believe I've done quite enough so far in this thread. So there. =P

[Grimith]

Video 14 - Dailymotion Slightly edited because of Dailymotion length restriction.
Video 14 - Veoh Uncut.
Video 14A \ 14B - YouTube Added after the fact through Edit.

Here's the story:

Zsword offered to do guest commentary for one of my videos, and I, being inexperienced in the ways of creating video game logs for the internet, decided that, well, since I never had a guest commentator before, why not take him up on his offer? After I recorded Video 14 sans audio, I sent it to him and called him over Skype so we could record the audio for the video together.

That's why my voice is very noticeably louder than his; besides the fact that I'm a boisterous guy, his voice has to carry from my speakers to my internal laptop microphone.

Anyway, we had to do two takes of the recording session (many jokes and much awkwardness were left behind in the first version) because I, in my idiocy, decided to full-screen WMP and then tell Camstudio to record full screen. Twenty minutes and 609 MB later, I realized I needed to L2Think and asked Zsword if he'd be kind enough to do another take with me. He was, and here are the fruits of our labor.

I enjoyed recording a video with him (as well as talking to him); while I thoroughly enjoy LCS, and I would have said something remotely humorous over the course of the video - like in regards to the Pet Warped Bear and losing my taxicab - having his presence injected a new line of thought which, I believe, makes the video more enjoyable than the others... even though we don't talk too much about what's happening on-screen. If you (seven) folks who keep track of this LGWI/LP enjoyed this style of commentary as well, then I'll keep it in mind for future videos if anyone else wants to join me on a trek through Grimith Slaughters All. If, on the other hand, you folks would rather hear me plod along with my booming voice in the videos, then that's cool too; just tell me so.

For that matter, I ask those of you who read and enjoy this thread to advertise it to folks who enjoy LP-style readings/watchings, enjoy Liberal Crime Squad, and/or you think could enjoy something like this. Despite how much I hate on the peaceful style of play, the game's open-ended and fun, and I hope that I can encourage folks who've never heard about the game or given it much thought to play it more and share their stories in the Curses subforum.

...Also, if there are any lurkers out there, stop lurking and post. Seriously. Share. Even if you think I suck. Especially if hippies are your favorite recruits. Go ahead and share.

OK, that's enough spewing of Liberal tolerance for me. Read you folks later.

...

One more thing:

Thanks, Zsword!

[jasonred79]

Why does Grimith not go on a *MURDEROUS RAMPAGE*tm in the CEO residence and all those areas? What's with the sudden change to stealth?

I was looking forward to slaughter of conservatives in all the issue sites... kill the guard dogs, mercenaries, death squads, etc!!!

Besides, AFAIK, murdering 5 conservatives has a larger effect than pressing the red button...

[Grimith]

I think I can answer your questions:

1. I didn't want to lose the taxicab. My founder's driving skill is nonexistant, and there's no way I would have entertained the idea of trying to flee from Conservatives in a high speed chase unless he had been near death and one of his legs had been blown to smithereens. In part, I avoided causing too much ruckus at those sites because I wanted to keep driving the cab for as long as I could. Clearly, I failtrained when I drove it to the Halls of Ultimate Judgment by mistake and lost the damn thing, but mistakes happen.

2. I thought it would be cool to illustrate the fact that I am capable of playing stealthily, especially since it's a change from how I have been playing. Sneaking unnoticed through the Police Station while getting caught each time I went into the CEO Residence also illustrates the inherent humor in the RNG. Guard dogs or not, I thought the Death Squads would notice me and bring the pain.

3. I keep laughing every time I unequip the AK-47 and the Conservatives fail to notice it in Grimith's pants.

4. I tempt the RNG regularly, but I'm not suicidal. DS Officers carry M16s, and Mercenaries carry AR-15s. While I have no qualms with tempting my luck against individuals or small groups, I shy away from engaging full complements of either of those NPCs with one man. I have replacement members who could take the mantle should my founder fall, but I would definitely have to come up with a different perspective for the narrative. Unless I decide to let him write a ghost journal.

5. I wanted a break from violence. Don't worry: I'm not going to go out and recruit hippies, give them guitars, and have them sing us some songs. That'd be absurd. I'll get back to gratuitous killing soon enough. In fact, if anything, I thought the viewers would enjoy the breath of fresh air. I've looked at the issues several times and applied myself at working towards Liberalizing them through non-excessively violent means!

6. My "F" key got tired of the abuse and wanted a break.

7. Buildings are easy to close down via murder sprees - in one instance, I had shut down both the Police Station and Court House with some serious Liberal Justice, and a few of my weaker, less-skilled Liberals managed to get arrested. Didn't have an easy time freeing them, I assure you. I wanted to keep my options on where I could visit in the next video or two; don't know what I'll do for those yet, so I figured I'd wait and see.

8. Gotta give Zsword a reason to guest star on another of my videos: He didn't get to witness Terminator Founder.

9. Gotta give folks who get their jollies from Terminator Founder another reason to keep watching.

10. Because I want to have my founder learn a well-rounded curriculum. He will be the Shepherd of Liberals Yet To Come. They will require learning at his knee.