Trivium, the only reason that I let them do as they pleased without resistance is because I thought there would be no PK involved, I wasn't clear on the rules.
If I got the un-PK, I'd be really grateful, let them retry the raid on me if they wanted to. I've stated my points, I've spoken to loads of people including admin staff about it and most of them agree or have no opinion and I just hope that's enough.
Steam Name: RapidJuice Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:16941386 Character Name: Stephen Kane Admin who issued PK: UU.COTA-STORM.AW.44942, I don't know, he's Overwatch. It masks it. Reason for Un-PK: I've played here for a long time, never have I demanded for someone's character to be permanantly killed, nor have I ever killed a player's character intentionally, or wished for someone's character to be PK'd. So it was a surprise to me, to come back after 14 or so minutes of studying and playing Batman Arkham City, not even noticing my Garry's mod was still running on my minimised screen. I heard around 10 beeps from the computer, so I came back to see people messaging me to get back in and stop being AFK suddenly, for some reason, so I did. Here's what I saw when I came back from it.
So, I'm known amongst Civil Protection to be kind of understanding when it comes to Universal Union affairs, I don't get in their way, I support them, for the most part. So, it's April fools day, they're all surrounding me saying "Lol" etcetera talking about "scaring me", so I play along mostly, even though I'm scared WITLESS. [LOOC] UU.COTA-STORM.AW.44942: then when he comes back scare him [LOOC] UU.COTA-THETA.OWR.23988: Lol So I tell them, just continue, I'm outside the Nexus, it's a holiday, they've been waiting for this, so why not? Aslong as, through common human decency, they don't actually kill my character, all is well, they've had their fun, I've let them play along, saying stuff like; [LOOC] Stephen Kane: xD, nice job guys ;3
So, when I saw UU.COTA-STORM.AW.44942 permanently killed the character 'Stephen Kane'. I kind of went like "Woah woah hold on". I came back from being AFK, literally I needed to stop the AFK timer from kicking me from the server, my Garry's mod was minimised. I hadn't been talking in OOC, like I usually am to tell players the link to the website or whatever help they need, so on their part they knew I was AFK, or could assume. So, after 14-15 minutes I can only assume of them crowding around me, I eventually come back. I could have just let the AFK timer run out, but I didn't since I didn't think it'd be a perma-kill.
Tl;Dr - They didn't /me or roleplay their shots. - They didn't /me or roleplay coming in or spotting me, only random radio codes. - It seems like this is some kind of grudge thing, even though I don't even kill CPs or anything. - I've played on this server for months, this is my favourite character. - Common human decency would let me get away without a PK, I've asked around. - It's April Fool's day, I got bombarded with jokes and tricks earlier, so I thought they were OOC to begin with. - They all spoke in LOOC as if it was a joke. - I wouldn't have been there ICly, my character never hangs around the bar, ever. I only use it go AFK because it's dark. - I would never force a perma-kill on any characters, I would only say NLR. Not even to someone I hated. - This is the only character I have interest in on the server, I have literally no reason to play otherwise.
Kay y'all, since there's so many rules on D6, the areas surrounding it, all that. I'mma make up some questions so you all can answer them with yes/no or whatever you like, but ANSWER THE QUESTION if you're gonna. If not, just write "I dunno" or "No opinion". Players can make their opinions, but admins can state the facts.
1- If a citizen with a weapon outside of D6 for any valid reason, with no intention to use his/her weapon, were to be put into a roleplaying situation which concluded in them in self-defence situation, is that then acceptable for them to utilize the weapon, since they are forced?
2- Is the rule "Units cannot go past this point" for District six, or is it "Units should not go past this point"?
3- Is it acceptable for High Command to be ridiculous sizes, such as 7 foot tall?
4- If for whatever reason, a citizen is shot in the D6 tunnel by a CP, further past where they are allowed, is it alright for them to go and fetch the injured citizen and bring them back?
5- If in the D6 tunnel, a CP fires at an armed citizen first, is it acceptable for them to return fire?
6- If in the subway tunnel, let's say a primary weapon is a citizen's only form of flashlight, is it alright to use this past the "No weapons" point so they do not die on the tracks?
Basically, when OTA is hunting, especially the division being talked about (I won't name it), just know you're being watched, probably through a scope.
OMICRON. Lol. Oops.
How to know you're not going to be ambushed and powergamed as an anti-citizen.
/pm omicron hi (Not a valid player) - you can play. If the PM goes through, change character. Pro. (This is a joke.)
Don't get me wrong, I do play to lose, but I've had situations where it's 4 citizens vs. a CP and they still won't play to lose.
Playing to lose is a two way street.
The issue with the CCA today is there are literally rules against playing to lose.
I know you all hate TnB, but 3 years back when I was a CP on TnB, I played to lose ALL THE TIME because it makes RP interesting and fun.
If you lose your gun, it's a blackmark. If you get taken hostage, it's a blackmark or demotion.
Basically, if you LOSE it's a demotion, and it's a major flaw in the CCA. Yes, we get it, the CCA is all powerful. But HALF-LIFE TWO is a story about rebellion against the CCA and oppression, not a story about masochistic civvies who enjoy a stunstick up the ass.
Yes, we get it. Most of us are malnourished, weak, yadda yadda yadda, but CPs still need to play to lose a LITTLE BIT or it's no fun. No one likes roleplaying getting the shit beaten out of them day after day after day.
YES. I like this. Half Life 2's story is based on resisting oppression, if you don't give people the chance to have fun with the canon, you seriously expect people to play on a server, where you sit smugly in your nexus, eating steroids and augments for breakfast, completely STEAMROLLING everything when you exit?
Totally agree with this, I remember a while back seeing a picture of a loli in the canals. I just kind of, looked around, said "Wow." to myself ICly and walked away.
All the while I said like "Stop it, boner." and he was like "no."
I'm quite happy now that I have a legitimate authorization app which was accepted by super admins. Mad, CCA? Probably not, which is another point. Even though my character is a steroid junkie, with enough strength to move likely tip a van, I still could not compare to maybe 2 or 4 low-ranked units.
Tactics for CPs to fuck up Anti-Citizen unarmed fagballs, is like this.
-They're malnourished, so won't put up a good fight unless they're suicidal. -CPs usually raid in packs, like wolves, so even if they were fucking Jihad on you, they'd be smacked silly. -CPs use stunsticks, steroids and SHIT YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE to overpower you CANONICALLY, not even in the retarded Robocop one Kurozael made up. -Even if they have pro weapons and ninja skills, you can't play to win against a speeding bullet.
Steam Name: RapidJuice Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:16941386 Character Name: Stephen Kane Reason for the switch: I want my character back in the city since he is my main character and plan to get Gold Membership with him, no offence but Outlands isn't great for buzzing activity. Plus, I had no idea the ramifications of my actions and made the switch out of anger for something which happened to me in my personal life. I understand now the consequences of my actions, and just want to be able to play with my favourite character again on my favourite server. Safe to say if this one doesn't get accepted, the Super Admins will be reading a similar story of longer length next week, then the next, then the next.
If required, write a detailed backstory on how your character left the outlands: After spending a week in the Outlands, with no friends, no food or water in close supply which wasn't tainted by sewer water or different chemicals, he knew he needed to make a move back to where he came from. Since he was in most cases "Armed to the teeth", he understood that his journey would be much smoother with his Shotgun "Isabella" and 9 Millimetre "Zoey" by his side. He stripped himself, leaving out his equipment while he took a long hard soak in the water which looked cleanest of the most, leaving his briefs on ofcourse. After the short bathe, he looked over his equipment, stripped down the bulletproof Kevlar he had came to know and love. It hardly resembled kevlar anymore, much lighter, but with a space to hold "Isabella" for the time being. He tucked his 9 Millimetre into his trousers, safety ON so there would be no fatal genital mutilation!
He slipped down a small dark walkway, flicking on "Isabella's" frontal torch. After navigating through some of the sewer area, without even a peep of Resistance or Combine activity, he thought he was going in the wrong direction. Until, out of nowhere, an engine began to roar at the opposite end of the tunnel. He hid to the side, finding a small crevice to hide in. It was jagged, metal and rock ripped the side of his uniform, splitting most of the buttons, revealing his bare chest for the world to see. He sighed, digging himself into the crevice and trying to peice together the tattered clothing he held dear. Alas, the engine stopped, being of whatever he could assume to be some kind of patrol, either by Resistance or Civil Protection, he didn't like either. He continued through the tunnel, stepping through what he hoped to be mud, his nose already numb to the smell of the 'Great Outdoors'.
Upon reaching the exit of the tunnel, he looked around. The light shon, hurting his eyes, he squinted, then continued to scan the area. He looked to the right, seeing two depressed looking citizens sulking near a buggy. One had a bandaged arm, a African American male, the other Causasian. The Afro-American's arm was bandaged, looking bent out of shape. As he approched, the Caucasian took notice of the weapons, picking up a nearby pipe and raising it, shaking. He held his arms up, his left higher than right, since the other is closest to his holster. He showed he meant them no harm, the man drew near with a ridiculous intelligable swagger, the pipe still in his hand. He knew he wasn't going to use it, and so did he.
"Are you.. you Resistance or anti-civvie..?" The man asked, while his other friend nurtured his arm. "I'm friendly." Kane replied. The man returned a solemn nod, pointing towards the vehicle with his pipe. "It's not very good in the engine department.. only I can drive, and he's no good at pushing." Kane returned a shallow nod, knowing what would come next. After what seemed 10 minutes, he was position behind the buggy, pushing it with all his might as it accelerated into the distance. The engine began, he hopped on, knowing his weight wouldn't cause too much of a fuss. Kane spoke loudly to cover the noise of the roaring engine.
"Mind dropping me off?" "Sure, where to?" "The City's outskirts." "Are you fucking mad?!" "Shut up and drive."
They dropped him off near a little broken-up underground entrance. He began to crawl through the catacombs of the various urban structures, most of it completely dark. He ducked a helicopter patrol which hovered overhead as he moved through, ducking down and covering himself in a nearby wooden slate, it didn't see him. After around three hours worth of tramping around the shoddy landscape, he entered what seemed to be, a passage into the city, even to the untrained eye.
He ducked, entering the warehouses and urban areas. He scanned everywhere for movement, poking his head around every corner. Civil Protection were somewhere, but not where he was, luckily for him. He crossed a wide-spanning street, completely out in the open, it was beginning to get dark, anyway. He hoped the shroud of night would assist him, although cursed it for making his path more hard to follow. He continued, bringing up pace as the darkness began to cover most of the area, nobody was around apart from him in the abandoned and deserted places which used to be filled with human life. As he continued on his path, he could see the city, or what he hoped was the Nexus, it looked like it anyway. Around a mile to run, he could hear no sound, be it helicopter or Civil Protection activity, the silence was deafening. As he grew cold, he huddled into corner, pointing his 9 Millimetre at the door which he shut and locked. He fell asleep with the light on, waking up the next day at approximately 6:30 AM. He walked over to a nearby shard of mirror, picked it up off the ground and began to look at what he had become.
It was true what they say, getting back into the city is much harder than getting out, there's no goals other than "run". His face, predominantly smeared with dirt, his shirt torn and ragged. A beard spanning from one ear to the other, like some kind of homeless - which he was. His lips moistureless, his eyes jaded and silver. He threw the shard away to the opposite end of the room, opening the door regardless of his less-than handsome looks. He kept walking, although at this time heard nearby patrols, probably far from where he was, but the sound of it still intimidated him. He crossed another back alley, kicking some debris away from a cracked and thinly plastered wall. Continuing, he ran to the end of a large hallway, the entire place, which looked like an apartment complex, deserted again. He ran to the end, fidgeting with a door handle, which was locked. He let out a hollow grunt, listening on the other side for activity, hearing none, he took a step back. He kicked the door once, which made it shimmy on it's sides, causing minor cracks in the woodwork around the handle. He decided to use his arm this time, heading into a rugby tackle and shoulder-barging the door with all the force and strength he had left. It opened.
On the other end of the door, there was a small peice of left-over tiling, then a large drop. Looking under-construction, he instantly fell and plummeted from the end of the precipice into a large watery valley. Completely flooded, he landed face first in the water, weeds and moss covering his entire body, tangling him in the waterwork. He quickly resurfaced, looking at his surroundings. Luckily, his weapons were drained before they had any time to damage them. He kept wading through the water until he reached a rusty old ladder. He climbed it instinctively, making his way into a poorly-lit trainyard. He looked above, peeking around a corner at around 4 or 5 Civil Protection members surveying two different yards. He took a step back, looking around, when he saw a man in the distance, almost looking in exactly the same situation as him. He signalled over to him as he looked, making out the message "Don't go in!", but he gave him a shake of the head and sprinted into the area. As he peeked back around, worrying of the man's fate, he noticed the members of the Squad opening fire on the trains and walkways below, which he regretted to find as a chance to run.
He ran through the trainyard, dodging the odd signpost and ducking under the trains which he could get under. He continued to sprint until he reached the end. A little hallway, almost shrouded in complete darkness, he ran through and down a couple of stairs, out of an emergency fire door, next to some mangled bicycles and a dead plant. As he went through, taking a short peek at all of the various landscaping and architecture, it looked like he was home. He could smell the odd fuel aura which came from Combine factories and vehicles. He was in City 45 again, or close anyway.
Em, this being written by the perspective of people who are sitting at their computer.
People don't like eachother, even in times of hardship. Co-operating is a rare thing in urban areas. Plus, if I took a look outside I could probably find 10 sharp looking objects within two minutes. I don't support it, but come the fuck on. If I hung around the scummy parts of Glasgow for more than half an hour, I'd probably be on the sharp end of a shiv or a knife. Compare it to real life's more run-down places and the people who live there. You can't simply hate on someone because they have an upper-hand in roleplay to your character.
Steam Name: RapidJuice Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:16941386 Character Name: Stephen Kane Reason for the switch: I did it out of impulse and anger, I didn't know the consequences of my actions. I was angry over something happening in my personal life and acted out of impulse since the City server was down. Only now do I reliase the collosal mistake I had made, sorry for dissapointing.
If required, write a detailed backstory on how your character left the outlands: Knowing he'd managed to make his way past the cameras and various security installments the Combine had laid before him, Kane had business to finish inside of the city. He knew it was most likely a suicide mission, although that is what drove him before-hand. His gear he kept with him, having practiced with it for a while he was quite the journeyman of his trade. He shed most of his weight in tokens and pointless items such as radios and medicine. He covered himself in some of the native land's natural brushwork, making his way back into the canals he escaped from. He figured "I'll go back in the same way I came out".
It wasn't easy, although most of the helicopters and units he snuck by he heard or saw from a mile away, giving him ample time to hide from their patrols. Since their patrols covered such a wide area, they didn't check inside most of the boxes and closets he hid in when they passed. His training he endured had prepared him for this moment, his physical and mental conditioning levels being close to Military(auths). He'd get back in whether they liked it or not. As he pumped his Shotgun, entering the catacombs of the Underground area, he knew he'd face resistance. He flicked on his flashlight, wiping some of the grime from his face, the tunnel being the only thing seperating him from the city.
"It's time to show some would-be tough guys what it means to be a tough guy."
Time when it happened(if mis-click) Around 8:00 PM GMT 0 Yesterday.
The only reason that I actually Rebel RP and not LOLRANK in CCA like everyone else is because I feed on people's loss. When some high and mighty unit (most likely admin) gets fucked over by someone much smaller and clever-er than them, I get a hard-on. This is how I WORK. And that's what I was trying to teach you the entire time. Don't conform, Viper.
Well, you need it to sound classy, since calling it something like "Fucknipple mountains" is gonna suck.
Maybe something with "Peak" in it, since it's based on the mountains. Also, "White" is a cool word to put in it, since it can be in contact with White Forest.
Maybe something like "White Valley" or "White Peaks" or something else. I dunno, man. But make it sound cool.
"hey guys i have an idea. instead of making it extremely hard for anti-citizens to prosper inside of the city, lets just make it so its impossible. this will be so cool cos i can make my adam jensen cp character be cooler cos i shoot rebels inside of d6 and they cant touch me even if i screw up and fall into a trap."
@LordBravery (I'm doing this on my phone at school lol)
By "healthily" I kind of meant "not supplements", like melon, which is fruit. I'm not a dietician, but I'm sure if I looked it up all the evidence would be there, since citizen supplements are designed to make them weaker. Plus, I don't want my character to be Hercules, just a notably stronger from his training. Thanks for all the positive posts guys, I really appreciate it!
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