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.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. UpdateThe videos for update 15 and 16 have been recorded, but I won't upload them onto Dailymotion until I compile the narrative to go along with them (as well as the narrative for update 14).

So the best way is to guide everything from the front. Help others learn by example. Go Forth To Stop Evil! (100, Soul) Yes, brother. The fire rises. So, there are three things you need to know about Liberal Crime Squad. One: When you don't do anything crazy, no one will realize that the Liberal Crime Squad exists.

Fifteen and sixteen's videos are both huge and completely unboring, so I'm planning on a mega-narrative (with a bundle of screenshots) to match. How long will that take? A couple of days at least. I'm not feeling very much pressure to update more rapidly, since I - it seems - already do it so often. You'll likely see the screenshot story for Update 14 posted in this thread before the end of today, but, for those of you who don't much care for reading stories and just watch the videos, you're going to have to hunker down and wait.Not that I think it really matters. With very little feedback for the last video, I'm going to assume that I'm given free reign to do this however I please. Watching (or commenting on) LPs is not for everyone, and I've had a quite robust schedule, so it's hard to get much word in about what I've been doing.

That being said, I'm still going to finish this LP. It might end with the Arch-Conservatives retaining dominion over the nation, but this session will reach a firm conclusion one way or the other.Thanks to those who've commented so far. Must be the nerd in me that makes me think this game is a pleasant topic of discussion, and it's a shame it's not more popular.Remember: Narrative for Update 14 later today, Updates 15 and 16 before the end of the week.Stay Liberal! Partying aside, we of the Liberal Crime Squad knew that we would have to keep pressing the advantage in order to ensure victory over the Arch-Conservatives; they still had control over the country, and our successes hadn't yet been enough to topple the Evil Regime. Consequently, we all decided it would be in the best interests of the Cause if I continued to Go Forth to Manipulate the Issues.I retired the violence temporarily because the locales I had been sent to involved considerable driving distance. Taxi or not, I was an awful driver; my thieving over the years did not consist of grand theft auto against the Corporations.

Besides, our snowballing successes had me in a brighter than usual mood; oddly enough, the compulsion to dispense Liberal Justice faded.I even attempted to communicate with the Conservative-controlled animals, hoping to Liberate them from Evil. Unfortunately, my heart was not persuasive enough to convince the Dog that he, too, had the right to live happily like me.Clearly, I needed to bring Kurt along with me to the CEO Residence. He was gentle enough to befriend these creatures. As for me, no matter how skilled I had become in the silent arts, the guard dogs always managed to discover me. Cruel for the Corporate bastards to treat dogs like this, but disappointingly effective. My attempts to trash that beacon of inequality were beaten back time and again until we decided we should target some other locale, one which didn't have Guard Dogs.I returned to the Halls of Ultimate Judgment to free Liberal prisoners and, hopefully, test my skill and knowledge of Law by manipulating the in-session Jury.The Arch-Conservatives disapproved of my idea, so I disapproved of their lives.

Alas, such bloodshed alarmed the jury, for the room had been empty by the time I arrived.Worse, the DS had quickly arrived to reinforce the building and capture (murder, really) the target who had proven so elusive. Yet they continued to underestimate my skill. I had no trouble fleeing from the building and making my escape.Sorta. For inexplicable reasons, I had taken my stolen taxi in lieu of just walking to the building. Well, when I tried to flee the scene, a DS naturally began its pursuit. Given my incompetence behind the wheel, especially considering the surrounding downtown area, I bailed past the first intersection and took to losing the Officers on the streets. Child's play, but I lost the taxi.

Inconsequential compared to the impact I had made that day.but I found myself unable, despite opposing advice from Kurt, to forget the matter. The next day, I put on a suit of Police-specific body armor and made my way to pinnacle of downtown government power.The Lady of Liberalism shone upon me during my raid. Though the inscrutable eyes of the Death Squads were watching my every moment throughout the facility, they saw me as one of the Conservative automatons.even while I stripped the place of valuables.and consulted with unsavory types. In fact, I successfully looted the entire complex and made it safely out the door without the Conservatives ever realizing who had infiltrated the building. When word leaked to the media about what had transpired, the masses became fixated upon police irresponsibility.

A very successful raid it had been, more than making up for the lost vehicle. We held another day of celebration in the Croft Apartment complex, during which time I managed to compile these numbers:After extensive deliberation, the next target we chose for Liberalization was the Ministry of Love, regional bureau of the Federal Intelligence Agency. My objective was to obtain evidence highly incriminating of the FIA, which also included attempting to locate and infiltrate the primary databanks. In a fine-tailored black suit, I set forth to do the job.Along the way, I made friends with an oppressed secretary working in the Ministry of Love. In the hopes of making her a Sleeper agent so she could supply the Liberal Crime Squad with future data of FIA operations, I befriended her and asked her to come to my place later that evening.Also, through her, I managed to successfully locate and hack into the FIA databanks, where I found incriminating files the government would undoubtedly deem 'imperative to national security.'

I did my best to flee without being noticed; unfortunately, before I reached the exit, another enslaved dog sensed me and let out an alarm bark. Fortunately, I escaped without a firefight.The government deemed my actions treasonous, but I didn't care. Time and time again, I had proven to be unstoppable, even in the face of superior numbers and firepower. ( Mega Narrative Warning.

You may enjoy what I wrote more than what I said in the videos - there are a few days separating the videos and narrative, and my quality of speech towards the end of Video #16 noticeably. Uh, deteriorates. Regardless, folks, it's your call, and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave feedback.Also, there may be typos and weird quirks of speech in the narrative I've written; for those, I apologize. I do know how to proofread, but such review is always best when there are days of separation regarding the matter.

They won't affect the meaning behind the narrative too much, though.)The next morning, during the regular Liberal briefing, Kurt said to the group, 'By Liberal calculations, we are responsible for the deaths of one hundred sixty-four Conservative automatons. We've also Enlightened six others to serve the cause as need be.'

'Conservative propaganda,' Patricia stated, 'has stated we are directly responsible for thrice as many deaths, not to mention thousands of others through our supposed irresponsibility in raiding Corporate sites - particularly the Nuclear Power Plant. However, such propaganda only serves to bolster our prowess in the public's eyes.' 'Not to mention,' Julia offered, 'a vast majority of the masses do not believe we are as Evil as the government suggests. They have felt the weight of the yoke of this Nightmare for a long time now. They know what we're doing is right.' Soft-spoken Rudy added, 'Per Grimith's polls, we have made considerable progress in motivating Public Opinion against the Conservative masses. But there is much left to be done.

Until the elections dispose of the Evil in office, we remain under peril of being snuffed.' Daniela scoffed. 'We don't have reason to fear the ignorant, backwoods automatons.

Grimith has made an incredible showing on-site, proving time again how incompetent and capable the Conservatives are. The Fates find our cause Justified, and we wil only know success as long as we are on the side of right.' I didn't feel like wasting my time listening to words kicked around in a Downtown apartment. While the others made their opinions known and quibbled over specifics, I dressed and left to visit the Nuclear Power Plant once more.

If any had heard me leave, they didn't bother to comment.With my continued experience in the field, I easily bypassed security measures, grabbing everything of interest in the plant before once again powering down the reactor. Security discovered my identity while I made my escape from the facility.not that it helped them stop me.or even pose a challenge.To be fair, one guard (luckily) managed to graze me with his SMG. But his bullets failed to stop his death, or the deaths of the other security guards I killed. I escaped from the site - first on foot, then on car to lose the Death Squads - and successfully returned back to the safehouse. Though the others may have been somewhat upset of my early escape from their debate, they rejoiced my success that night all the same.I followed up my power planet strike with another assault on the Ministry of Love. Using data obtained from my newly placed Liberal sleeper, I had marked all points of interest on a map of my design. Intel showed the FIA hadn't moved its regional super-computer, giving me a straight-shot to infilitrate its databanks once more.The stealth mission succeeded without incident, although I had only been able to Liberally confiscate half the Ministry's loot before I had been identified.

Although I took pains to flee as quickly as I could, one FIA Agent managed to follow me and pursue me in his luxurious, ill-gotten, Corporate-funded sportscar.Rest assured, Liberal Journal, it didn't save the bastard. The Lady of Liberalism smiled upon my loyalty and granted me blessed accuracy. I managed to escape pursuit without needing to bail from my vehicle. And, as had been on many nights in the recent past, we of the Cause celebrated our continued success through another round of partying and the like.But I have grown worried.

Worried that such success isn't meant to last. Worried that, despite all of our successes, despite Conservative ineptitude, the Forces of Evil will manage, somehow, some way, to land one blow. But it'll be enough. Enough to cause the Cause to shudder and collapse.These recent worries were engendered in the CEO Residence, after another successful looting.

The enslaved animals couldn't detect me this time, and I pilfered the loot which so rightly belonged to the masses. On my way out the door, however, I spotted one of those arrogant pricks, one of those bastards who didn't just serve The Man but were a part of The Man, and I couldn't help but raise my rifle and fire at him.Not only did I fail to hit him, but he answered my brazen attack upon him not with surprise, not with return fire, but with a smug grin and a flash of cash. To show his dominance. To illustrate his power. To prove to me that money still moved mountains in Corporate America and had been far more capable in asserting control over the country than a man with a gun had been.I shot wildly at him, clearly missing him, and the smugness on his face grew inconceivably so. He smirked at me while pitching his lack of support for tax cuts against the poor classes, how they only deserved to be worked, how their funds were needed to support our great country. Whatever wisdom inherent in his words shouldn't have connected, shouldn't have made sense, for it had no heart, no true glory.

But I faltered all the same.My hands trembled. I wasn't sure of myself any more. Maybe what I was doing was wrong. Maybe I wasn't really serving the Liberal Cause.

Or maybe there was no hope. Maybe I would never succeed. The Conservatives still had control. Maybe they always would.But he kept approaching me, kept getting close, kept pressuring me with Reaganomics, with Corporate successes, with flashes of cash and a trillion dollar smile. My battered heart refused to accept the pressure, and, in a Fight or Flight response.I shredded The Man with my AK-47.Momentarily stunned, I stood over his fallen body for the greater part of a minute, looking over him and what he had done to me.

Flashes of anger and emotion poured through my soul, yet. They felt so much weaker than what they had once been. From this one automaton, a seed of doubt blossomed within me, whispering to me of the failures of the Liberal Cause.When I came to my senses, however, I frantically fled the place and drove as fast as I could back into the city. Not to the safehouse immediately, but instead in a cruise around downtown, looking at the fantastic structures, imposing and powerful, which the Conservatives had built.Were they really so Evil? Of course they had to be. Yet they regulated and controlled society so thoroughly. And the masses had accepted it so willingly.

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How could I, or anyone else, hope to repeal the Nightmare? Had I begun the fight too late? Were we already doomed from the start?The questions haunted me all through the night, and my sleep, when had, produced only fitful nightmares.

As I prepare myself for the Cause's next target, the AM Radio Station, I again can't help but question if what I'm doing is right. The others would say: 'Surely you jest, Grimith; Avatar of the Liberal Cause, Marshal of Liberal Justice, Crusader at War with the Intolerant Automatons.' Yet I can't help but tremble now when dwelling over my face-to-face encounter with The Man. My accuracy had failed me, my Lady had failed me, and He had loomed over me with a smirk on his face, warning me of how resistance to Conservatism was futile.Kurt already eyes me strangely, and, if I do not leave for the radio station soon, he will corner me and force me to speak of these fears.

I can't let him or any of the others see this welling doubt within me, not until I answer these questions on my own. So, for now, I go. May the Cause give me vigor and the Lady bless me with the courage in which to carry it.Grimith's journal ends there.Likely, he used his disguise to slip easily into the station, fooling all of those who had observed him, all of the incompetent automatons who proved themselves incapable of recognizing The Avatar.

His mission, as it had been before, was to return to the Radio Broadcast Room and once more enlighten the people of the horrors of Conservatism. Liberal polls had shown how much success our cause had gained, but there were still gaps in the depth of our impact, gaps which we felt Grimith could fix through his own charisma and influence.Rather than leaving to carry out our own tasks, we stayed in the apartment after he left, turning on all the radios so we could hear Grimith when he took control of the station. While the others argued about the ignorant drivel on the radio channel, I sat alone and kept to my own thoughts. I didn't want to share with the others that a certain malaise had crept through me, a feeling of dread spawned by how Grimith had looked before he left.

He had offered few words, and, when he had spoken, they seemed hollow, unsure, as if his confidence in life had been shaken somehow. My attempts to reassure myself were failing, and I had wished - even moreso now - that I had confronted him before he left.In time, our beloved leader and founder incarcerated himself within the radio broadcast room, kicking out the fearful Conservatives who recognized his intentions as soon as he had given his name. The others in the safehouse were excited, but the unshakeable worry continued to fill me.He confirmed my worry from the moment he engaged the audience. Though he tried to present a solid case for the injusticies of the Corporate government regarding affirmative action, his speech was clumsy, and his words were hollow. I knew, as we all knew, how much he believed in the Liberal Cause, yet, that morning, as he vainly attempted to convey to listeners how inhumate Conservatism had been to minorities. All of us - including him, from what we heard in his voice - could sense how mediocre and crass his arguments were.He punctuated his final argument with a long sigh, realizing how he had failed the Cause at that moment.

Silence reigned for a few minutes on the airwaves, but, to our horror, what had broken the silence was far worse:'Jesus C. Kaltenbrunner; you are surrounded, out-manned, and out-gunned.' 'In the name of Wisdom, I demand you throw down your weapon and surrender yourself immediately to Judgment before we are forced to open fire.' A security force for the radio station, more open-minded than the brutal Death Squads, but far more dangerous than the mobs which were surely on their way to crush our founder at that moment, had surrounded Grimith and were demanding he turn himself over at once. Yet, for as stupid as I knew Conservatives to be, they must have known that the offer for surrender would be refused.

Even now, their hands would be gripping their weapons, fingers trembling over triggers, preparing for the slightest hint of resistance so they could open fire and murder our Comrade.The vociferous bark of Grimith's rifle, followed by a sharp, pained cry proved there would be no quarter from either side.Our beloved leader hadn't become the Dispenser of Liberal Justice through chance and circumstance - he had repeatedly proven his automaton-crushing capabilities. But we all sensed, as perhaps did he, that this was more than any of his encounters with security forces. Entrapped as he was within the booth, it was only a matter of time.before the Conservatives scored their hits.and then scored their goal. A cry of which I had never heard the likes of in my life threatened to shatter the radio speaker, followed by a noticeable slump to the ground and the immediate silence of fire.Weakly, only heard due to the microphone's proximity, echoed: 'You. Then, after his voice faded into murmurs, he fell completely silent.Julia immediately burst into tears. Phillip started screaming at the radio, refusing to accept the validity of what he had heard, while the rest of us were shell-shocked.

Transmitted to the public, transmitted to us all had been the final firefight, the final confrontation between Grimith and Arch-Conservatives, a battle which our glorious friend and comrade had failed to win. We had all known the risks, him especially; that, at any moment, the Conservatives could seize us and end our lives, but he had been so successful, so near damn invulnerable, that all of us had refused to believe it would ever happen to him.Our lives were flipped upside-down in one morning. The Conservatives had put the screw to us all again, just as we were starting to feel hope. And, when the initial shellshock broke, we in the apartment entered a hell of our own.Being the most profound supporter of Grimith, and the one most devoted to helping him realize the agenda, I naturally assumed I would help guide the others after his death. What I hadn't expected, however, was to be leading an Army of One.One by one, throughout the night, each of the others living in the apartment decided to leave and go it on their own.

Phillip, consumed with anger, teetered on the brink of insanity, and he marched out of the apartment almost immediately to pursue. Whatever it was, I don't know, and I still hope he's alive and safe somewhere. Most of them, like Rudy and Julia, recognized their own criminal connections to Grimith and realized how in danger they were of meeting the same fate our Comrade had; rather than pursue the cause with heart, they fled from it and sought to return their lives to a semblance of normalcy. Others, like Daniela and Patricia, resolved to continue fighting The Man with all the strength they had, but they reasoned Grimith's violent assaults were fundamentally flawed; he should have given up and submitted himself to Corporate Judgment - at least for at time, until we could break him free. They splintered away from the safehouse to continue fighting Conservatism in their own manner.

And then there were the others like Lynette: Too shellshocked to muster an argument, just floating out of the apartment like ghosts. Regardless, before the night had ended, I realized I was the only one left to carry forth the Cause the way Grimith would have wanted. I had even placed calls in an attempt to contact the sleepers, both Liberal and Enlightened, but had received no success. They, too, were so shaken that they sought to sever all contact with the LCS and go as far underground as they could.Not only did I have to lead the Cause; I had to rebuild it from scratch.There had been no chance the Conservatives had on hiding what had transpired - nor would they want to, really.

Concrete proof had been presented to the masses through the airwaves that the founder of the Liberal Crime Squad, the leader of the Cause whom everyone had respected, had perished at the hands of Conservatism. Finally, after so long, what had plagued the government so had been terminated. Such, they hoped to portray, was the fate of all traitors.Despite all the progress we had made, on the morning of June 20, 2009, I was painfully alone.The Conservatives knew of me and I had a crime sheet attached to my name, one which included counts of murder from the day Grimith had ordered me forward to kill Conservatives for the possibility of a day like this.

Though I had some skill and experience through my wealth of years, I knew I was far less capable than he had been. Looks like Kurt Ross hasn't learnt the important lesson that Grimith should have followed:When going on dangerous assignments potentially involving getting shot at, WEAR BODY ARMOR.Preferably Army Body Armor (since you have no CCS, no Heavy Body Armor for you).Kurt also has a lot more Health than Grimith. This means that, Army Body Armor or even possibly police Body Armor, combined with Kurt's mutated skin and flesh, would render Kurt near Bulletproof.Of course, you might regard this as cheap and not in the spirit of RNG worship, but hey, I don't like my founder to die. I'm all for wearing armor, and I certainly have it to spare, but I like to be sneaky every now and then and wear a fitting disguise. My issues aren't so much RNG Worship so much as 'what I consider to be fun' worship.

Rest assured, by the way, that losing my founder wasn't fun - definitely not at first, and you can hear it in my voice. By now, though, after I finished writing the narrative, I'm cool with it. The game appeared to be setting me up to write something about the matter when it nailed my founder's juice down, then I performed a mediocre show.But, yeah. Performing a show with my founder's lack of skills in speaking to the masses, then taking on seven security guards alone while wearing an expensive suit? My usage of Kurt won't be as reckless, but I will make sure to have another back-up should everything go sour again.I'm still loaded with equipment, flush with cash, and the issues are still very high, so it's not like I'm starting from scratch.

Kurt is also a fine candidate to be founder (unless the player is strength-obsessed or is anti-mutant). Losing Terminator Founder is just a nice opportunity to entertain myself some more, since I otherwise appear torpedoing towards Liberal victory. Kurt didn't encounter any situations in the videos that he couldn't handle with his own agility, sort of like how I used Grimith at the beginning of the game.

More relevant, however: I was tired, annoyed at myself, and not thinking clearly, so I really didn't consider the option of equipping Kurt with body armor before engaging in fisticuffs. Had he been shot to pieces, perhaps I would have realized the errors of my ways. But, hell, for example, I think I should have ran from the DS Officer rather than risk anyone being killed, but I fought him anyway because I was stubborn and angry at the game and myself. I didn't really have my stoic, logical, non-Elite Liberal realizations until, well, after I cooled down and started writing the narrative.

That's how I can tell you that I'll be more cautious with him in the future: it is the future!Also, I keep forgetting how much power Police-related gear has on a Nightmare start since they can, inititally, do nearly whatever they please. I guess it's just not as stylish as suits, and I'm the flashy type who wants to illustrate how easy the game is even without those!and then my founder died, of course, BUT TOTALLY IRRELEVANT!And it makes me smile greatly that you too punch people for fun and juice.

Back in 3.18, I wouldn't have even thought of doing something as stupid as that, but it works so wonderfully in 4.01.4, and the police really don't try to raid you unless you start kidnapping Conservatives and let them escape. I just decided to hit up this thread thinking that there might be a new update. In fact, there are a few, so I have some catching up to do. But mostly I have to say GRIMITH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO/melodramatic Hollywood outpouring.to think that your founder would die by a freak shot to the heart from an SMG-wielding Security Guard? I look forward to seeing Kurt exact Liberal vengeance for the death of his good friend Grimith.Oh, and shortly before Grimith finally kicked the bucket, he 'muttered something about Jesus'. I have to wonder which Jesus he meant.(Do I hear the riff from Doom II: L10 (Refueling Base) in the background?).

Tilla: Thank you for commenting. Glad to know someone's watching (and, better yet, thinks my videos are great!).soupalex: The way I used my founder, without regard for armor or danger, foreshadowed a bloody end before I finished this thread. Kurt, I assure you, will be exacting Liberal Justice upon the automatons in the name of Martyr Grimith. Also, I think Jesus referred to himself in his dying moments, lamenting over how he had failed the Cause, since there's no other Jesus he could have possibly been consulting.

There's no one of any possible significance with that name!I think.Anyway, I believe is what you heard. This song is one of several OCReMixes I've played in the LGWI - LCS videos.Everyone: Video #17 has been uploaded to both. Why the two sites? Well, at first, I had planned on uploading my videos to both sites as a matter of convenience for viewers, but I'm starting to consider going YouTube-only.

Dailymotion appears to have developed a new player, and its numerous ads are incredibly annoying. Furthermore, the player actually chops off the edges of my videos; take a look at the left side of #17 through both YouTube and Dailymotion and see for yourself. Thoughts, anyone?The narrative for #17 will be finished some time tomorrow, I think.

I'm not sure on that just yet. I've got a killer headache right now from Borderlands and Hamachi and peer pressure, and it's difficult for me to think clearly.

So we'll see, folks.