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Guile
A magnificent animal of a man
Registered: Sep 2001
Posts: 2659 - Threads: 68
Location: A wretched hive of scum and villainy
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THE PLOD
WARNING!
The words you are about to read are FAKE. All the places, characters, and events are more or less fictitious in their presentation and you are expected to know that some of the events detailed here probably never happened. Do not read this thread while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Read only in well-ventilated areas. Safety goggles are required during use. If rash, irritation, redness, or swelling develops, discontinue use. Refrigerate after opening. Flammable. The simple minded, the elderly, and children should avoid prolonged exposure to this thread. If ingested, do not induce vomiting. May contain nuts.
THERE'S NO SUCH THING!
"Policing is a dirty business and it’s hard to be involved in the business and not get your hands dirty."
This thread campaign will illustrate to you in a sympathetic way the difficulties and problems police officers face everyday.
You are overworked and underpaid and everyone hates you.
All you’ve got is your badge, your sanity and your mates.
THIS IS:
THESE STREETS OF SIN ARE YOUR BEAT
The streets of London, a neon mirage that is home to every form of depravity and perversion known to man…or woman.
From dim waterfront bars to the theatres of the West End, from nights in Paddington's rat-trap hotel rooms to drug-fueled orgies in Soho basements you must make your way through a shadow world of suspicion and deception, of dirty deals and brutal crimes.
You are one of a dying breed: a cop who knows every street and back alley of this twisted city and has the cure for the sickness that festers there.
Some of the many characters you will meet:
The Police Chief who plays dice with his officer's lives
The wanton who enjoys the shame and degradation that being the neighbourhood tramp brings
The vindictive officer who wants your badge
The rogue cop who might just save your life
The juveniles whose heroes are drug dealers and easy money boys
The bored housewife who craves illicit thrills
The colleagues who will risk all for you
The beautiful angel that kissed you one dark night and now you can't forget her
The madman with a straight razor in his pocket, on the run from the police and determined to go down swinging!
Before this nightmare ends, you will learn that kisses and darkness can both hide evil intent, and that the worst darkness of all may be lurking inside you.
THIS IS
There's a light in the air, that slips down over London like a gauze and you wonder if you will see that girl again tonight, maybe passing in an open top car with the radio playing, or with a tennis racket and golden legs, or wearing a little black dress with her hair freshly styled.
London is a carnival of sights to see, the cheap thrill seekers, the vendors and the dealers, the thugs and the victims. It’s the time to turn on the dreams, it’s hot dogs and candy floss time.
The memories crowd around you. You've lived and loved in these streets, in a spectacle of wealth and of poverty, these streets raised you and these streets are all you've got.
It's just London.
The gaudiest, the most violent, the loneliest place in the world.
London - your beat.
THIS IS
THE PLOD
Coming soon only on HaFa
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Guile
A magnificent animal of a man
Registered: Sep 2001
Posts: 2659 - Threads: 68
Location: A wretched hive of scum and villainy
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WARNING!
The words you are about to read are FAKE. All the places, characters, and events are more or less fictitious in their presentation and you are expected to know that some of the events detailed here probably never happened. Do not read this thread while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Read only in well-ventilated areas. Safety goggles are required during use. If rash, irritation, redness, or swelling develops, discontinue use. Refrigerate after opening. Flammable. The simple minded, the elderly, and children should avoid prolonged exposure to this thread. If ingested, do not induce vomiting. May contain nuts.
THERE'S NO SUCH THING!
"Policing is a dirty business and it’s hard to be involved in the business and not get your hands dirty."
You have spent 15 years on the job, with your own methods of dealing with villains and often sailing close to the wind. You are an old sweat who got no higher than Detective Sergeant because of your single-mindedness. Your job is that of a “Relief Officer” used to cover annual leave and sickness. This means you move from station to station around the city and sometimes even have to wear your uniform.
You have been a good police detective who likes to operate solo. This allows you to bend the rules, have some fun, line your own pockets, get scum off the streets and protect the citizens.
But that's not enough anymore; suddenly you are a dinosaur and your old fashioned policing methods are condemned as going rogue by the "Community Policing" of modern times.
This campaign will illustrate to you in a sympathetic way the difficulties and problems police officers face everyday.
It’s a balancing act.
You need to keep in with your fellow officers, book criminals, assist citizens and keep A10 [Police anti-corruption squad] in the dark.
Your personal nemesis from A10 is:
Detective Sergeant Albert "Cheerful Charlie" Chisholm
"Statistics show fat coppers use the Taser more.
Remind me, do you have five sugars or six?"
Rules:
#1. DON'T GET CAUGHT
You are overworked and underpaid and everyone hates you.
All you’ve got is your badge, your sanity and your mates.
THIS IS:
THESE STREETS OF SIN ARE YOUR BEAT
TOWER HAMLETS
It’s the marketplace for the vendors of laughter and agony, of terror and decay.
It’s the neon avenue of the beggars, the gleaming alley of the scavengers who dart and search and revel in the blaze of fury. Then gather in the gutters at night. There they count and list and compare the spoils salvaged from the litter of electronic darkness.
And at police headquarters, the day has arranged its wares of violence on your desk, stacked according to category, degree, grade. Because the day is still fresh, you put off the reaching for them, the touching of them, but in the files the victims scream for justice, and the screams ring in your ears...
THIS IS:
Equipment:
Radio
Truncheon
Taser
Pepper spray
Opened pack of spangles
Handcuffs
Pack of Players No.6
TOWER HAMLETS
It's a Friday night and you are patrolling your beat. About 100 yards in front of you, you spot Patsy Revins - a known drug dealer standing in front of the Spar 24 hours convenience store and petrol station on Cotton Street. You have busted him before when he threatened some kid with a knife over a failed drug deal, and you know he has done time for selling mud [or was it snow?] to an undercover copper about two years ago.
Revins appears nervous; he is continually looking around while rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He also keeps tapping the outside of his left pants pocket. There is a constant flow of customers entering and exiting the store. Visibility is poor with only limited lighting from the store lights. You draw nearer so you can observe him better.
A man caught in the coils of evil drug dictators
"Yeah, whatever, I can still pull the birds mate"
Suddenly Revins seems to clock you. He spins on his feet and enters the store. You hold back waiting to see what happens next. Maybe five minutes pass and Revins exits the shop with some bloke you've never seen before and they slowly walk away together talking and occasionally looking back towards you.
What do you want to do next?
THIS IS
TOWER HAMLETS
You have been assigned to patrol a small Electro-Ska daytime festival in Victoria Park. Your team consists of two uniformed officers [P.C. "Smithy" Smith and W.P.C. Sally Armstrong] that you are in radio contact with to issue instructions. You are in "civvies".
The festival contains one large stage with open seating in front surrounded by several food and clothing vendors. It is a bright sunny day, and the festival has been going for about 3 hours with no trouble.
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There are approximately 500 people attending of all different ages. You spot two males acting suspiciously. They are both wearing long trench style leather coats, baseball caps and sunglasses.
Suspect #1 is wearing a back pack and Suspect #2 is holding his right forearm close against his right side while walking with a slight disrupted stride - "gangster" style. Both males are together and appear to be focusing on the crowd, not on the music stage or vendors.
Whenever the subjects observe one of your woodentops walking through the crowd in their vicinity, they quickly move away while watching the officer’s activity. You start moving casually towards them when they somehow seem to spot you and they quickly separate and walk off in opposite directions.
A pair of life's grotesque failers, sustained by drugs and sexual fantasies
"WTF! We're just two guys out having fun bruv, looking for some pussy innit"
What do you want to do next?
THIS IS
TOWER HAMLETS
It's a tinseled wilderness of steel and stone and the foliage of darkness is thick and unyielding. You walk in circles and pretend you're not lost. You make circles and walk and try to make a change then you suddenly get the message. It can't be changed because it's a cage, a big stone and steel cage and the animal cries you've heard piercing the night sky are your own.
It's just London. The gaudiest, the most violent, the loneliest place in the world.
London - your beat.
THIS IS
The Plod is only on HaFa
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