While I understand the difficulty in game design and crafting a world from nothing.. Your excuse for the last two years has been that "You're under staffed." While I'm not trying to make a complaint nor a problem I'm simply pointing out that if you were so aware for over two years and raised 200,000$ why did you not just get a staff that would be solely dedicated to your project. Every time this subject is brought up we end up hearing the same thing over and over. When you hired your staff you knew they were freelance and continued to promise announcements you knew you couldn't reach within the time you made. My theory is that you keep saying more is to be announced to keep people here. And Parutus? What is he so busy with? I can see the that he's a leader. Making sure people do their jobs. Making sure people get paid. But how does that take 6 months to do? When I was in the Discord I saw multiple people offer help to you for the sake of the game. You didn't give them an answer and to my knowledge you still haven't. I don't think this is a scam. I just think you're hurting your customers hopes by never releasing anything but pictures. I don't care if the video is a minute long showing off a bunch of blank textures with some buildings placed. At least them we know you and your team aren't lying. Again, not trying to complain just simply making an observation and expressing my thoughts.

"You're a young gun and son, let me tell you that Exodus is a man that will come here and wipe out our whole town. It's not just threat, it's a promise he's made to every person he's met." *John leans back and takes a puff from his cigar.*

"Well Exodus is down there. Him and I have met in multiple occasions. Don't go down to Mexico unless you're prepared to die." *John kicks back and relaxes.*

"You been to Mexico? Place isn't what it used to be." *John takes a nice deep puff from the cigar.*

*John picks up his hat and dusts it off.* "My friend I thought you'd never ask. I seen that cigar and I knew it was gonna be a good day."

*John smirks a little bit.* "I sure as shit am, boy." *John quickly pulls the pin down on his gun and shoots the mans gun out of his hand.* "Now see, I could've killed ya. You could've killed me. We're all just trying to show that we got egos." *John steps off his horse.* "Names John. John Lange."

*Gene looks down at the disrespect. He takes out his gun with lightning speed and aims it at the man.* "Exodus is what they call him. Just cause you got fur on your lip don't mean you know shit. They call him Exodus because he's like a myth. We never see him.. Only what he's done." *Gene pulls the pin back and looks at the man.* "Eh.. You ain't worth the bullets."

Jonathan Lange No info is known on him. Just that he's a ruthless mercenary and a gun for hire. --------------- *John rides his horse up to the two men. He looks down on them and raises his hat. The sun glowing off of him.* "You me "Exodus". They call him that further up north. Have you heard the story of Exodus?"

Mafia 3 is a rinse and repeat. Not even of the other games but if itself. It reuses the same mission types, characters and leaves no variety to the player. The story doesn't feel like a Mafia Movie being played out. It feels more like a gang movie being forced to me. Mafia 3 is a about a black man coming to kill the Mafia. While the other games weren't amazingly realistic, they were still better than that.

I'm pretty sure we all appreciate that car James?

Call of Duty is an arcade shooter. Just easier and more fun to play

I fully agree to this idea. Once we have enough members and money we should all be able to benefit of our success

Indian Scout Sixty. Mainly looks for me but I also love to hear these babies purr man. Cruising down the highway. BMW M6 I picked black because it's sleek. Any color would do though. Luxuary at its finest. Roll down the street in this and you're bound to turn some heads. Last but not least Ford Explorer Don't let the look deceive you. It's made for off-road and on road driving. Can handle almost anything you can throw at it and it's a Ford. So there's the seller right there. I kid. But it is a nice vehicle.

*Gene wakes up from a nightmare and decides to go out for a drive. He cruises down the road in farm country. The stars shining bright and the cool air passing over him. He pulls into a small gas station and walks inside. As he walks up to the counter he grabs a bag of jerky.* "You look a little sick there fella. You alright?" *Gene puts the money on the counter and looks up at the man.* "Yeah.. I'm fine, thanks for asking." *Gene turns around* "You shouldn't lie to strangers mister. It's bad for the soul." *Gene turns around and leans against the counter.* "And why would that be a question of morals?" "Well because you're sick ain't ya?" "Yes, but that's besides the point." "What are you sick with?" *Gene stops for a moment.* "I have... An enlarged heart. And soon I'll most likely die." "Well.. Then you outta live a little friend. Do things you haven't done before." *Gene smiles at the man and nods.* "I may take you up on that. I may have to." "Well come back any time." "Will do." *Gene walks out of the store and drives back home.*

"That is quite reassuring actually." *Gene turns on the radio to a station based in Roswell. He quickly turns it off and changes the station.* Sorry, lately I've been introduced to things like this. Very interesting findings with different UFO's spotted all over."

*Gene races to his BMW and starts the car. As Charles buckles his seatbelt Gene peels out of the driveway and drives as fast as he can without breaking the law.* "Sorry about forgetting my friend. Family and work got in the way and I only just remembered myself. I've got to get proper papers as well."

"Would you like a ride to the bank? My car is just outside?" *Gene pulls out his keys to be ready to shoot out the door.*

*Gene catches his breath.* "First of all! Coffee or tea? Second of all! You forgot to file your taxes."

*Gene pulls into the mansion driveway. The solace sound of the rubber tires turning on pavement and then coming to a halt. He grabs his keys and wallet then opens the car door. As he walks to the door he opens the mailbox and grabs whatever is there. As he opens the front door he sets the mail on the kitchen counter and then walks downstairs to the basement. He reads over special documents and different political papers while sipping on his coffee. He starts piling up suspected fraud papers on the right side and legitimate papers on the left to avoid confusion. He stops.* "Oh good lord!" *He runs upstairs as fast as he can and pounds on Charles' door.* "Charles wake up! You need to get up!"

*Gene drives home in his black BMW m6 and passed along a pizzeria. He quickly stops and picks up a large pepperoni pizza and a 2 liter of Diet Coca Cola. He drives home and opens his from door and walks into his house. His wife is sitting there with his 6 year old son watching the news.* "Hey babe. Sorry I'm late, I got pizza!" *His wife gets up and hugs him and walks into the kitchen. He and his son follow her lead. He sets down the pizza on the table and grabs some plates.* *In the distance.* "Three black men were found dead after allegedly being stabbed and beaten to death." *Gene turns it up.* "This happened at around 4:18 in the afternoo-" *Gene turns the tv off and thinks about Hanshi leaving just before that. But he doubts it. Gene sits down with his family and has a nice dinner.*

"Yeah, they've got their priorities set though. You can't blame them for being who they are or else they'll defy you even more." *Gene slips on his reading glasses and puts a napkin over his lap and eats his toast.* "Can you believe these stock markets? They're fluctuating so much that there isn't any room for improvement. And don't even get me started on the Presidential and Vice Presidential Debates. They're gonna ruin all of us."

"Well the way you're explaining it, it seems like it's a crime friend. What's it all about? I'd be delighted to hear it."

"As of yet, nothing my friend. We've gotten some new people coming in but nothingness yet I suppose." *Gene sees Hanshi checking his phone* "In a hurry friend?"

*Gene grabs the milk from the fridge and put it on the counter near Charles. He sits down at the table and offers some tobacco to Hanshi.* "It may be cheap but the taste is rather delicate."

*Gene walks to the door and looks through the peephole. He opens the door* "Hey Hanshi! How was the ride man? I know getting here can be kind of a hassle since it's sorta outta the way." *Gene puts his hand on Hanshi's upper back and leads him to the kitchen where Charles is.*