Liberty Police, Inc. Applications Office

[Boss]

A large man with a moustache and strangely bushy eyebrows walked up to the counter in the LPI Recruitment Office, clutching a form in his hands. Upon arrival at the desk, he scratched his rear, and finishing the glazed donut he was holding, slid the form across to the receptionist.
She looked up, and nodded, all the while staring at those bushy eyebrows.
The man turned, and left, clutching another donut produced from a box from under his arm.

• Name: Elroy Parsley
  
• Age: 34
  
• Height: 6 Feet.
  
• Weight: (Various numbers are written on the page, scored out with a pen, before the final number is written) 95 Kilograms.
  
• Previous Jobs: Worker in a Manhattan office.
  
• Qualifications: High School Diploma, and a lot of hours in those simulator majigs. Does that count?
  
• Brief Biography: After leaving High School, there wasn't a lot of work going, and after doing some oddjobs, and a short-lived stint as a Private Investigator (They have to do a lot of running around) I ended up working for Kingley Enterprises, as a cubicle worker. Not much else to say about my life, but those simulators have shown me how to fly one of those fancy Patriots, and I figured I can't sit eating donuts at my cubicle all my life. So, I thought I'd apply for the LPI.
  
• Reasons for Joining: If I have to sit at my cubicle for another few years, I may just go crazy. So... Here I am.
  

The receptionist, finishes reading it over, even though she really shouldn't and puts it in the tray, so that the LPI can decide wether or not they want him.
The receptionist gets back to work, thinking about those bushy... bushy eyebrows...

Jim goes unquietly to his desk, struggling against Matt Myers who has him by the collar.

"Ah said, YOU IS GONNA FILE DIS 'ERE KID!"

"No! No! Please! Mercy, mercy I beg of you!"

"Ain't gettin' none, Markey. FILE IT!"

Matt stalked off, leaving Jim forlornly staring at a sheaf of papers.

Jim sighed and reached for his "Approved" stamp. Best to get this over with.

APPROVED

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Just go play the game and have fun dammit.

all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.