CIVILIANS (L.A. NOIRE)
Just imagine this- you’re a regular old Joe living in post-World War II Los Angeles, going about your business in your shiny new car that you just bought for yourself. It’s a vehicle that can go up to as much as 65 miles per hour- holy shit, right?! Mankind was not meant to travel at such insane speeds, you giddily think to yourself as the crisp, cool wind blows against your face through the slightly cracked open window while you drive down a wide open boulevard. But then-! A policeman steps onto the road some distance in front of you out of nowhere, waving his shiny badge in front of his face. You slam your feet on the breaks as your eye catches the sharp reflection of sunlight being caught on the copper’s badge, the glint being magnified through your brilliant, shiny new windshield.
The cop tells you that he needs to “borrow” your vehicle- it’s urgent, he needs your vehicle to chase down a vicious arsonist who’s been slipping through the cracks of the legal system for years. Being a good, upstanding citizen, you reluctantly, but willingly, give up your vehicle, believing that the cop will return it to you as soon as he’s done with it in good condition. The cop gets in, floors the accelerator, gets as far as about a hundred meters, and crashes the car into a wall in the most random, ridiculous way possible, absolutely totalling your pristine new vehicle. Within 30 seconds the policeman has found a new civilian to “borrow”- to him the last 2 minutes meant nothing, but to you… you will always know that your tax money is being wasted on policemen that steal automobiles for fun, and wreck then them irreparably for sport.
