From experience, roleplaying in Rockstar's crime sim can be immensely satisfying, but with such a vast open world to explore, filled to the brim with activities, jobs and distractions, engineering wholesome RP tales isn't always easy. RottenV straddles both camps, and, for my money, is one of the most entertaining roleplay playgrounds the Grand Theft Auto 5 RP scene has to offer.ĭuring my previous GTA 5 roleplay adventures, I've uncovered some cracking stories-some thrilling, some twisted, some funny and some that are difficult to categorise.
Having surpassed 50, concurrent users in May-against Steam's peak offor GTA 5 in the same month-the increasingly popular FiveM plays host to a range of servers, including a number of roleplay maps and quirky modded offshoots. Those familiar with GTA Online will know mods are a big no-no in its vanilla state, and getting caught using them can result in a permanent ban.įiveM, for those unaware, isn't officially affiliated with Rockstar's enduring crime simulator, but is ostensibly an online mod for GTA 5, that uses the base game solely to verify ownership. Members fight to survive the bloodthirsty NPC hordes, and communicate with other human players via voice chat in a world scant in resources and rife with disease. Housed within Grand Theft Auto 5's community modification FiveM, RottenV is an in-development online server that turns the game's otherwise bustling metropolis into a lawless zombie apocalypse. The world has gone to shit, mercenaries run the streets, the undead stalk the sidewalks… and I'm still the biggest monster in San Andreas. I mean, my record in Los Santos, city of crime, indulgence and debauchery isn't exactly clean to this point, but I feel like I've really pushed the envelope this time. Get to the air drop, then the safe zone and we're grand. Then again, with one less mouth to feed, we might just make it out alive. I've never seen San Andreas so sparsely populated, which is grossly unsettling in itself. The rain falls heavily as we start our swim towards Grapeseed.
And I sure as hell wasn't meeting my maker by one of those monsters. In my head, I relive the fire, the smoke, Michael's futile screams. I picture him terrified, trapped and tethered by his seatbelt, the undead mindlessly clawing at the stationary SUV's windows, his backwards maroon cap melting with the car interior around him.
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