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  1. 51 points
    In honor of the end of my time as leader of Four Seas Order, we present to you:
  2. 49 points
    Player(s) being reported: ID 172, 97 Date of interaction reported: 8/30/20 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1598767755 Your characters name: Jason Malgotti Other player(s) involved: Name(s) Here Specific rule(s) broken: 10. Powergaming (PG) Powergaming is playing unfairly through not allowing other players a chance to roleplay responses and their own actions, unrealistic actions, or non-factual statements in /do. Forceful commands should be used after RP or the party is unresponsive for 30 seconds. Government funded faction members must go off duty when not performing faction duties IC. Players must capture time stamped evidence performing RP that will potentially influence future interactions and evidence is only valid for 48 hours, death, or until others RP invalidates it. How did the player break the rule(s)? So, we have been chain robbing grocery stores all night. We did a total of around 8+ stores and we had around ~12+ people. There was no response from PD or SD to any of the stores. One of the people on the radio had said that they saw Steel @alexalex303 and Blix @Westy at Binco clothing off duty with their super car. We decided that since it was such a high value car, that we would attempt to break into it while they were distracted in the store and steal it so we could chop it. Once I had enough backup around me in case things went south and after putting on some gloves to hide any potential evidence of identity, I started to lockpick the vehicle. ID 97 immediately goes into /b and starts complaining. The owner of the vehicle, ID 172, then walks out of the store as I'm currently lockpicking the handle. He comes up to the driver side door that I'm working on, unlocks the car, and attempts to open the door of which I am currently lockpicking, trying to get into the vehicle. As I knew he was going to try this, I hopped in the vehicle when he unlocked it. This is my claim of powergaming. You would not be able to unlock + open the door handle of a handle which is currently being blocked by myself whilst at the same time I'm lockpicking the handle. You would be able to do such an action if you had actually given a chance for us to roleplay with /me and /do. After I got into the drivers seat of the car, ID 97 goes into /aduty and continues making demands in /b instead of roleplaying the situation out. When I asked him why he was attempting to moderate his own situation he went off of /aduty and got another moderator, @Jasmine. As we are discussing any possible rule breaches with Jasmine, both moderators started making remarks that are unbecoming of a staff member / OOC insults. Right from the get go, Jasmine told everyone involved to remain respectful and not turn this into a flame fest, otherwise she would be voiding the situation. You can check the logs for this one, but the gist of it was that they were calling the RP from the criminal factions involved shit. They then go around taking screenshots of the situation saying that they're going to be bringing this to FM, essentially threatening us. So instead of answering the questions that Jasmine presented to the involved parties, they continued with negative toxicity in /b so much so that Jasmine decided that it was too much to handle and that a perfectly valid scenario would be voided because of the amount of flaming. Had this been on the other foot, with these staff members on aduty and somebody flaming during their admin situation they would be pretty upset as they are not able to have an outcome to the report. In the end, the RP was voided and we were left without a very valuable car that we otherwise would've been able to chop for a large amount of money; even though Jasmine had told me that she wouldn't be issuing any punishment on me because no rules were broken. I believe that the conduct shown here in /b by both moderators, ID 97 and ID 172, is not the conduct that should be allowed by the staff on this server. As I was trying to answer the questions of Jasmine respectfully and concretely, they flooded the OOC chat with toxicity to the point where it was hard for Jasmine to do her duty, so she decided to void the perfectly valid situation. I've included the video of the incident below, all claims of the OOC toxicity can be reviewed by the person handling this report via logs. I've included a few, but not all, of the toxic comments below. Remember, this is all during a situation where Jasmine is asking for civility so that she can come to a conclusion. Imagine if a staff member as a criminal went into /aduty as he was getting arrested and started shit talking the PD faction in /b during an admin situation. Evidence of rule breach: https://i.gyazo.com/4f8f4d482fd3a9768db052170455b555.png https://i.gyazo.com/3f03b893ac2c6336cd874b5eb8624405.png https://i.gyazo.com/46755e71a0e5d21a0919c3293e9bc8f1.png https://i.gyazo.com/7359b6ca6f84b9c5bf83758e1bc36d41.png
  3. 38 points
  4. 36 points
    世界各地的 订购 (The Four Seas Order) The Four Seas Order (FSO) is an americanized translation of the organization's name which can more accurately be translated to “the order influencing all around the world”. FSO is an organization that has settled and is based out of Little Seoul, they operate on two fronts: the legal representation and the illegal handlings. Publically, FSO is known as a neighborhood organization that is filled with members of the Little Seoul neighborhood. They perform public works, put on community events, advocate for local businesses, and maintain a positive public image. Privately however, and to anyone with a questioning eye, their illegal activities are plain as day. There are many chapters across the world but the Los Santos branch was established early in the year by Jae Fang and Charlie Lau. Starting from two it has grown to a large organization including diverse members from all walks of life. Following the creation of FSO in Los Santos they moved into their headquarters at the Noodle House in Little Seoul from which they still operate to this day. The members selected for the Four Seas Order will only be of extreme quality, professionalism, and those who are willing to invest their lives into the success of the organisation. For the Four Seas Order, reputation and image is everything. The group has taken influence from the current existing Los Santos Triads and aims to form them into their own image, whilst focusing heavily on business aspects and a professional reputation. The Four Seas Order works heavily on rigorous training processes to work on the criminal skills of each member within the organization. The specific rankings are tailored to each member and their strengths and inputs to the gang however there are five established orders within FSO. The Order of Pandas Members in this order are the people who head our businesses, events, and community projects. These are the face of the gang to our city and neighborhood. They bring any neighborhood concerns to the higher ups to be handled. The Order of Koi Members in this order are the people who head our street operations. They are our foot soldiers, territory patrol-ers, general muscle of the order. They follow the leadership of our Cranes and Tigers. The Order of Cranes Members of this order are our leaders. They lead the Koi in operations, work on training members, recruitment, and overall watching over the well being, quality, and growth of the gang members and gang at whole. The Order of Tigers Members of this order are our directors, our lieutenants. They manage the direction that the gang moves in. Some lead the lead recruiters, lead trainer, and training & recruitment teams. Others manage orders and gang relations in the city. These are the go too leaders for the lower ranks in the gang. The Order of Dragons Members of this order are the orchestrators of the gang. They make sure all things are on the right track. They have proven themselves over time and effort to be of the utmost honor. The word of the dragon is to be followed at once and without question. Only those who have truly proven themselves will be invited to join the Order of the Dragon. FSO does not stick to any one place, like water, they do where they please. However, Little Seoul is well regarded as their territory and they put aside time to patrol them, party at noodle houses, or just vibe. The current plans for FSO include, but are not limited to: Establish presence and power within Little Seoul and the surrounding areas. Establish influence upon the citizens of the Little Seoul neighborhood. Purchase the Noodle House in Little Seoul for opening a restaurant. Establish Noodle House as a regularly opened restaurant to the public. Build the organization's treasury to allow for the purchases of more properties in Little Seoul. Find and secure multiple locations of interest to expand operations to. Establish and Maintain diplomatic relationships with other organizations in the city. Secure a warehouse to store goods for the organization. Expand the organization’s reach outside of Little Seoul. You must have 50,000 XP on the character applying. Exceptions can be made for those that have high XP on alternate character. You must be in good standing with the community. Extensive admin logs or severe server punishments could be grounds for denial. You must be willing to learn or already have the ability to provide exceptional role play. You must be active before joining, and as a member of the faction. A minimum of 5 hours should be played on your character every week, with absences longer than 3 days being approved by a high command member.
  5. 36 points
    Character name(s): Einaras Blatniak Admin who issued punishment: @BallinByNature Date of punishment: 2020-07-08 Punishment received: Permanent ban Reason given for punishment: rwt Your explanation of what happened: I bought/received 800 or more 50. pistol ammo from my friend Pija_Love, Fanci_Mayhem Why should your appeal be accepted?: I joined this server in 2018, more than 2 years ago. Eclipse RP is my first role-play server, I spend a lot of time playing here, I made mistakes in the beginning, not gonna lie, I had many punishments from different situations, but i have never been banned for more than 2 months. During this ban, I have read the rules of the server several times and played a lot on Lithuanina Eclipse server, trying to improve and learn more about role-play. I have spent more than 4000 hours in the server, I understand my mistake and accept the punishment for it. At first I though that this was within the rules, because I didnt pay for it with real life money, but now, looking back, i see why this was ruled as breaking of the RWT rule, there was no rp in buying the ammo, almost no interaction with the character that was selling it to me. It was an OOC deal, since it was organized with a different character, not the one selling the ammo. Most of the transactions were just a drop off, without any interaction with the character selling it. I want to apologize to the staff for causing troubles and breaking the rules, this was a mistake I truly regret doing. As I mentioned, I have read the rules several times and I believe I am ready to return to the server. Yours faithfully, Einaras
  6. 35 points
    How could you become the very thing that you swore to destroy? Would you stretch your arm out for a brother you once fought alongside? Those who were left scarred seek blood, and More Blood is what they found. Created first amongst equals, eight close friends decided to take matters into their own hands to diminish the monopolisation of the criminal world. More Blood was formed, with the first members who were friends turning into a close family tied by the only thing that mattered, blood. Originating from London, the members hustled and worked their ways up through the streets of the capital city. Leading to them being some of the most notorious criminals the city had ever seen. The mannerisms and morals derived from the gruesome nature conducted by London street gangs taught the members many valuable lessons which will be carried with them throughout their lives. To the norm More Blood is a professional and well conducted gang making appropriate means of money to establish their foundations, however to the people on the inside the gang have a ruthless demeanor and give respect to those who have shown respect. TBC The Bloods are the leaders of the gang and the ones who make the weighted decisions, with the aid of their second in command, the OG's. Right hand of The Blood. A highly respected member of the family. Are capable of showing great leadership skills when The Bloods are not around. They are the second in command and are responsible for maintaining external relationships. The higher-up position. The G's are responsible for the internal working of the organization and recruitment. The Drilla is a well-trained soldier that knows how to lead. They have proven to be an elite example for the other members within the family by making sure the Runners are in check. The Clappa has proven to be able to exhibit great versatility of combat skills and signs of great initiative. They will put lives of other family members first and are not hesitant at any moment. Their own experience has helped them succeed in the criminal environment. The Thug is a foot soldier that has proven his loyalty and shown admiration to the organization. Youngins have proven themselves to be trustworthy and respectful. The Youngin is an official member of the organization. Trial rank within the organization. Each Runner is assigned a Drilla as their mentor. The Drilla will guide the trial towards official member status. ESTABLISH AND MAINTAIN RELATIONSHIPS THAT PROVIDE MORE BLOOD WITH RESOURCES TO CONTINUE WITH THEIR OPERATIONS OBTAIN A HOMEBASE GENERATE STEADY SOURCES OF INCOME TO FURTHER EXPAND AND MAINTAIN THE GANG'S POSITION IN LOS SANTOS REMOVE ALL RED WORN BY RIVALS INVEST IN LOWER INCOME AREAS WITHIN LOS SANTOS, PROVIDING COMFORT AND SECURITY TO THOSE GROWING UP IN POVERTY ESTABLISH "THE M.O.B" MINIMUM 75.000 EXP ON THE APPLYING CHARACTER EXCELLENT UNDERSTANDING OF THE SERVER RULES IN-DEPTH KNOWLEDGE OF THE CRIMINAL ENVIRONMENT EXTENSIVE ADMIN LOGS CAN BE A REASON FOR DENIAL Approach a More Blood member IC'ly for recruitment And so it begins...
  7. 35 points
    Strange Times : Mike Laurie The WCA had fought long and hard against the council but just as others have fallen before the group followed the same fate. Mike Laurie was left alone lost and confused many of his family members had left the city or found new paths and he couldn't figure out where he would fit in. He knew no matter what he would never go to the councils side as they are the ones who took his family from him. From that point on he decided he would always be on an opposing side from them. Mike found a new family in the Dojin Kai who were close allies with WCA in the war. He was very close with the leaders and they trusted his leadership skills enough to help take charge of the crew. He helped lead for a month or two before the same fate caught up to them and they faced death by council. While spending his time with Dojin Kai he reached out to an old contact from the Rooks the leader named Dmitri, Mike had heard whispers in the wind that the group was still alive and were supplying gangs trying to fight against council. Mike knew he wanted in as he hated nothing more then council. After a few meetings they both realized the business relation could be promising even beyond Dojin Kai. They would be in contact back and forth for a few months with many meetings to discuss what they wanted to see for the city in the future and to go over old stories of how the city used to be. After Dojin disbanded Mike found himself yet again lost on what to do even some of his previous family members all the Irish Laurie's created a new gang called Irish and would hold hands with council something that would make Mike sick to his stomach from betrayal. With a good amount of guns ready he knew he still didn't have a strong enough force with his remaining 3 loyal brothers to take on the council themselves, he decided they needed to join a new group. After asking around and doing some of his own investigating he fell upon an old enemy he once fought, Ash Volkov or as he used to know him Ash Blatniak. After talking for a little bit he decided to give Mike and his family a chance knowing his history. After rolling with the group for a few months he started to get comfortable and was starting to settle in and feel at home again. His input was starting to be heard within the group and he would help everyone grow as a group together. With things changing rapidly in the city everyone had a lot to learn and he was ready to take on whatever task was given to him. He knew one thing though and it was that he would never give up until things went back to how they should be and all gangs could actually enjoy themselves again.
  8. 32 points
    Player(s) being reported: Too far to see IDs would have to check damage logs Date of interaction reported: 09/02/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1599073128 Your characters name: Michael Laurie Other player(s) involved: basically every gang on the server Specific rule(s) broken: 14. Deathmatch (DM) Deathmatching is the act of attacking a player without a proper IC motive and interaction. Prior interaction should include escalation such as a robbery or a report to the police. Players may not kill victims who have complied with a plausible demand in reasonable time unless involved in severe hostile activity against them or an ally within 3 hours. Players on foot should only be attempted to be hit with a vehicle once with valid motive. Vehicles cannot be used as weapons in active shootouts unless where unavoidable. Players must be able to explain their reason and provide proof of prior reasoning if requested. If a player informs you that your VOIP isn’t working, you must either fix your VOIP using appropriate commands or use text to deliver your demand. How did the player break the rule(s)? we were placing some new furniture on our turf when all of council decided to come and start a shootout for no reason even after all of FM just talked with all factions about how this is a problem. That being besides the point i was literally standing on a roof talking on the radio and just chilling and all of the sudden they start robbing people i pull my gun out confused but never aim it i randomly get sprayed by multiple people from multiple buildings with no demands and no active shootout happening. We have had numerous occasions like this in the past few weeks and to be honest its just killing my drive to play. There was even people shooting me from around 2 blocks away on a different roof with .50s which i think is a little unrealistic in general but they could probably barely even see my character at all. I apologies to staff if this is a confusing report to take as you have to go through the logs and appreciate the time you spend figuring it out. Evidence of rule breach: https://streamable.com/pxsujp
  9. 32 points
    GD has made many connections in their months of existence. Consisting of mainly ex Zetas, relations with The Council have been sustained. With Jamaar’s help of getting ground shipments, GD has also been able to acquire overseas shipments through The Aztecas and Triads. As for the other gangs of Los Santos, GD has come across few and tension is at an all time low. This allows for leeway to assist. The GDs will continue working with The Council while they strive for direct contact with overseas suppliers. Bullets and firearms are more plentiful than ever. Los Santos has most definitely been feeling the repercussions. Nobody would have dreamt of filling multiple heavy weapons in just hours, now it is a reality. Packing out a four door car with three Micro SMGs is one hell of a sight, and it is not pretty when you are on the receiving end. Violence stemming from the GDs is typical, not even making the front pages. When it comes to business you have to stand ten toes down, a mindset that has become a necessity for them. Thad was speaking to Tyrone one day when a few jokes were passed along on both ends. Curious of how confident Tyrone was, Thad decided to ask him a simple question. “If GD went to war with LFM, do you think you guys would hold up well?” While Tyrone did not give a concise answer, his answer was evident. Thad brought up the conversation to Oti, and with him not taking it too lightly, a meeting was arranged. The meeting was brief and Oti could be seen walking down the stairs with a smile on his face. He said, “It’s time to put these dudes in their place”, thus, a loud reminder of what GD truly is was made and the rest is history.
  10. 31 points
    Carla thought to herself about the friends she’s made in this city as well as the many enemies that have been made along the way. After the disbanding of Los Zetas there were many opportunities in the city for her as far as gangs went. Carla decided she would first hustle for some money, quickly making over $1,000,000 from flipping cars, selling drugs to Triads or Aztecas for their turfs and working at Los Santos Customs on the side. War had broken out inside the city yet again, this time it was Carla’s longtime friends Gangster Disciples fighting Daichead Gadaí. The fighting called many old Los Zetas members to arms including Carla, she reached out and made her interest in joining Gangster Disciples known before resigning from Los Santos Customs. She was soon recruited into Gangster Disciples by an old friend of hers Ricky Brasco and jumped comfortably back into gang life. The battling between Gangster Disciples and Daichead Gadaí continued for some weeks with major losses on both sides. The Los Santos Police Department and Los Santos Sherrifs Department tried their best to locate and cease the fighting but the bodies kept stacking up as the war raged. Gangster Disciples were called to meet and most of the members already figured what would be happening. We would be going to war with the people who we once protected, the Los Santos Triads. La Familia Michoacana and Crimson Syndicate would be joining the fight along side Gangster Disciples against Daichead Gadaí and the Los Santos Triads. The real blood bath was only now beginning as the five gangs continue to wage war throughout Los Santos.
  11. 31 points
    Paul Esposito was a man of his word, so when he told his father that he was going to be the boss one day, he meant it. Time passed and Paul found himself garnering the trust and respect of the men throughout Italy, and finally put his foot down to take over the reigns of the mafia from his ailing father [Redacted]. With many goals in mind to expand and nurture the family legacy, he kept the ultimate goal in mind always. The ultimate goal? Respect, but not just for him or for his blood, but for any who swore the oath to uphold the name of the family. Respect was not something requested, it was demanded. Under Paul's leadership the mafia was able to thrive. There was power, money, gratitude, respect, and the most important of all... family. Internal jobs were conducted with minimal loss, and each completion added to the circle of influence. Connections were quickly established with external organizations and the extended family was able to grow once worth was proven. What more was there for the mafia that had everything in Italy? Perhaps it was time to set it's sights elsewhere.. Informants were slowly scattered throughout the country in hopes of finding new locations. When that failed to yield results, they expanded throughout Europe, starting with France. France did not yield amazing results so the Mafia continued through to Germany, Norway, and even Spain. There would always be another country and another city to send associates to, and no place was out of reach for the family. Jace Tribbiani believed this, and so much more so he set his sights even further. Considering the extremely successful cover operation that his parent's restaurant allowed, along with praise from his current mafia work, he knew a venture like this would make the family proud and so he aimed far across the ocean. San Andreas Arriving in San Andreas and relocation to Los Santos introduced Jace to The Marcello family, a group he found himself falling in line with while operating under Winston Marcello. Winston was once a very influential man in the city... until he suddenly wasn't, and following his disappearance to Italy, and no word from Paul when information was requested, the members of the family found themselves lying low. Jace decided he needed to part ways and reevaluate. Witnessing failed leadership and abandonment, doubt set in and it was decided to abandon his plan... For now. Thus Jace Tribbiani died and Jace Bianchi was born in an attempt to start anew and cut prior ties in the city. The years that followed took Jace from working at the hospital, where he learned all he could about the medical field and heading up the Fire Rescue Division; to joining an organization under the successful leadership of Bruce Wong. It was very different from everything he knew, but there was a sense of comfort, promise, and a level of comradery that made it feel very similarly to home. Years after parting with the Mafia, Jace received a call from Paul Esposito, and returned home to Italy with haste. During his time back home, his confidence was restored and the true importance of family, blood or not, resurfaced and solidified. Returning to Los Santos, Jace knew what needed to be done. For years he functioned under others. Some leadership impeccable and lessons priceless, while others were less than mediocre - but it was time for something else. Jace wanted something he could call his own and thus upon his return he brought his cousin, George Rossetti. Jace was tired of being in the shadow of others, or an off branch of something larger, but instead wanted something he could call his own. Work in the shadows like those who molded him trained to, he reached out to a few he could trust, including a long time friend Leah Lennox, and made an offer she couldn't resist. "Join me, this will be our family, La Nostra Famiglia." Capo Famiglia The leader of the organization and the person who makes all final decisions. He is respected by all lower ranks and listened to without objection. Madrina The non-traditional second in command being the highest female in the organization. The Madrina is one of the founders of the organization and trusted to assist the Capo Famiglia in all affairs and the running of day to day operations both within Command as well as lower ranks. When the Capo Famiglia in unavailable, the Madrina and Capo Bastone work together to keep the organization functioning. Capo Bastone The traditional second in command and the joint decision maker (alongside the Madrina) when the Capo Famiglia is unavailable to act. They report directly to the Capo Famiglia and are expected to fulfill all orders to the satisfaction of their superior. Caporegime A member of the Command team who is responsible for an individual sector of the organization's activity. All lower ranks are organized and established under a Caporegime who then reports to the Capo Bastone. Tenente The highest non Command rank within the organization. Tenente's report to the Caporegime and is given the duty of meeting expectations and tasks provided by the Caporegime by organizing lower ranks within their sector. They also report to the Caporegime regarding the status and recommendation of all Prospettivas. Caporale Members of the organization who have proven a higher level of trust and dependability in all areas required of them. Soldato The first official rank following successful passage of a trial phase. These members have proven their loyalty to the family and have established themselves as trustworthy and capable men and women. They are the first ones in line and highly depended on for day to day tasks. Prospettiva The recruit/prospect rank within the organization. These members are not officially recognized members and are instead under a trial period where they have to prove their worth and dependability. Establish a presence in the City of Los Santos Set up connections with other criminal organizations Develop a steady relationship with arms dealers Expand into multiple areas of profitable endeavors within our criminal enterprise Increase influence throughout San Andreas through multiple avenues of dealership Remain off Law Enforcement radar through extortion and blackmail Members must not have the (( New Player )) tag Must display a high level of roleplay at all times All prospects and inducted members will go through regular admin punishment checks There will be zero tolerance for unnecessary OOC commentary and toxicity Players are expected to remain in character at all times and abide by all server rules
  12. 31 points
    The New Routes Aztecas had been growing in size and power throughout the city, and the Cartel had been watching them closely. One day the Aztecas were driving around their new Barrio and noticed there was a couple of people who they had not met before. These people seemed well guarded, most not even willing to talk to the vatos. Never discouraged, Aztecas went to work building up good relations with their new homies, bringing Cars to the Chopshop and ensuring that there was always product for them to sell. In return the vatos were rewarded with some new connections and routes to smuggle guns into Los Santos and so began a beautiful relationship between them and the Cartel. In the meantime the cities political situation became more intense. More meetings and more time was required for decisions. Time, efforts and energy was required for each group and ensuring that appropriate deals were being made and adhered to. The week had been busy however, and it had been a long time since promotions so a night was set aside for just the vatos, something they had not been able to do in a short while. It was in this time together they realised how strong they had become and how much they had to work on. Aztecas have never given up and never settled for mediocre. We want the best, and want to prove we are the best, but like everyone, have things to improve. No one is perfect. The rest of the week continued with more meetings and discussions and now with their connections to the Cartel gathering speed in the amount that could be shipped from Mexico to Los Santos they were able to begin to supply their allies and other gangs. This was the lifeline they had been waiting for. Page 146 Page 147 Page 148 Page 149 Page 150 Page 151 Page 152 Page 153 Page 154 Page 155 Page 156 Page 157 1 Page 158 Page 159 Page 160 Page 161 Page 162 Page 163 Page 164 Page 165 Page 166 Page 167 Page 168 Page 169 Page 170 Page 171 Page 172 Page 173 Page 174 Page 175 Page 176
  13. 29 points
    Player(s) being reported: ID 152 Date of interaction reported: 12/09/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 10 | 1599888374 Your characters name: Carlos Rodrigueez Other player(s) involved: Specific rule(s) broken: 9. Non-Roleplay (NRP) Actions that are unrealistic or promote poor quality roleplay are considered as non-roleplay. Examples of actions that are considered as non-roleplay: • Baiting Government Services - Provoking a reaction from faction services without a realistic reason / or calling faction services to e.g. rob them. • Mercy Killing - Asking to be killed by a friend (Killing a friend falls under deathmatching). • Unrealistic stunt jumping or the use of an expensive vehicle to ram into other vehicles. • Spawning a scripted work vehicle and using it for anything other than its intended purpose. • Submerging any vehicle in water or unrealistically beaching any watercraft. • Swimming in water for an unrealistic amount of time or without a destination during a chase. Players who disconnect during roleplay must reconnect and inform other parties in order to resume roleplay. Our official discord server has a channel dedicated to game crash notifications and you should post here with a valid reason for being unable to return. If a player gets away from being chased/pursued, they must wait 15 minutes before they can logout. Players should not instigate roleplay situations if they do not have time to play it through. Players who ignore answering roleplay commands directed at them, e.g. /do. In a situation where a player’s game crashes or the player is kicked from the server, they should be allowed to have the same advantages as they have had before their leave. Players should not deprive other players of roleplay, e.g. early on the interaction asking them not to speak unless it makes sense in the roleplay situation. . Hacking and Exploits Players must not have mods, trainers, or any kind of software installed that gives any advantage. Server bugs may not be used for advantage and must be reported on ECLIPSE Roleplay forums. Server scripts should not be exploited in any way to your advantage, e.g. circumventing AFK timer. How did the player break the rule(s)? We had a shootout with some of the police and ID 152 is downed, He then uses tac radio while being injured. He is bug abusing the new system that was brought in not allowing you to use radios when injured, Because of his 3rd party program it allows him to bypass this and relay information sending more backup to his location after being downed. As you can see in the video he is downed at 0:05 seconds and is using it up until 0:09. Player was informed to save his POV Evidence of rule breach:
  14. 28 points
    Player(s) being reported: ID 31, 59, 28 Date of interaction reported: 09/20/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1600564927 Your characters name: Navidad Delnorte Other player(s) involved: Multiple Aztecas and LFM Specific rule(s) broken: 9. Non-Roleplay (NRP) Actions that are unrealistic or promote poor quality roleplay are considered as non-roleplay. Players are required to remain IC at all times. RP can only be paused or voided by admins. If a crash / disconnect occurs, players must post in the crash reports discord channel and contact all parties to resume. Players reconnecting must be given all opportunities held prior. Players should not instigate situations they do not have time to play through. If a player is chased they must wait 15 minutes before they can log out of the game. Players can’t depict their character with real images or game images not possible on ECRP. Examples: Ignoring RP, baiting government services without proper IC reason, asking to be killed or forcing your own death, unrealistic stunt jumping, misusing expensive vehicles, using script work vehicles for other purpose, submerging any vehicle in water intentionally, swimming for an unrealistic amount of time in a chase, or stealing from / tampering with an OOC F4 menu. How did the player break the rule(s)? I will keep this short. What you will see from the evidence is as follows: The 3 police officers first approached 10 of us, who were talking with heavy weapons and behind us we had 15 more people in total there was 25 gang members in Mount Chilliad. The officers came shouting demands to put our hands up and then a shoot-out happened in which all 3 officers died an no additional PD, SD, SWAT or SED back up appeared in Mount Chilliad. Why am I reporting? The police officers showed absolutely no regards for their life. 3 police officers ran into 10 gang members with heavy guns out with another 15 behind them. There was nothing tactical about this situation, the only thing they accomplished was create an gunfight in which they all died. This is unrealistic and poor rp. Evidence of rule breach: https://youtu.be/HReSIUxpBfU
  15. 28 points
    Player(s) being reported: 222, 206, 3, 252 Date of interaction reported: 9/9/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1599673141 Your characters name: Kris Davis Other player(s) involved: Several people Specific rule(s) broken: 15. Player Theft, Prison Breakout, and Kidnapping Robberies should be conducted in a realistic manner with reasonable in-character motive using secluded areas. Players should not conduct minor robberies in situations with high risk. Desert or forest areas are considered secluded but witnesses should still be considered. One cannot force victims to withdraw money, sell script assets, or give assets not present IC. One cannot steal from players with NEW PLAYER above their head unless they have deliberately taken part in an active crime scene in which protection is temporarily lost. Players may not steal from their faction treasury as the F4 menu is OOC. Permission for prison break must be approved by a Senior Moderator+ prior to the attempt. Players may participate in no more than 1 prison break attempt within 1 OOC week. Players are allowed to kidnap or to take other players hostage for these specific reasons: • You have to have a roleplay reason to attack the victim in accordance with the DM rules. • If you attempt to commit robbery of a property, you are allowed to hold the players within that property until you have finished the robbery. An NPC is not a valid hostage. • All included players may not take another hostage for 1 OOC week if police are involved. 9. Non-Roleplay (NRP) Actions that are unrealistic or promote poor quality roleplay are considered as non-roleplay. Players are required to remain IC at all times. RP can only be paused or voided by admins. If a crash / disconnect occurs, players must post in the crash reports discord channel and contact all parties to resume. Players reconnecting must be given all opportunities held prior. Players should not instigate situations they do not have time to play through. If a player is chased they must wait 15 minutes before they can log out of the game. Players can’t depict their character with real images or game images not possible on ECRP. Examples: Ignoring RP, baiting government services without proper IC reason, asking to be killed or forcing your own death, unrealistic stunt jumping, misusing expensive vehicles, using script work vehicles for other purpose, submerging any vehicle in water intentionally, swimming for an unrealistic amount of time in a chase, or stealing from / tampering with an OOC F4 menu. 14. Deathmatch (DM) Deathmatching is the act of attacking a player without a proper IC motive and interaction. Prior interaction should include escalation such as a robbery or a report to the police. Players may not kill victims who have complied with a plausible demand in reasonable time unless involved in severe hostile activity against them or an ally within 3 hours. Players on foot should only be attempted to be hit with a vehicle once with valid motive. Vehicles cannot be used as weapons in active shootouts unless where unavoidable. Players must be able to explain their reason and provide proof of prior reasoning if requested. If a player informs you that your VOIP isn’t working, you must either fix your VOIP using appropriate commands or use text to deliver your demand. How did the player break the rule(s)? Very self-explanatory from the evidence provided, the reported party was camping outside of the bank after hearing the alarm had went off. Several things are wrong with this, and I'll do my best to eloquently elaborate the nonsense that occurred. Players knowing stay in the vicinity of an armed bank robbery with heavy weapons with no clear goal in sight, they shot us down and reportedly left immediately after doing so. They put themselves in extreme danger of prosecution and even death for no reason whatsoever, they gained nothing from this, from my knowledge nobody was arrested showing there was no plan in hind sight but to disrupt the bank robbery for no reason. They are well aware of the threat law enforcement posed for us and them and completely disregarded that, if they were shot back at and injured the loss on their side would be large with no clear motive. There was nothing realistic about this situation, I do not know what went into the thought process of these individuals but I expect for them to have evidence regarding this and a very good reason for doing so. I will allow the reported parties to post their comments before directing any further questions or concerns, thank you. Evidence of rule breach: https://streamable.com/bl7936 https://streamable.com/fafqe4
  16. 26 points
    The Crimson Syndicate was built on respect and loyalty. Not just from its members but also its associates. Crimson had always been strongly connected to the council. Crimson never second guessed the word of the council. The Council and Crimson built a relationship on trust and mutual respect. Crimson would assist Council and Council assisted Crimson back. A mutual friendship unbroken. Crimson was especially close with Los Zetas, the strongest criminal organisation Los Santos had and will ever see. The members of Crimson Syndicate looked upto Zetas. Never did a thought pass that Crimson would ever attempt to back-stab their friends. A strong friendship grew everyday between Crimson and Zetas one that would blossom until the day Zetas disbanded. Crimson was thrilled with Aztecas as the newest addition to the council. It had shown just how far mutual friendship could go. This inspired The Crimson Syndicate. Aztecas had always been close with Crimson due to its old ties to Front Yard Ballas. When the entire city turned on the council the only gang left backing council was Crimson. Respect was earned on both sides. Crimson was being pressured to disband and join the newly formed FSO. Crimson had disbanded. Things just didn't work out in FSO. There was disagreements made and it was agreed that some members would part ways. There was attempts at making other gangs but all other attempts failed. Tony had left the city for awhile. Hoping one day he could return to rejoin Triads. It was made clear that if Tony ever wanted to return he would be given that opportunity to do so. Not sure what to do, Tony was solo for awhile. He hung out with one of his close friends John Corsetti. Tony had respect for what John had built. John threw Tony a hypothetical. What if he brought Crimson back and offered Tony a high-ranking position. Tony entertained the idea but it was still just an idea. Tony after a good day went home and went to sleep. He woke up the next morning to a phone call. Tony quickly got dressed and answered the call. (*Ring Ring*) (*Ring Ring*) (*Ring Ring*) Tony: Hello? John: Hey Tony, It's John. Tony: Whats up John: About that hypothetical yesterday, I was being serious... Tony: Damn I'm not sure if I'm ready for a position in a gang like that yet. John: Well, the position is there give me a call back if you are down. Tony: Sure thing. (*beeep*) Tony thought about it. He could attempt to rejoin Triads or possibly make something BIG. It was a hard decision. Tonys family was in Triads. Tony decided that he would do it. Give it a full attempt before he attempted to return to Triads. Tony called back John to let him know. "I'm in" A meeting was held with some of the older high-commanding members and it was agreed most would go there separate ways. Some made good decisions some bad. Many crimson joined up with Ashs crew which was ex-wca and ex-murda. This brought shame to the Crimson name. We had to re-earn our respect in the city. The rebuilding process was very fast and John was one of the greatest recruiters Tony had ever seen in the city. He recruited so many quality members and made a solid crew the first week. Relations were formed with Triads, Aztecas, GD, LFM and FSO. Crimson had voiced their discomfort with rooks recruiting ex-wca. Crimson had always had a bad history with these people. Crimson had aligned themselves with the diplomatic side of the council. It would side against rooks which was stated in meetings with all the factions Crimson could meet with. Things were going well diplomatically, and growth was better and faster than ever. Crimson was always in favour of the council. Triads reached out about a new opportunity that would mutually benefit both of our organisations. Triads had made crimson a deal they couldn't refuse. They wanted us to rob stores for them for money that they would launder and give us a large cut of it. This was the thought start of a new strong friendship between Triads and Crimson. We assign groups to hit multiple stores at a time all around the Los Santos area. This was extreme organised crime. Law Enforcement would struggle to catch all stores at once. Crimson had amassed millions towards the Triads' cause. We had made hundreds of gun orders in such a short amount of time. Everything seemed well... Rumours spread, lies formed and opinions shifted. Rumour had spread fast that Crimson was the newest ally of the disgraced Rooks. Not sure who was behind these lies crimson reassured its members and other factions it was not and never had any intention of working with rooks. Attempting to find where this rumour came from, it came to Tony very quickly an idea of who it was. Irish had been increasingly hostile toward Crimson but we were not sure why. Tony had his Irish background and only knew Collie Fegan in Irish. It became clear to the high-command of Crimson that Irish was made up of old enemies of Crimson and The Council. Dojin-Kai and West Coast Assassins. This time, they were under the protection of the Triads. This became an increasing problem. Tony Romano was a renowned and respected within the city. His word was solid because his personal respect was valued in the city. The high-command of crimson got word that Irish had initiated in skirmishes with our people for no reason other than they were "board" Crimson had reached out multiple times to Irish but it was clear there was no intention in responding. During our daily operations for Triads, 2 members of Irish in a car followed him to a meeting being set up at new triads HQ old zeta HQ. Tony had insisted that they follow so they could say what they were saying infront of Tonys own brother, Al Romano. The original meaning for the meeting had become completely irrelevant. Irish, ironically was present and accusations were made. Irish denied this ever happened at first until Tony took his own brother to the side. Tony told Al, why on EARTH would he or his members ever even consider helping ex-wca and ex-murda/dojin members who wiped crimson in the past. It made no logical sense. Al agreed and he did tell Irish off. Irishs' tune changed very quickly when they realised how bad of a fuck up they just did. Tony, made the offer that they forgot about the past situations and form a relationship with each other that could potentially grow. Irish agreed and numbers and names were exchanged. Unfortunately this didn't end the spiralling out of control relations with Irish and then Triads. Rooks begun hitting Crimson extremely hard after the Irish member claimed Rooks were declaring war. Crimson HC found it very odd. Crimson continued to do operations with Triads however nothing could stop the inevitable now. Triads, somehow took Irishs' word that Crimson was working with Rooks. At a money laundry transfer Tony Kwang brought Tony Romano aside. He had talked about Crimson working with Rooks and if I had knew anything about it. Tony responded that it was a false rumour started by Irish. If crimson were working with rooks Tony told them to get proof and whoever that was would be gone. Both tonys went back to the meeting and went our separate ways. This would be the last time Tony and Triads would ever see eye-to-eye again. Tony had demanded to see Collie Fegan after all this went down and was met with a SNITCH. Crimson had an URGENT meeting in which they discussed the rumour. Tony wanted to know if it was true. He trusted his people but he had to make sure so that the entire organisation didn't go down. Tony checked every single members phone with every text and call log. He found nothing. Tony urged if anyone was working with Rooks to stop. He never could truly know but he knew it was false. This same night, Triads started hitting Crimson. Crimson refused to hit Triads back, only to defend themselves until they could prove that Irish was working with Rooks. It was clear that Irish had put a blanket over the eyes of the Triads. The Dojin members were not satisfied with the outcome and we became the first of many attacks. Irish came with a vengeance against everyone who helped Triads take down Dojin, even ex-triads. Crimson was only a small organisation. It was impossible that it could defend itself forever while being so easily identifiable. Crimson had a meeting and it was agreed we would all lay low, stock pile and prepare. Tony, John and many others begun reaching out to all other gangs within Los Santos and explaining what was happening and dispelling the rumours. Noone had believed the rumours and every faction had stated Crimson was still on good terms with them. Crimson was in a place that not much factions had ever been in. It was being hit by only Irish and Triads and noone else. This was the start of many concerns. Meeting with other factions Tony and John had come to realise that respect for Triads was not the same as it once was. They had met with multiple gangs that had stated crimson was not a target to them and actuilly still very respected. Crimson was re-branded to "The Family" for the time being until they could resurface. It was a connection of criminals and no longer public organisation but secret. LFM had voiced their trust and respect toward Crimson and their approach to the war with Triads. It was a surprise to many that we uttered the words Crimson was at war with Triads and still there to say it. This could never have been the case in the past. It was clear Triads was weaker than ever. It had turned out, it was not just Crimson that had felt disrespected by Triads and their newly made ex-dojin-kai friends. Tony had reached out to Tyrone (Black Santa) in which he voiced his interest in joining this organisation as a lower member. Tony would still keep his close connections to Crimson while creating new connections and friends. Tony fit right in with LFM. There were many people he recognised from OG Rooks, Seaweed, Wanted and Zetas all gangs he highly respected. Tony had sparked intrest to John that LFM could be a home for all of us. A place we could help build up. Things were cut short after a day. Triads had noticed Tony had joined LFM. Tony, assumed he was personally still on good terms with Triads however both LFM and Tony found out the hard way that, that was not the case. Vince Draco had made accusations that Tony had personally worked with rooks and was too emotionally driven. Tony was asked to apologise to Irish for accusing them of working with rooks due to being ex-dojin. This was hard for Tony to over-come but he would do anything for his current organisation. Tony is loyal. Tyrone brings Tony aside and gives him Stephen the second in command of Irishs' number. Tony sends out a text apologising and asking to meet face to face. Things came up in tonys life and he decided to not follow up with it. He left LFM to keep all relations clean and to not cause problems. Tony had told Tyrone about everything Vince, Triads and Irish had lied about and what he thought they planned to gain through this all. They both noded and parted ways for the time being. Over the next few weeks, everything Tony had had meetings about to other organisations was taking place. Triads had all but abandoned their old allegiances in favour of a new one with Irish. Relations were at an all time low for Triads and their future is uncertain. The major powers of the city have united against them just like how the major powers aligned against Narcos. History, seemingly had repeated. The order is given out. All members of Crimson Syndicate are to prepare for war. LFM and GD and declared war on Triads. This was the time. Crimson Syndicate, LFM and GD have formed an agreement against Triads and Irish. Crimson and LFM would rally under the one uniform as we both in our own ways represented red. It is CONFIRMED to Tony that Ash, basically hit leader of the Rooks had joined Irish. This was when everyone had begun to see the truth. Triads and Irish did and are actively working with rooks. It is known now by all the major powers. It is now indisputable. GD, Crimson and LFM all hunted Triads and Irish only to find them at public banks, hospitals. Tony catches and pictures triads out of colors with the triad admitting "Vince told us to drop colors when he flys out" this was a clear sign Triads was losing and on their last legs. Victory is inevitable. It became clear to Tony, Crimson, GD, LFM and all others that Triads work with snitches, rats and the lowest scum of criminal.
  17. 26 points
    Character name(s): Jonas Eriksen Admin who issued punishment: @jason Date of punishment: 08/22/2020 Punishment received: Permanent Reason given for punishment: Real World Trading! Your explanation of what happened: Traded gun stores with little to no RP. Why should your appeal be accepted?: I have re-read the rulebook in its entirety and taken some time to reflect on the rule break. I regret metagaming a majority of the gun store transaction and I apologize for the ruined roleplay and extra staff work this brings. Having re-read the rules I feel like I'm ready to return to the server with a better understanding and grasp of the server rules than before. This is my first admin log and I plan on keeping it that way. Post any evidence or further details:
  18. 25 points
    Somewhat recently reinstating into the Los Santos Police Department, Ilai Daniels was more than stoked to see what became of some of his old colleagues and friends, whether if they remained around, and if so, what has become of them and their rank. While on a standard routinely patrol, by Del Perro Beach, Ilai received a radio transmission from an old friend of his and another reinstatee to the LSPD, Detective Mike Adams. The two have known each other for sometime, and used to patrol together very frequently back in the day, as such, it wasn't a surprise to see the two under the same unit again. The two quickly met at Mission Row where they deployed an Unmarked Buffalo police cruiser, they left Mission Row and quickly changed to code 3, turning their lights and sirens on as they began responding for a nine-one-one call detailing a possible armed mugger going around Hawick Avenue and attempting to rob individuals. The two arrived on-scene of the original call, however, to no avail as not a single person was present around the entire street. The two attempted to come in contact with the caller by ringing his personal number, provided to them through the use of the Mobile Data Centere, however, they would again come to no avail as the man's phone was off and the call didn't go through. Not too soon after, the two began responding to a possible code 1 by Strawberry Avenue, multiple LEOs began making radio callouts asking for backup and support in what originally sounded like a gang shootout, upon additional units' arrival, the scene was found to be more quiet than expected, frankly, all suspects were already long gone and not a single one remained on-scene, as such, all units were cleared shortly after the two finished setting up scene management at the scene's entrance, annoying the two as they've just waisted a fair share of their time moving the blockades around to no real purpose. After clearing from the scene, the two returned to their normal patrol route, swinging by some of the more nicer and calmer areas of Los Santos, primarly taking place on Bay City Avenue, Del Perro Beach and Vespucci Canals. After a bit of driving around, the two decided to respond to a nine-one-one call detailing an armed robber being present on the Del Perro Pier, they quickly turned their lights and sirens on and made their way there, eventually arriving face-to-face with the caller who began providing the two information about the robber, claiming he was already long gone by the time we arrived. Without any other tasks left to do, and Mike needing to go off-shift. The two returned to Mission Row, parking their cruiser and re-racking their weapons inside the armoury. Soon after, they could be seen changing into their normal attires and clothes in the locker room, calling out the disbanding of Twelve Henry Fourteen, Mike's unit.
  19. 24 points
    Currently NLR States: 11. New Life Rule (NLR) Upon a player's death all parties involved in the death should forget memory of all information and any negative interactions and events leading up to the death. Information prior to the death should be completely forgotten and is no longer valid justification for any future hostile action against those involved. Players can’t return to the area of death until the prior RP is finished and 30 min OOC pass. Government faction members may return to their HQ and resume unrelated faction duties. The addition of the highlighted phrase could be implemented: 11. New Life Rule (NLR) Upon a player's death all parties involved in the death should forget memory of all information and any negative interactions and events leading up to the death. Information prior to the death should be completely forgotten and is no longer valid justification for any future hostile action against those involved. Players can’t return to the area of death until the prior RP is finished and 30 min OOC pass. Government faction members may return to their HQ and resume unrelated faction duties. Players may resume overarching conflict with opposing Factions, unrelated to the specific scenario leading to the NLR. Reasoning: Currently under NLR any form of negative events should be "forgotten" between the individuals involved with the NLR. This is extremely harmful to the continuation of conflict roleplay, removing the potentiality for overarching gang conflict, i.e. Bloods vs Crips. Along with this, currently the NLR rule means that "official wars" would be completed after 1 gun fight, heavily removing any potentiality for deep war RP. This addition would allow conflicting Factions to work towards a war level of Faction Conflict, providing a pinnacle event to potentially fully settle the conflict.
  20. 24 points
    When Darragh Curtin first landed in the city, he and his best mate Andrew Conolley from back home were dead broke and mined all night and all day just so they could purchase some illegal firearms to get into the gun dealing business. After making up the money to buy a small order of 10 .50s, Darragh and Andrew talked to one of their friends Hugo Whitehead who which they met while before in Narcos. Hugo offered to sell the two men 10 .50s for 60k, which took Andrew and Darragh 3 weeks to make up what was such a large amount of money at the time for them. When the pair finally made the money, they contacted Hugo and organised a meeting for their first bulk order. Later on when Darragh had saved up some money and had some guns stored up, he decided he needed to find an organisation to join and gain new connections as well as get protection. Eventually, Darragh came across an organisation called the Dojin Kai, which is where he met Dara Macfadden, Stephen Joyce, and Issac Collins. When the Dojin-Kai later disbanded, he joined the newly founded Daichead Gadai, which will bring us to current day.
  21. 24 points
    Below is the now removed website for Fiddler Clown Services, Inc., A defunct business that has been previously and is currently being investigated for kidnapping, human trafficking, murder, fraud, domestic terrorism and more. There is an on-going investigation to confirm whether or not the incident at the pier was in fact connected to these people and their business. Some names and sensitive information has been removed for privacy reasons. This website has been made public to warn the citizens of Los Santos of these potentially dangerous men and women. The LSPD as well as the FIB recommend that you do NOT enter any vehicle of ANY person that you do not know personally. Be wary of people in clown costumes attempting to offer you free candy, cookies, or a party. -David Norton, FIB Fiddler Party Services, Inc. About Us In the Summer of 1980, a trucker, [REDACTED] set out on a route delivering lumber from Paleto Bay, San Andreas to Liberty State. About halfway through the long trek across the nation, the trucker received a call on his cellphone...his house had burned down...and took his wife with it. Shocked and devastated, the trucker abandoned the company truck fleeing on foot to [REDACTED]. It is believed that the man stayed there for about a year before returning to his home state of San Andreas. Poor and lonely, he stayed in an farmhouse in [REDACTED], surviving off of donations he begged for during hot days. Feeling lower than he had ever before, a depressed [REDACTED] had an idea during one sleepless night. All he needed to do was be positive, of course! Positivity solves everything, so the man decided to start a business endeavor off of a loan from a very generous and legitimate business man in Los Santos, and started his business: Fiddler Party Services, Inc. With this business, people of all walks of life could come together and be happy! The man took on the persona of Fiddler the Clown, a loving and caring clown who is great with children! Fiddler cared about one thing: happiness, and seeing people come to his parties brought him a sense of true utter joy. Over time, this business expanded, and some GLOWING reviews were being left for this business. Fiddler has brought along many new faces into his business over the years, all delivering cookies, parties, and most importantly, happiness out of their bright yellow clown van. From his tough start as a beggar, Fiddler has started a cookie empire that lives on to this day. Now, you can see us driving our van around Los Santos and Blaine County. Unfortunately, due to Fiddler's current condition, he can no longer partake in field work, and you can see Chatterbox, his most trusted associates, heading the party planning business. Services Here at Fiddler Party Services, Inc. we provide a variety of services to fit every occasion. Looking for an adults-only blast with music, drinks, and a full service bar? We've got a package for that! Children's Birthday Party? They'll love one of our many kid's party plans! Whatever it is you're looking for, Fiddler Party Services, Inc. is your one-stop shop for all party needs. Cookies by the box Chocolatey Chip Oatmeal Raisin Peanut Butter Sugar Frosted Sugar Fudge Brownie Gingerbread (Seasonal) One box - $4.99 Three boxes - $9.99 Ten boxes - $24.99 (One box is 6 cookies) Parties Children's Packs ($199.99) SuperKids superhero fun pack Chatterbox and the gang will dress up in wacky hero costumes as they entertain your children for two hours. There they will play party games, explore the funhouse, and will be served pizza from Domino's. This pack includes three boxes of frosted sugar cookies decorated with your kids favorite superheros! Pretty Pretty Princess fun pack This two hour party pack is jam packed with fun activities that your kids will LOVE! The house will decorated in all kinds of pink furniture fit for a princess. While in our care they will play dress up with the employees as well as common slumber party games such as truth or dare and never have I ever. Pizza is served as well as our made-in-house frosted cupcakes! (sugar-free options available upon request) Adult Parties ($249.99) Happy Happy Joy fun pack In this best selling party, Chatterbox himself gives a tour of the funhouse, explaining what each room is for and how the business operates, including how we make our world famous cookies. Guest will then be given an opportunity to assist the clowns in making a batch of cookies. The guest will then get to try their creation. Most guests end up staying over for this party, as many become drowsy from the happiness. The Block Party fun pack In this pack, experience a hardcore party experience, including a full service bar and catered gourmet food. Chatterbox, Krusty, BoBo, and more will join in on the action and help make sure that this party is the best of your lives! Our Mission Statement Here at Fiddler Party Services, Inc., we are committed to providing you with the greatest party experience across the state! Our parties have been critically acclaimed so we KNOW you love them. And we love you! Yes, Fiddler is about parties, but more than that Fiddler Party Services Inc. is about family. Once you have a party at our funhouse, you truly do become a part of the Fiddler and Friends family! Your happiness is of our utmost care and concern so please remember, no one cares about you as much as we do. No one. Please do consider leaving us a review on LifeInvader, and feel free to come back for another party! Accusations Hello Fiddler Family! We at Fiddler Party Services, Inc. would like to take a moment to address some recent accusations that have come to light. Lately, we have been under fire from both the authorities and the news in a targeted harassment campaign to try and destroy our image. Right now we will just clear up a few things. To start, people have been saying that they have been "kidnapped" by Fiddler Party Services, Inc. We assure you, this is not the case. Any clowns seen kidnapping individuals are not employees of our business and should be immediately reported to the police. Any one who has used our services knows that we are just honest men and women trying to make a living, and that we would never take someone against their will. Another claim that has been thrown around is that Fiddler Party Services, Inc. is actually a "cult". Let us assure you, Fiddler Party Services, Inc. as well as our subsidiary company, Fiddler and Friends are not a cult. Anyone who tells you we are a cult are trying to mislead you and take you off of your path to success. With this all clarified, please consider joining the Fiddler and Friends family, a group of friends that share a love for happiness and seeing others smile. Copyright Fiddler Party Services, Inc. and Fiddler and Friends, 2019 But it goes much deeper... Hi-Hats Background Back in 1980, a mentally deranged trucker by the name of Louis Bard had recently departed on a delivery, going all the way from Paleto Bay to Liberty City. Shortly after leaving, however, he suffered an episode, causing him to turn back and return to his home. There he shot and killed his wife Maria, delivering a single .357 magnum shot to her forehead, killing her instantly in her sleep. Realizing the mess he was in, Louis panicked, and his state of disarray he took a match to his home, burning it to ash in the middle of the night. Louis would never arrive in Liberty City. It is believed that he retreated to the country, before returning to Blaine County a year later. In his time away, Louis would come to feel immense guilt and sorrow about his wife. Upon his return he took out a loan for $100,000 from a prominent mob boss, and used it to start his own business, Fiddler Party Services, Inc. Fiddler and his "employees" would plan parties for individuals, as well as invite people to impromptu parties by driving around in their van. On the side, they sold cookies to make extra money. From the outside, it seemed that this was a good, honest business, but these aren't the only services Fiddler provided... Operations What most people didn't know is that parties and cookies were only part of the Fiddler Party Services, Inc. operation. In the criminal underworld, this group was known as the Hi-Hats, a gang of dangerous clowns with bad attitudes, feared by many. In reality, Fiddler headed a human trafficking ring, where his men would kidnap unsuspecting people, taking them to a funhouse where they would brand, torture, and sometimes even kill their prisoners. Others met a worse fate. Fiddler would sell them off into slavery, trafficking them for money. While the cookies were baked fresh, almost all of them would contain a "special ingredient," some sort of drug that would be used to aide in the kidnapping of individuals. Today, the Hi-Hats perform similar operations to those of the past. The one difference is that the Fiddler himself no longer participates in field work. Instead, the fiddler works from the shadows, continuing to head the internal operations of the group, keeping in direct contact with only one other member. Structure The Fiddler In charge of all Hi-Hats operations and decisions. Works from the shadows and manages human trafficking. The Chosen Only member able to be directly contacted by the Fiddler. Performs general duties and keeps other members in line. The Whip Keeps other members in line. Is also in charge of The Hi-Hats recruitment. The Vision Operates and manages the gang's money laundering operations. Is responsible for keeping the public, police, and media unaware of their illegal operations. Hi-Hat Performs general duties. Assists in the training of recruits. Recruit Newly joined the group. Must prove themselves to the Others in order to become a fully-fledged Hi-Hat. Turf The Hi-Hats operate primarily out of their funhouse in Grapeseed, Blaine County. Their turf extends to include Pauls Farm in the East, along the Alamo Sea to the South, a little beyond the town border to the North, and stretches furthest to the West, including part of the North road along the Alamo Sea. Goals Make a name for ourselves, making the Hi-Hats feared and known around the city. Remain anonymous, leading the public to believe that our illegal element is not affiliated with us. Establish control over Grapeseed and the surrounding area. Officially buy and own the funhouse property, allowing us to secure and furnish it. Establish a front for our illegal operations. Make powerful allies to support and help us in our endeavors. Maintain good relations with powerful gangs, at least while we remain small. Obtain access to the Laptop along with official status. Requirements We have no XP requirement, however, you must be able to demonstrate an ability to RP at a high level and show a desire to improve. Hi-Hats are involved in unique, advanced RP, you must be able to keep up and show that you really care about roleplay, not just winning. NO "/do s?"!!! Have a relatively clean admin log. Some punishments are okay, however those with extensive logs may be denied. We handle punishments on a case-by-case basis, but as long as you prove to us you've learned your lesson, you should be good. Have Fun!! We all just play this game to have some fun, so don't get stressed out, start OOC drama, or get too invested. Gangs on the server are very volatile, and they come and go quite often. Please, if you want to join the Hi-Hats be sure to enjoy yourself. We are a positive community and don't want OOCly toxic people ruining the vibe. Pass our entry exam. It consists of an RP test as well as an initiation ritual. It's a surprise so be prepared!
  22. 24 points
    Player(s) being reported: ID 103, 334, 114, 29 Date of interaction reported: 2/9/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1599073250 Your characters name: Kris Davis Other player(s) involved: - Specific rule(s) broken: DM/Player Theft 14. Deathmatch (DM) Deathmatching is the act of attacking a player without a proper IC motive and interaction. Prior interaction should include escalation such as a robbery or a report to the police. Players may not kill victims who have complied with a plausible demand in reasonable time unless involved in severe hostile activity against them or an ally within 3 hours. Players on foot should only be attempted to be hit with a vehicle once with valid motive. Vehicles cannot be used as weapons in active shootouts unless where unavoidable. Players must be able to explain their reason and provide proof of prior reasoning if requested. If a player informs you that your VOIP isn’t working, you must either fix your VOIP using appropriate commands or use text to deliver your demand. 15. Player Theft, Prison Breakout, and Kidnapping Robberies should be conducted in a realistic manner with reasonable in-character motive using secluded areas. Players should not conduct minor robberies in situations with high risk. Desert or forest areas are considered secluded but witnesses should still be considered. One cannot force victims to withdraw money, sell script assets, or give assets not present IC. One cannot steal from players with NEW PLAYER above their head unless they have deliberately taken part in an active crime scene in which protection is temporarily lost. Players may not steal from their faction treasury as the F4 menu is OOC. Permission for prison break must be approved by a Senior Moderator+ prior to the attempt. Players may participate in no more than 1 prison break attempt within 1 OOC week. Players are allowed to kidnap or to take other players hostage for these specific reasons: • You have to have a roleplay reason to attack the victim in accordance with the DM rules. • If you attempt to commit robbery of a property, you are allowed to hold the players within that property until you have finished the robbery. An NPC is not a valid hostage. • All included players may not take another hostage for 1 OOC week if police are involved. How did the player break the rule(s)? It's relatively self evident from the evidence, the accused party decided to mount a roof in broad daylight with heavy weapons and body armor to rob a group of masked individuals with no apparent reason. I can not see how sitting on a roof away from gang presence is a reason to rob someone, or even shoot them? I am sickened, the same factions and faction leaders making claims that criminal roleplay has issues ('is dead' as I paraphrase) are the same leaders and factions condoning this kind of roleplay. But to further explain the rulebreak, after the person instructs me to follow them, I follow, they tell me to drop my gun, I drop my gun, after a verbal exchange, with no demand in hindsight he shoots me after I tell him to 'suck dick'. With absolute no motive to first off step foot on the roof, to rob me, or to inflict harm after not wording one thing to me besides telling me to drop my gun. In regards to the other several accused robbers I will provide additional footage and wording if necessary, the issue that bothers me the most is the person shooting me after I comply with all of their demands, continually try not to present my self a threat, and still get shot for verbally attacking the robber. Evidence of rule breach: https://streamable.com/b9uzfe
  23. 23 points
    Team Update: Skiperz has joined the Support Team. Eroare2 has joined the Support Team. JulesInfinity has joined the Support Team. ImSteveHi has joined the Support Team. Trigo92 has joined the Support Team. Doey has joined the Support Team. Invoker has joined the Support Team. Zac_Stevens has joined the Support Team. KimeyBear101 has joined the Support Team. Boonga has joined the Support Team. Weecey has joined the Support Team. Maccy has joined the Support Team. malice has joined the Support Team. thrax has joined the Support Team. CaesarSeizure has joined the Support Team. Gyromite has joined the Support Team. RedFox has joined the Support Team. Hector2Fingers has joined the Support Team. IAmTurtle has joined the Support Team. Maui has joined the Support Team. DrPathetic has joined the Support Team. Wernerberg has joined the Support Team. Neonist has joined the Support Team. Doan has joined the Support Team. RogueK has joined the Support Team. NeverMind has joined the Support Team. GoldenEye has joined the Support Team.
  24. 22 points
    When a player is injured I believe they should be allowed to communicate using their radio instead of only their phone. It RP'ly makes no sense to be unable to talk on the radio, but being fully able to grab your phone from your pocket, unlock it and call emergency services for help. As of now, once you're injured you cannot use your radio. So let's say you are riding your motorycle, miss your turn and crash into a pole and are scriptly downed, it is against the rules to communicate a single word using the radio, but it is totally fine to call 911 for medical assistance. I struggle to see the realism being enforced within this rule. How does someone who's injured succeed in making a phone call, but fail to hold a single button on their radio (which is an ear-piece in most cases). The only logical reasoning I see behind this new rule is to avoid NonRP situations. E.g when you've been shot in a shootout and you immediately start yelling on the radio. But if that's really the only reason I believe the rulebreaker should just be reported on the forums instead of not allowing any player to utilize their radio when injured. This is not a kind of rule that promotes better roleplay from the players. This is a rule purely put in place to avoid a possible rule-break of NonRP, which in my opinion is the wrong approach.
  25. 22 points
    The start of something great. Stephen knew once he had the funds to do so, he wanted to construct the biggest drug lab this city has ever seen. He already had a property in Paleto which he purchased off of an old friend from Dojin-kai, so all he had to work towards was the mass amount of tables. With a few kind donations from fellow Daichead Gadaí members and a few orders off of Triads, Stephen managed to build towards his goal. He began constructing the new lab, tearing down walls and clearing space in the property. Once the space was cleared, he began to construct the tables and ventilators. After a quick stock take, Stephen realized he had 52 weed tables and 29 coke tables. He was sure this was going to be the biggest lab this city had ever seen. He would have had almost 50 coke tables but unfortunately 20 tables got swatted at the drop location. Stephen began the placement of the tables until the build was eventually finished. Once the lab got into full operation, it was turning over $250k worth of drugs every hour, if you could supply the lab with enough materials that is. With this kind of money flowing through Stephens bank account, he’d be able to fund a small army. The fall of what was great. After a few weeks of constant cooking, things were going great. The system was in full effect with literally zero issues. But… unfortunately this wasn't going to last. While Stephen was locked up in DOC for felony evading and more, a person who he’d considered a brother to him let himself into the property and recorded everything on his phone and showed it to detectives. It was obvious what would happen as soon as this occurred. PD and SD rounded up SWAT, positioned snipers on roofs and prepared for the biggest drug bust in the history of Los Santos. This person Stephen considered a brother, walked straight through the crowd of SWAT and unlocked the doors, letting them all inside to tear down Stephens beloved drug lab. Once Stephen got out of DOC, he was met in the parking lot by a fellow gang member who informed him about his drug lab on the spot. Stephen couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Although the lab had been making so much money, most of it was being pumped directly back into ingredients and expanding the lab more as well as guns and ammo for the gang. So Stephen didn't have the funds to rebuild anything near this scale again. This was a huge blow to Stephen and Daichead Gadaí, but he definitely wasn't going to let it slow down the gang's progress in the city. It would take a lot more than this to take Stephen and Daichead Gadaí down.
  26. 21 points
    This thread will give you an overview of what Faction Management expects from factions, new or old, and how we would like factions to develop themselves. Meeting these expectations is crucial to developing an immersive faction and moving on to reaching official status. Before making your faction you should decide what type of faction you want it to be and what kind of roleplay experience you both want to experience and provide. Factions fall into two general categories: Legal Criminal What kind of faction you want to be will determine what kind of access to RP and scripts you have in game if you ever reach official status and it will also affect what kind of RP faction management will expect from you. Legal factions tend to be of the following: Vehicle clubs Businesses/corporations Hobby groups Unions Cults (dependent) More... As a legal faction, if you gain official status, you will not have access to weapon imports, and you will be expected to stick to predominately legal RP. Criminal factions tend to be of the following: Street gangs Cartel Crime syndicates Crime families Motorcycle clubs (dependent) More... As a criminal faction, if you gain official status, you will have access to the following: Weapon imports Drug imports Warehouse HQ Turfs F4 menu, including ranks, rank specific powers and a treasury Ocasionally special RP scenarios that allow for the aquisition of otherwise unobtainable items. It is important that you decide what type of faction you want to be, as you will not be allowed to freely switch from legal to criminal or vice-versa without the proper RP development to back it up and you will have to re-apply for official status if you decide to switch. As an official faction, legal or criminal, you will be expected to represent the standard of what we expect from other factions that are up and coming. This means adhering to the expectations of this thread as your faction will be closely watched and there will be a bimonthly review of your faction to decide whether or not you should get to keep official status, meaning if you decide to let standards slip you may lose your position as an official faction and the priviledges that come with it. Once you have decided what type of faction you want to be it is time to create your faction lore. Your faction lore is what will distinguish you from other organizations on the server, drive your RP and determine largerly what kind of faction you will be and will become. When creating your faction lore you should consider the following: What are your factions origins? Who were the founders? What is your factions history? Why was your faction made? What purpose sparked its creation? What victories, failures, successes and tragedies have beset the faction historically? Where did your faction originate from? How has your faction operated historically? What culture, beliefs, mindset and backstory hold your members together? Do you have a common belief? Shared history? It is important when creating the lore that you capture the image of the faction you're trying to create. Cultures, beliefs and history can be very complex, so we do not expect people to be experts on what they're trying to mimic, but we do expect you to be able to realistically portray your faction, even if it is in a stereotypical fashion. Your faction can develop its lore further as you yourself understand more about the RP you're mimicking or as you get members who are more familiar what with to expect. If you're creating a wholly original concept you may struggle more to make your lore understandable at a glance, but as your presence on the server becomes more familiar people will eventually begin to understand. It's important that your lore is 1.) Possible and 2.) Makes sense. For example, you cannot RP that you originate from a band of superheroes with superpowers as this is neither possible or makes sense within the world lore. EXAMPLE - Hispanic Street Gang You have decided to create a Hispanic street gang, so we need to consider what makes a Hispanic street gang a Hispanic street gang. With the type of faction alone we get some clues on what the faction should be: The gang should originate from South America or has heritage there. It should be concerned with crime associated with street gangs With this two bits of information alone we should now ask ourselves two questions: "How would someone from South America be expected to behave?" and "what would a street gang look like". As your faction is from South American most of your members should speak Spanish or Portuguese (which they can do using the [Spanish]/[Portuguese] in game). South American culture should be a part of your cartel, such as Catholicism, local folklore holidays (such as the Day of the Dead), and you should be expected to utilize slang that is associated with Hispanic gangs in the USA. As a street gang you should be concerned with crime associated with street gangs: Drug trafficking Gun trafficking Muggings Disputes with rival street gangs Extortion So, we've got a few ideas of what our faction should look like: Should embrace Hispanic culture/slang/beliefs Should originate from South America or have heritage there Should be concerned with less organised/street crime. From this foundation you can begin to create your history and culture. For example, perhaps our street gang is returning from Mexico after being pushed out by a rival faction, your gang has now decided to set up shop in LS after crossing the border and desires to rebuild its extortion ring after it was taken over in Mexico. Once your faction lore is made it is time to consider how you will present that lore, history and identity to other players and factions. As a faction it is important that you present your faction to the server in a way that is: Believable Immersive You achieve this by presenting your faction in accordance with your lore and Roleplaying your character appropriately to the faction you're trying to portray. When deciding how you want to present your faction to the server you should consider the following: What is your factions identity? What beliefs does it have? Ideals? What culture does your faction have? What ethnicity is your faction? Where does your faction originate? What vehicles should your faction members drive and be seen in? Where would we be expected to find your faction? Where would they hang around? What type of clothing do your members wear? You should make sure that decisions you wear in terms of appearance, location, turf selection, vehicles and identity are all appropriate for your faction and are not picked for purposes of gain or for OOC motivations. Your factions identity is all the beliefs, aspects of your faction culture, traits of its members, quirks and ideals that make up the backbone of your faction. A nice way to think of it is simply: If you were to strip away your factions clothes and vehicles, would you still be recognizably your faction? For example, if you're a cult would I still recognise your members just simply by the way they behave? Or by the way your members speak? If you're a Asian crime syndicate, would I be able to recognise your members by the way they present themselves? By the mannerisms they exhibit and by the beliefs they hold? If the answer is no then your faction may not hold much identity beyond its colours. Creating an identity is difficult and comes with time, especially at first. However, you should consider what shared identity your members should hold, what behaviour they can be expected to exhibit, how your faction feels about other factions, authority figures, civilians. Once you have an idea you should try your best, as a faction leader, to make sure your members are upholding this image and behaving accordingly. It would not make much sense, for example, to have a member of a Motorcycle club who exhibits the behaviour and identity of a African American street gang. EXAMPLE - Italian Style Mafia You have decided to create a New York Italian Mafia style faction. So, what identity would we expect from the members of a faction like this? Stereotypically we might expect your faction to be heavily anti-drug, suspicious of cops but not openly hostile (i,e more interested in bribes and blackmail), critical of Mexican/Hispanic factions, perhaps religious (particularly if Italian), and take trust very seriously as well as be outraged by betrayals (stemming from the Omerta code). Internally you may have ceremonies for initiating people into the made-men ranks, which may include blood oaths and pacts and you may have a sponsorship program in which a made-man promotes a henchman to become a mad-man himself. Your faction might forbid drug trafficking, promote diplomacy and be hesitant to gather police attention. Let's run down what a Mafia might look like: Professional, especially in the higher ranks Religious, particularly if Italian Consist of induction ceremonies Critical, but not openly hostile to police Anti-drug trafficking With just these few traits alone you begin to compose a Mafia style faction, which gives you a nice foundation to work of. The next thing to consider is how do your members speak and behave? Lets run down some expectations: Your members would not be expected to say "clap", but rather "ice" or "whack". Your members would likely be professional and avoid foolish behaviour or silliness Your members would be religious conscious, and use expression such as "Thank God". Your faction members would look down severely on 'rats' and informants Your faction members would look down on people who are connected to lawmen or former cops that try to join. Your high rank members may be interested in politics. Your faction members would refer to your internal oath and customs Your faction members would avoid police attention and look towards more organised crime. It's the little details that make your faction what it is and will distinguish it from other factions. Faction management considers identity to be very important, as it is what we will look at when we decide how different are you from the other factions and if we strip away your colours, your vehicles and decide we would not be able to really distinguish you from other factions based on behaviour, mannerism, language, culture, beliefs and actions alone then we might not consider you to yet be worthy of official. Your faction should be more than a colour and a uniform, though these are important. A vital aspect of your faction is hierachy. What ranking structure will your faction operate as? Will it be based on shares, such as a board of investors? More of a strict militaristic style of an organised crime sydicate, like a militia, or a more democratic broterhood such as a motorcycle club? The ranking structure is very important to the internal identity of your faction, as it is what, and should, drive a lot of internal RP. This in turn should effect your external RP with other factions. It will also decide, individually, what type of RP each member gets to participate in. If you're a Mafia the made-men of the faction shouldn't be seen participate in street crime, but rather should be overseeing operations and making decisions, the henchman would deal with the more street level crime. If you're an MC your rank might decide what responsibilities you hold within the faction, such as managing the treasury or club diplomacy. It should also effect how members treat each other. If you're the head of a crime syndicate it should be agregious for a low ranking member to disrespect you and the leader would be considered quite a high valued target by other enemy factions. This of course is RP dependant, perhaps if you're a poor leader your other members may conspire to push you out. Your rank should also be intertwined with your identity, for example a cult may hold their cult leader to be a God. Your rank should also go on to effect your external appeareance, members should not be seen to have a higher status than the leadership, for example, as that would not make much sense depending on what type of faction you are. When designing your faction you should decide what type of vehicles your faction will utilise. The type of vehicles you utilise should make sense for your factions lore and presentation, we do not want factions simply using the fastest vehicles. You should consider a few things when deciding what vehicles your faction should use: What kind of faction are you? If you're a mob you will want to use professional looking vehicles, a biker gang would utilise chopper style bikes, a racing faction may utilise sports vehicles, a street gang would use SUVs and low-riders, etc. How wealthy is your faction? If you're a street gang it would not make sense for you to drive a super car, if you're a wealthy faction it would not make sense for you to all drive RVs or trucks. Will there be a difference between what the low ranks drive and what the high command of your faction drives? Will there be a shared colour? You should consider these within the context of your identity. Whereas a street gang might all display same coloured vehicles, would this make sense for a more professional organisation? Likely not, as professional organisations do not aim to purposely draw attention to themselves, as such a variety of colours or more natural colours would be expected - such as blacks and greys. EXAMPLE - African American Street Gang EXAMPLE - Mob/Mafia The territory/turf that your faction occupies should make sense and be in accordance with your lore. If you're a a street gang we would expect to see you in the 'hood' areas, a Motorcycle club would be expected to be seen in poor areas in the desert, a crime snyndicate would be expected to be in upper-clas areas etc. There are a few general kind of areas to consider for your faction: Hoods/Ghetto areas - Appropriate for a hispanic/African American street gangs Industrial districts - Appropriate for a Mob/Crime syndicate or civilain industrial faction/business Upper class areas - Appropriate for a Mob/Crime syndicate/cults/Business Asian district - Approrpiate for a Asian ethnic gang or syndicate or business (such as a fast food place) Middle class areas - Appropriate for a mob/organised gang or businesses Lower class areas - Appropriate for motorcycle clubs/hillybilly type factions/cults Civilian/Government districts - Appropriate for businesses/Gov/Cults/Civilian It is important that the place you consider your territory reflects your identity and the type of faction you aimt to be. It would not make much sense for an Asian gang to make Paleto their home, nor a Mafia to make Grove Street their home. Some areas are a lot more ambiguous, particularly industrial areas, however you should attempt to choose a location reflective of your factions identity. If you're a cult it would not make much sense for you to be based around the dock yard, instead you should be focused in the upper class or desert areas. Faction Management will not approve of factions attempting to claim all turfs or trying to claim their faction has influence over the entire state of San Andras. Factions should remember that there are two jurisdictions and we roleplay that the state is much larger than it actually is. A faction based out of Grove should not act as though they have influence in Sandy Shore any more than a Sandy Shore faction should act as though they have influence in Grove. Faction Management will also expect to see you in your territory as well as build up an IC presence and story to connect you to the territory. We will not approve of factions attempting to conveniently claim they have a claim to an area that does not match their identity, lore or IC presence. We will expect to see your faction members at your claimed territories - regardless of whether there is a scripted turf there or not. Faction Management will also not approve of factions attempting to claim an area if that area contradicts the identity of your faction too strongly (e.g, a African American street gang claiming they own Vinewood hills or a Motorcycle club claiming they own Grove) regarless of how much IC lore and presence has been built up in that area, we want factions to put their lore and identity first and foremost and your turf should serve into that identity, not the other way around. Factions should remember that the scripted turfs are a game mechanic, their functions do not exist IC'ly. Referencing 'influence points', 'decay' or 'shipment power' IC'ly is metagaming, these are not functions or mechanics that really exist within the IC world, they are game mechanics intended to represent your factions presence and, by extension, your hold on an area. 'Attacking' another factions turf by significantly draining their influence is gaming the OOC mechanics for IC purposes, if you intend to take or attack another factions turf then you should have a valid IC reason to in accordance with the above. Simply having a lot of influence poins in an area does not mean faction management will consider the turf to be legitimately yours if you do not meet the IC expectations above. Clothing is an important part of your factions identity, as such the kind of clothes your faction members wear will achieve two things: Represent your factions identity Represent the status of each member within a faction The importance of clothing will vary from faction to faction depending on the nature of said faction. A street gang should be more inclined to be concerned about colours than, say, a Mafia who would be more concerned about presentation. Where as one would expect to see purple clothing for the Ballas in GTA V, one would not expect to see a green three-piece suit to be worn by a Mafia, as it contradict with the identity of being a professional organisation. With that being said, one would expect to see the made-men of a Mafia in suits and dressed presentably, with the soldiers perhaps dressing more casually or wearing more street appropriate clothing such as tracksuits. Clothing should also be relevant to the ranking structure of your faction, again, dependent upon the nature of the faction. People in motorcycle clubs tend to dress quite similar, and wear the same kuttes, regardless of rank, so there would be less variety in their style, whereas the head of a crime syndicate would be expected to be noticeable and stand out to represent his status. Faction management expects factions to not claim to 'own' a colour, and we will consider factions attempting to enforce their colours outside the immediate vercinity of your territory to be poor RP. A city based faction that sports the colour purple has no business telling people on the other side of the city or in the desert that they cannot sport purple, and this would not be considered realistic to claim your faction has a claim to that colour beyond the boundaries of your claimed territory. Factions impersonating your faction may be usual, this is why it is important that you're able to identify your faction members beyond their colours or outfit. If you find that you're unable to recognise your faction members via other means then your faction may be too large or too decentralised. EXAMPLE - Hispanic Street Gang You would expect to see an hispanic street gang to wear baggy clothing, such as baggy jeans/trousers and flannel shirts, often using bandannas. On top of that a hispanic street gang might regularly flash their colours, particularly within their turfs, as such you expect to see them representing their colours in their clothing and their cars as this plays into the street gang identity. VAGOS WITHIN GTA V One such example within the GTA V lore is the Vagos, who can be seen representing their colour (yellow) through their clothes and vehicles. Their clothing tends to be street clothing, with vest, baseball caps, baggy trousers, baseball shoes. As you can see the representation of colours is, however, not over the top and sometimes is as little as the logo on the cap being yellow, nobody is dressed head to toe in full yellow - this is a realistic depiction and will allow you add variety into your factions identity while also allowing you to represent your colours. EXAMPLE - Mafia A Mafia is less likely to represent a colour in the same way a street gang would, instead their clothing is a mark of status and presentation. Suits would be common among the made-men of the faction, with casual wear and street wear being common among the mid/low tier ranks. Representation of colour would be less relevant to a Mafia, as discretion is more important as they deal more in organised crime than tit-for-tat street warfare. An important aspect of your factions lore, identity and story is limiting yourself. No one faction has a claim to the entire state of San Andreas, nor does any one faction have a monopoly claim on everything. In building a believeable faction you should aim to impose limitations on your faction that make sense in accordance with your lore and identity. Limitations include the type of vehicles and weapons your faction is often seen using, your black market focuses, the places you consider your turf and what your faction produces. Faction management will not be happy with factions that attempt to claim everything in sight or profess to have a claim on things that make no sense for their lore, self-imposed limitations are an important aspect of RP, as it makes factions dependent upon each other and prevents any one faction from pushing everybody else out. Faction management will also not look kindly on factions sacrificing their identity or lore for a 'play to win' mentality (e.g, using a super car or high speed bike, such as a Hakuchou drag, despite it having no place in your lore). It is also important that factions are aware they should not be playing to maximise material gain or breaking character or their faction lore to maximise personal gain. Roleplay should always come first, and factions should behave first and foremost as would be expected from their faction, even if it means less profit or less gain or less influence etc. Roleplay arises from factions imposing limitations on themselves and staying true to both their characters and their factions, not attempting to eliminate all competition, monopolise everything, win every situation and making exceptions to your identity and characters for convenience. Such limitations may mean that you drive vehicles which are not fast or as easily able to get away from the police, or it may mean limiting your profits by focusing faction production of a drug that makes sense for your faction (such as meth for an MC or marijuanna for a Cartel) or it may mean your faction specialising in the sale of certain weapons rather than all or it may mean letting certain turfs go or not expanding into a turf because it breaks your factions identity and lore to be there or it may mean breaking an alliance with a faction, because it makes little sense for your faction to be on such good terms with them. One of your main priorities as a faction leader is maintaining your faction image and assuring that your faction is continuing to provide an immersive representation of what you aim to depict, even if that may be convenient to your OOC motivations to maximise gain, staying true to your character, and therefore your faction, is vital.
  27. 21 points
    R O J A The Death of Rhea Moraine The sky crackled and roared above me. The thunderous explosions of light and sound echoed through the bowels of my very soul as I stared across the expanse of my apartment to the table just barely within my vision, the darkness taking most of its form into its tight embrace and nearly hiding what rested upon it from sight. The brief flashes of light from the storm outside however gave me more than enough time for me to look upon the visage of nightmares...a beast of anger and madness. Its lifeless green eyes stared into me, clawing with its piercing gaze into the ruins that used to be the sanctuary of my mind, bringing past memories and harsh pains I had once thought long gone back into the forward areas of my consciousness. I had worn her for so long...often times I wondered if there was anything left of me to salvage. I became that face....that war-scarred, gleeful looking expression that I wore as my own that often became the last thing my enemies saw before I sent them with the rest of the innocent and guilty alike who crossed me into the void. People identified me by that face, the face that was not my own. For many, when I pulled death from the top of my head I became no one, another nobody...invisible. It was as if I had pulled off my own head, and was just another body without it. There was no history of the woman beneath the Fox, no relations and nothing of worth. Yet...when my crown returned to me...yes, THERE she was... Irish Mobster....Los Zetas OG....psycho murderer...cop killer....unhinged warrior... There was Red....there she was, in all her glory, all her misery. No longer a woman in blue, but of checkered grey and black. Los Aztecas. Another organization, another path...but always the same kind. Blood would follow me in troves like it had done and continues to do even now. Wherever I turn, wherever I look...I see before me the corpses of my enemies or those soon to become them. I see distant wars and wars in the streets outside of my home. Behind me lies my old life...my true life. A life with Jay, with Kelly...Thrax, Wolf, Flint....my brothers, my sisters...my family. There was no life before that...no reason, no purpose beyond what was over 10 years that I spent in Vice City...a time of utter darkness, of true chaos and a maddening amount of bloodshed. That's what I experienced before, that's where I came from. I had thought it all gone once I destroyed the headquarters of a group known only as 'The Blessings'. I had an out. I could've walked away, gone home but...the fear of them...of them returning, of them still hunting me... No, my road wasn't over quite yet...so I ran here, to Los Santos. After the Irish War came and passed, it was the fights against Seaweed, Rebels, Russians, The Wanted, Narcos for a second and third time, and Rooks now for the third, and especially the West Coast War that really showed me who I really was deep down. I could argue that it was loyalty that kept me at Jay's side, keeping me fighting for him and his ideals, his goals and his beliefs. A sense of duty or a debt to be paid for bringing me into his circle and giving me a place amongst him and his own perhaps. But no...no deep down I think I knew really why it was that I stayed. And I wasn't a hundred percent sure until the era of Los Zetas had ended. Because even then, even after many retired and walked away...I stayed. Again an out presented itself, the door wide open. This time there was no fear...no doubts over the potential of me being hunted still by the boys in black, clad in their heavy bull masks. Really...I was free. Colorless. I could've done anything...gone anywhere. Mourned Caroline and the lives of brothers and sisters lost in peace until I faded away gently into a quiet passing...leaving behind no blood or legacy other than that provided by the better sister of our family already, with my deeds passing into quieted murmurs and eventually being lost on the winds of time, never to be reflected upon again. But I stayed. I put on the colors Alicia pressed into my hands, and thus I gingerly stepped onto the ever slowly spinning merry-go-round. At that moment...I knew what it was. It was unavoidable to circumvent the conclusion I had drawn...no escaping it this time. I never escaped the Blessings. They were with me, the whole time deep in my mind and my soul. I stayed in Los Santos to kill. To kill was what I was created for, it was my purpose for being. The Matriarch peeled away Rhea Moraine, removed who she was from the foundation of the soul and in her place...put me. Put Red. In essence I never really triumphed over her...because I couldn't escape my true nature. This was her victory over me...a curse. A curse to forever be the weapon she forged and honed me to be. If I was to serve Alicia and Carlos...it couldn't be like this. I couldn't go on like this. For years I could feel it, my mind slowly unraveling from the poison that The Matriarch embedded into my brain and veins. The violence, the murder...if I went on as I was, it would destroy me. The thirst would only grow and grow until I could no longer discern friend from foe. That was her true goal...the true loose end policy. Killing me was never the goal...because living was the greater torment, the greater punishment. To destroy everything around me and to leave myself completely alone was the true nature of what she had hoped for...to show me that no matter where I went, who I met, or what I did....I would always, end up, alone. I know this because I discovered it. Found it out from my last trip to Vice City, into the deepest depths of the ruins of The Blessing's HQ. From within the tomb of my old prison, I recovered it...the item I had looked for since coming here. The hard drive. The last little black box left that held everything, the only one left that wasn't destroyed or erased when I brought that office building down and The Blessings with it. Within it was the truth...all the truths. The truth about who I really was, what really happened on that night that Caroline died. I thought I knew all the answers, had it all figured out but...memory can be one hell of a thing. Two individuals can experience the same event, and yet remember all the details completely differently, and in this instance it was true. My eyes flicked from the fox mask down onto the coffee table before me. In the inky blackness of my home I could see the hard drive connected to my laptop, plugged in and ready to go. The problem was accessing it. The last time I had tried, I woke up on the roof of the building, swaying violently towards falling off the edge. Later that evening, I discovered a voice mail on my phone from myself, begging me not to try again to access it. Flint warned me to, asked that we try to pry out its secrets together but... I sighed, looking further beside the hooked up drive at the two tabs of acid on the table. They were a very special blend from Vice City, part of more things I had stolen from the ruined HQ. They were a key part in how The Matriarch 'restructured' me. I'd need their effects again tonight. I was out of time you see...I could feel myself on the verge of collapse. The weight of all the burdens I carried with me....all the pain...it had finally become too much. If I was to go on, I'd have to finally free myself from the burdens of my past, to make way for a new future...a new life. One free of The Blessings once and for all. I leaned forward, leaning to my right to pluck one of three shots of whisky from the small nightstand to my right. One. Two. Three. Each went down with a burn, my body trembling as I slid out of the chair and got onto my knees before the laptop, powering it on. The screen lit up my apartment with a murderous white glare that made me squint in pain at the login screen before me. Outside, the storm continued to rumble and roar, the lightning casting an eerie glow across the screen as it flashed. The main folder for the hard drive was there, already ready to be opened. Two left clicks away from what felt like my death... I tightened my lips into a grimace, swiping up the two tablets of acid and plopping them both into my mouth. My mouth crackled and burned as the tabs dissolved into my tongue and gums, a heavy swallow to follow. I sat there for a moment, looking towards my turned off phone. There was so much left unsaid...things I wanted to tell Flint, Niki, Alicia....Lucy. I know she'd never forgive me if I died before our wedding...but there could be nothing of our future if I didn't make this last stand. I looked back to the screen, and double clicked on the folder. I sat up moment later gasping for air, my body shaking as if I was being tazed and oh I knew the feeling well. I looked around wildly, my throat burning and my eyes watering and spilling with tears that were spurred by no emotion behind them. I was on the roof again, but not the one atop my apartment building. No...I recognized this skyline all too well, having looked upon it with Caroline countless times. Vice City. I took a moment to collect my breath, looking down over myself in a fit of confusion as I beheld my form clad in my old red jacket, matched with the same black and red leggings and my heeled boots. I reached up to my face, my hands touching the familiar texture of a fox mask. Looking down at my hands, I noticed they were gloved, but that the fabric had all but been torn. I looked to the sky as I slowly got up, the clouds moving at an alarming rate and colored a deep, menacing magenta, casting an eerie glow upon the earth below. I knew they were there by the time I stood up, a familiar sense of dread and terror starting to worm its way through my belly. Looking to the far side of the roof, near the access door, they stood. Four in a row, perfectly still like statues with arms in a widened stance by their sides. The beady black eyes of their bull masks stared at me, emotionless, lifeless. Not a breath escaped them, not a movement nor sound. I turned to face them, trying to calm my nerves and steady myself for what was sure to be a fight. Yet they didn't move or advance...merely stood there. I was pondering on whether or not I should make the first move when the door behind them suddenly opened...and she stepped out from the darkness within. My breath caught upon seeing her body clad in her skin-tight, black leather attire, her heeled boots clacking loudly against the concrete of the roof and her fox mask gleaming in the magenta light of the sky. She gingerly stepped between two of the bulls at the center, standing before them and staring straight into me, into my very heart...my being. It was The Matriarch of The Blessings. "Hello darling," She said with her usual elegance, her tone prim, proper, and with the subtle traces of a condescending nature. I didn't answer her at first, merely watched her fold her hands in front of her lap and clasp them together, the Matriarch taking her first few steps towards me and slightly shaking her head. "My my...." She said, her voice dripping in awe "Just...look at you. Our little girl, all grown up." I could feel a tightness in my chest as she took ten steps towards me, stopping at about a thirty-pace distance resting between us. "Amazing..." She laughed "After all this time, you're still alive? How IS that?" She shook her head again "You just don't stop do you? You never quit, you never tire...my we built you so beautifully." "Shut, the fuck up." I rasped to her, my breath shaky "You know why I'm here." She turned her head to the bulls, addressing them as if she hadn't even heard my comment. "You know her favorite movie as a child was 'The Terminator', did you know that? Always she begged her father to put it on, always asking if she could watch it again and again." She turned her head back towards me "The T-800 was your hero, remember? Growing up you always marveled at how unstoppable it was, its simplistic perfection, its unbridled, unhindered fury?" "HEY!" I screamed, taking a step forward "I didn't come here to listen to anymore of your psycho babble nonsense and your cocksuckering BULLSHIT, I came here for the truth, the truth I've been owed for the last ten fucking years! Your ghosts have tormented me long enough, always begging me to come home and, well!?" I threw my arms around, pivoting to the area around and motioning to myself "Here I fucking am! You got what you want, finally. But now it's MY turn. Your entire program has been nothing but a means to torture me...if the truth that I tried to learn was so horrendous to the point where I tried to stop myself from discovering it...then I can't think of a better way for you to dish out your final blow. So SPILL." The Matriarch stared at me for a few moments, silent and still. When she eventually did keep speaking, she went on as if what I had said either didn't register....or she had completely ignored it. "The words of Kyle Reese comes to mind, in the scene where him and Sarah Connor were hiding in that beat up car...do you remember?" She slowly began a careful, delicate walk towards me, my breath catching in my throat as the sky dimmed rapidly to the point where we stood in near pitch-black darkness. "It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear, and it absolutely will not stop. EVER. ...until you are DEAD." We stood face to face, her lifeless, fox-faced visage staring into mine. "We designed you to be a weapon of war...you were never meant to be a person, or retain personality, or anything of that nature. Ever since you were born we've been preparing for you, designing you and others that would go before you and follow in your wake to carry out our will and the mandate of those beyond us. I blinked, her words registering but not quite clicking. I opened my mouth slowly, my body starting to tremble as I wheezed "Wh-....what do you mean since I was born?" The ground fell out from underneath me, my scream echoing out into the nothing as I fell through the crumbling office building. Rebar and stone rattled around me, breaking apart and piecing back together just as fast until I fell into a room where lied a screaming woman. It was an operating room, men in medical scrubs and masks surrounding her as she cried out in absolute pain. I scrambled to my feet, panting rapidly as I looked between the doctors and felt my breath catch, my voice cracking as I cried out "M-mom!?" A pressure around my neck caused my words to gag in my throat, my feet leaving the ground as I looked down to behold The Matriarch hoisting me up high. "IN THE BEGINNING," She roared "THERE she was, the beautiful, the mesmerizing. Oh yes she was quite the treat, our perfect foundation. We had studied her for nearly five years, gathering all we needed to know, preparing for her restructuring. She was to become our next in a long series of agents, ready to carry out the will of those who believed in a future free of corruption and political enslavement." She squeezed, my hands grasping wildly at her hand as my legs kicked frantically underneath me. "But along came HIM!" She yanked me to the left, turning me to point in the direction of the table. Beyond my screaming mother stood my father, arms held tightly by bulls flanking him and tears streaming down his face, his cries of anguish almost as painful as hers. The Matriarch yanked me to her once more, our masks nearly touching as she spat "HE took her from us...ruined her, DEFILED her....he degraded her foundation and the work we had etched into it, forsaken his oath to us and damning our oaths to the ones beyond us. He had taken a LIFE from us, and his debt would be repaid!" My eyes widened near to bursting as she shook me in her grasp, throwing me to the ground soon after as I gasped for breath, curling up slightly. "Y-YOU...!" I managed, looking up at her in horror "W-WHAT DID YOU-" "YOUR FATHER," She screamed "Would pay for HER life with that of TWO. We would not be denied what was owed!" She clacked towards me slowly, my body struggling to crawl backwards "Set back, by years, and years! Oh sure there would be more agents to follow, our work would continue unhindered...but nothing, NO ONE could replace the art that was your mother." She stood over me, reaching down to grasp the front of my jacket and yank me up to her face, her snarl nearly making my heart stop. "Don't you see...you vile child. We never 'chose' you from the crowd. The race that day was not one of coincidence. Your fate, was NEVER your own. You were MADE for us, to pay for your father's betrayal. And if you crumbled as your mother did, well....at least we'd have the 'other' one." She slowly picked up my limp form from the ground, holding me aloft above her. Words finally crawled from my throat as I coughed "And....and y-yet I survived you...broke free of you!" "Did you..?" The Matriarch retorted, shaking her head "Regardless of what you will ever do Rhea...you will always be our girl. There's no escaping us, no circumventing your fate. You were born a Blessing upon this world, you were born to conquer and destroy...that is your purpose. You can never break free of your destiny, no matter how hard you fight. Until the day you die...you are MINE." A sudden explosion took out the ground underneath us, both of us falling into inky blackness for several moments until I alone landed harshly onto a tiled surface, my breathing labored and my eyes watering. I looked around frantically, trying to catch my bearings when I saw her, crumpled in a heap on the floor. "C-Caroline..." I breathed, her still, lifeless and bullet riddled body clutching a detonator, the same one I used to destroy the Headquarters. Out of the darkness beyond I saw the Matriarch burst forth, racing towards the device with an outstretched hand. I took off as well, willing my body forward out of desperation to stop her. We met in the middle in a violent collision over my long-dead fiance's body, swiping, punching, kicking. I deftly moved left and right, ducking and weaving left out of range of her right hook, turning into a twirl to deliver a round house to her head. She went spiraling across the ground, reaching a hand out as I grasped up the detonator from Caroline's corpse. "NO!" She screamed as I flipped the activator switch, arming it. I looked towards her as she cried out "Do you really think that this will change anything!? The truth will remain the truth Rhea, the facts will REMAIN the facts! You cannot change your destiny, you cannot change history! You are a BLESSING until death! Everything that you are, will always be until you take your last breath!" "I know," I said, carefully stepping over Caroline and yanking the Matriarch up just as she had grasped me "To be rid of you is to die....this I've come to realize for a long time. And you're right, so long as I live, my life will be as its always been...a life of mindless war and misery." I shook her slightly, screaming into her face "But I have seen beyond the nightmare of this world you trapped me in, and saw the future. Love, family, compassion, these can and WILL exist for me." I threw her back to the ground, straightening up and holding that fateful button before me, watching as the Matriarch looked up at me out of panic "But not in this life...not for Rhea Moraine." I pressed the button, the building bellowing below us as I gently reached down and picked Caroline's body up in my arms, holding her tightly to me as I stared down at the Matriarch one last time and breathed "I am free of you....I am free of my past, I am free of this life...because the life given to me was not my own, nor could ever be. I understand that now." "To live. I have to die." The ground gave away for the last time, a whirlwind of debris and chaos roaring around me as I clutched Caroline's body to me, and disappeared into nothing. When I finally awoke, I did so with a start, heaving for air and grasping at my body. I woke up on the floor of my apartment, the laptop still on. Looking towards the table, I noticed at once that my fox mask was gone, replaced by a rolled out sheet of blueprint paper, frantic, wild drawings plastered all over its surface. Limping over, my head and legs aching as well as my arms, I noticed at once that they were designs for a newer mask, unintelligible words and dimensions laid out along the margins and many aspects of this new mask circled with chicken scratch for details. There was a single word written at the bottom, large and bold, a word Alicia had jokingly called me but...I think I understood now at last how it all fit together. I walked back to my laptop, sitting before it and looking over the folder that was opened. A feeling gripped at my heart then, slowly navigating the section I had opened in my drug-induced mania, my mind scrambled and my body aching. I was right...in the end. There was no life for Rhea Moraine anymore. That woman had been created as a tool for the Blessings....she could be nothing more than that. In order for me to live, I was going to have to die. It was time for a new beginning....a rebirth, a forging of a new path onwards. I would no longer serve Alicia and Carlos as 'Rhea', as a mindless, autonomous murder machine. No...I would serve as family. Family....something I had believed was beyond me but, at long last did the truth stretch out before me. As I looked upon the folder before me...the pictures, documents, everything...the question I had been asking myself five years had finally been answered. Taking a sticky note from nearby my laptop, I wrote 'Ryan Moraine' and the address of the orphanage he was being held in at the bottom, standing and walking over towards the table. A new life meant a new start...new directions though I would continue to serve Los Aztecas...I would for the first time in my life...serve myself. But to no longer be Rhea...I would need another name. A first etching into my being of true uniqueness....a life of my own. I looked down upon the blueprint for the fox mask, at the word etched below. This was the beginning...this was the turning point. It was time to get started. Rhea Moraine is dead. And out of the ashes of her soul, rose R O J A
  28. 20 points
    Team Update: Aieos has been promoted to Senior Moderator. Drizzy has been promoted to Senior Moderator. Aldarine has been promoted to Administrator. Emulsify has been promoted to Administrator. MrWonanother has been promoted to Administrator.
  29. 20 points
    Steamboat beers is a medium-sized pub located in the Vespucci area and was purchased around the end of July by Collie. Collie had then reached out to the Purmineli’s to begin building it, which started around the second week in August and lasted for about two weeks. They had discussed, planned, and mapped what they wanted to do with the property and renovations began promptly. It wasn’t long until the property started to take shape and began to look like an authentic Irish pub. Members of the Daichead Gadaí were pleased with its progress. When Steamboat was finally finished and almost ready to open, there were some finishing touches to be done along with planning the night. A lot of alcohol was required for opening so Collie reached out to an old friend Kelly Gamble as their supplier for the evening since she owned a general store. Their friendship went way back, so she was able to do it at a discounted price for him and wished him luck on the event and new business. 'Grand Opening' Some members of the Daichead Gadaí were given roles the day before in preparation for the opening evening. They volunteered their time in manning the bar, DJ booth, and doors and were trusted with making sure the evening ran smoothly. As the opening time neared, posters were publicised, Weazel advertisements were announced, and a blip was fixed to its location on the map for others to find. Collie had also texted some old friends informing them of the event and that they were welcome. Along with this, he had reached out to the leaders of some organizations informing them that they were welcome and that the event would be for socializing and putting any current issues to the side.One of the groups that showed up was Albany. Admittedly, the history between the two groups was not the greatest, but roughly around 15 of them showed up and enjoyed themselves despite current tensions. A large presence was noticed in the Vespucci area about half an hour prior to the formal opening time. People were waiting for doors to open and detectives began scoping the area out, who were kindly invited inside to see the inside of the property. The event started shortly after and security took lead at the door to ensure that people were queued in an orderly fashion. Upon approaching the door everyone was ID’d and patted down to ensure no one was armed. There was an entry fee of a small sum of cash that didn’t create a fuss thankfully. It wasn’t long until the pub began to have a decent presence of people inside. There was a wide range of people inside, from government workers to criminal groups creating great socialisation for the community. Roughly an hour into the event, Collie was approached by Jason Steel, a well-known detective within the Police Department. Collie made it known that no issues were wanted and they could enter Steamboat as long as they only carried tasers. They were tracing a warrant on MacKenzie Wong, Bruce Wong’s wife. She came out peacefully and it distracted everyone for a short period of time, but it wasn’t long until people returned inside to continue dancing and drinking. Jaymes McClean was the DJ for the event, putting on a great show with a lot of enthusiasm throughout. He was interactive with the crowd and later into the night was taking song requests. The area in front of the stage was bouncing all night along with Jaymes himself. Towards the end of the night, a few old friends asked Collie to speak in private about the upcoming business within Los Santos which was a pretty lengthy and detailed meeting, which brought nothing but good news and created a lot of hope in the short future. Shortly after the meeting was over, it was closing time. Although the bar closed and drinks were no longer being served, McClean continued to entertain the crowd for the rest of the evening. Eventually, everyone slowly started moving out and commemorated the members for a successful evening. Everyone who was working stayed behind to hand over the cash to total the profit made, which was then distributed between the workers. This was the start of something new for Daichead Gadaí...
  30. 19 points
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 厨师 (The Cook) Quentin started his day cooking some crack. He had plans on off loading a serious amount of it but had trouble reaching his contact so he started cooking and learning. He had no gloves on as he was not able to get a pair but it didn't bother him. After taking a break his nose got itchy and he scratched it and inhaled a very small dose of crack. The second it hit him, he knew what happened. It was an instant feel of a never ending adrenaline rush. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 效果 (the Effect) Quentin felt like a superhuman, he felt like he could jump in front of a moving truck and walk it off. He felt that he could jump off a building and fly to space. He did not want the feeling to end so he kept taking it and taking it. Quentin could not remember it properly but he must have taken over 12 grams. He saw a guy he knew and let him take a bump. He told me that he had to get a medic since he got an instant addiction claiming it was the purest thing ever. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 追逐 (The Chase) Quentin kept doing lines after lines when he pulled over to call a friend. An officer pulled him over since Quentin had a reckless operation. Before the officer reached his window he did a line on the steering wheel. Quentin couldn't have gotten out of the car since he had crack all over him and had was packing a weapon. He was talking like eminem and was shaking like he had Parkinson's. He put the key in the ignition and drove off. His driving was decent but it placed some paranoia hearing a helicopter and bike tailing him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 提款 (The Withdrawal) As he was driving he hit a sudden need for crack, and next thing he went head first into a wall. He started to run away since he had gained some distance on them. He turned around and started to shoot at a cop which was his former employee at DCC but Quentin went down since he could not hold the gun properly. He did not even remember anything after the crash since he was so doped up. Jason Tate, his old boss arrived and helped him out which placed him in an awkward position getting treated by him. Quentin did not remember the ride to D.O.C either. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 善后 (The Aftermath) Quentin arrived at DOC when he really needed crack but to the point where he would die if he did not get a bump. When he got into the processing room he collapsed on the floor. The guards feared he was about to over dose and drop dead but they did their best in helping me. He had bloody eyes. Sweating as if he got possessed from the devil. Quentin went inside prison and had a long chat with one of the guards. He had started to get various withdrawal phases but as always, Thomas was there beside him to help him out. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  31. 19 points
    Player(s) being reported: ID 327 Date of interaction reported: 9/3/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1599160053 Your characters name: Ricky Brasco Other player(s) involved: SD/PD Specific rule(s) broken: 9. Non-Roleplay (NRP) Actions that are unrealistic or promote poor quality roleplay are considered as non-roleplay. 13. Fear Roleplay (FRP) Fear RP is showing appropriate care and concern to preserve your character's safety and life. How did the player break the rule(s)? ID 327 slowed down and stopped right in front of my vehicle as I was hitting extremely high speeds, forcing me to hit him ultimately stalling my vehicle landing me in prison for 3 hours. Evidence of rule breach: https://streamable.com/qsaftg
  32. 19 points
    战争 (The War) --- -The beginning - Part 1 - It was a casual day,Leo were playing poker at Tequila-la while the rest of FSO Members were driving around and checking labs. Leo heard some rumours over the radio that ''Irish'' might try to hit FSO up north for unknown reason. Time were flying,Leo were winning money and then suddenly he heard Moda saying over the radio: ''Irish just opened fire on me,I need help!'' . Leo rushed to ATM to deposit money,and started heading up north. While he was on his way to Chiliad he asked over the radio what's the situation inside,he heard a reply from Ling that she's still hiding in the bushes,once he arrived he realised that ''Irish'' killed his family members and chopped their cars. Leo decided to head back to the city and make a new frequency. Time has passed and more people arrived into the city,FSO decided to have a meeting inside of the noodle house. During the meeting few promotions were given,but main target was to discuss about what happened and how we should react. Charlie briefed what everyone should do and how we will react,so we made a decision that since Irish had hit us for no reason they were no longer considered our allies and the situation would be handled like if anyone had hit a member of the family.After everything were explained we headed straight to ''Mask Shop'' and purchased ''War Outfits''. After everyone jumped into their war outfits,we decided to head up north and look for ''Irish''.
  33. 18 points
    Joining The Wanted Dave and his friends began to have more meet ups and parties with The Wanted. They had such a blast chilling with their old friends they started to make it a daily ritual to meet up and chill joke around and just have a good time. One day while they where hanging out some one started shit and Dave , his crew and Wanted had each others backs without question. Dave felt what he had been missing the feeling of a family and a place to belong. He discussed it with the rest of his crew before approaching Jamaar Bovarium about possibly having the OG's from Seaweed dropping green and joining up as member of The Wanted. Jamaar and the rest of The Wanted welcomed the Seaweed boys in with open arms and they devoted themselves to making sure to be an asset to their new family and would help protect them at any cost. Once accepted in Dave worked tirelessly for his new family helping in any way he could to contribute and make it known he was here to stay. They enjoyed a few months of peace and good times with their new family before tensions started to rise between some of The Wanted and The Council. A few of the more foolish members had got into heated situations with high ranking members of The Council and had made threats against them which they would never tolerate. Claims of Wanted members undercutting The Councils set prices on the underground gun market and with acts of disrespect stacking The Council had enough and declared war on The Wanted. Jamaar received a text letting him know their money would no longer be welcome and the neutrality they had was now gone and war had begun! The situation couldn't be worse when jamaar put his phone down he noticed police starting to surround him the war had begun and Jamaar was being boxed in and about to be arrested. The Wanted prepared themselves for the worst a war starting and police had taken their leader at the worst time possible. Sure enough the first day they got hit hard and continuously until the members left standing by the end of the first night had gone into hiding laying low until they could muster enough force to hit back. Shortly after night fell Jamaar was finally released from prison and a meeting was called for anyone available to grab your guns and be ready to fight! They setup in a series of ally ways near strawberry clothing store and waited for one of their members to begin being hunted so they could spring the ambush and strike back. In no time at all one of our members was being chased bringing the fight right to them any second. Dave set up hiding in a bush nearest the center of the alley waiting for an opportunity. After a few minute the person being chased pulled in with enemy gang hot in pursuit. He pulled in and got out one of the enemy gang pulled up on his motorcycle and got too close trying to catch the fleeing man. Dave took his chance to get things started and put the man under gun point and forced him from the bike. The enemy gang members seen their man under gun point and the fight broke out gun fire erupting instantly from all around both sides trying to take the other out. In the end most of the people involved ended up either dead or in the ICU a few of The Wanted had made it out alive and considered it a grim first stand with heavy casualties on both sides. The following days The Wanted would be hit again and again losing more members with each fight. While a few surprise attacks and ambushes had been successful they would only work so many times before the enemy caught on and adapted. Weeks of fighting later with more losses coming in everyday Jamaar and a few of the high command that remained alive broke the bad news to the last of the loyal members we would be disbanding Wanted was dead. These words hit Dave hard he was losing his family all over again. Dave left the city after the meeting ended without his family and friends here it just didn't feel like home anymore. (to be continued)
  34. 18 points
    Team Update: Seas has reinstated as a Moderator.
  35. 18 points
    So, what was next for Eoghan Macc? The criminal life - as it always is - was so full of information that was hard to come by. The first couple of weeks was spent trying to learn all there was to the criminal life in Los Santos learning drug drop- offs, and how to find ingredients to cook drugs, the recipes, and the ways to use and maintain the cooking tables. Along with this,it was also about getting a grasp for the city, listening to call outs and learning how to call out chases he was caught up in. However, to get ahead in this city, one must have a sizable income. Bayview just wasn’t cutting it for him and the lads in the gang informed him that he could set up a personal cookhouse in an apartment. A contact was then set up through Jaymes, who managed to secure a small amount of tables for the two to use and start producing coke. It was tough at first with, no contacts for buying plants and the worry of being house raided hindered the cooking process and made cooking a nightmare in the apartment. But after a recruitment meeting, Slamron Bridges brought Eoghan to see a very well set up warehouse with a number of drug tables and an amount of ingredients that would put the drug trade in Columbia to shame. Eoghan and Jaymes set about cooking in the warehouse, producing over 100 kilos of coke in one night. But soon after that, the owner of the warehouse came back to repurpose it. Eoghan managed to pull out all the cooking equipment and ventilators, setting them up with multiple tables and enough vents. However, now they had no place to cook.. That was until Underboss Stephen Joyce informed the gang of a new cookhouse. Eoghan jumped at the opportunity and offered Stephen the tables for permission to cook alongside him in the property. The deal was set up and all the tables were placed in the property, so Eoghan set about holding down labs to fill briefcases with marijuana. Filling multiple bags to Christen the new cookhouse. The sheer number of tables made the cooking efficient and the numbers the lab was putting out is more than expected. The money made from this was going to be put into smuggling drugs back to Ireland along with funding organisations.
  36. 17 points
    LS Underground was founded by Matt Smithe in the blazing hot summer of 2020. After a long hiatus from the city, Matt returned to Los Santos looking for something better. He quickly fell in love with cars in the city and began working at Los Santos Customs, working his way through the ranks. As his love for cars drove him to work harder at LSC, he wanted to do more. He eventually found a group of racers that called themselves Midnight Club where he first began to street race all over Los Santos. Unfortunately, membership in Midnight Club fell inactive, and members began leaving. After Midnight Club's falling out, Matt continued to hone his abilities street racing with the local racers, never under any banner just people that met up to race. Many nights him and his now fiance Niki Zhou would go out and race on their own, racing for bragging rights and just for the thrills. Soon though, Matt decided it was time to form a team again, a team of racers that would be able to come together and set up races and find new ways to bring street racing into the forefront of the city. Thus, Los Santos Underground was born. Currently, Underground is a growing group of street racers that race for both pride and occasionally money. They plan to host buy-in races where a small percentage goes to the treasury and the rest to the winner; as well as hosting driving rally's and car shows. Underground racers race daily, consistently making up new tracks and finding new areas to race in. Recently, Matt, Niki, and their new leader Baxter drove around looking for a good hangout for the organization. After a long while checking out multiple locations, they finally found a perfect spot, An old auto shop no longer in use with plenty of spaces inside and out for vehicles. They gathered up the group currently in town and showed them the new place they had chosen and went over some guidelines about the group. IC Rules 1. No “gang related” criminal activity i.e. Drug making/selling, car chopping, bank robberies, etc 2. Respect the ranking order 3. Resolve all internal issues internally through higher ups 4. No intentional ramming or otherwise unfair racing behaviors OOC Rules 1. Follow All ecrp server rules. Failure to do so will be removal from faction 2. Always hold yourself to a high standard of racing RP (stay on the road as much as possible, no crazy jumps, RP racing injuries properly, etc) 3. Server punishments must be explained to leadership 4. Remain active 5. Remain IC as much as possible, we do not tolerate OOC toxicity towards anyone including other factions 1. Build to over 10 official members 2. Buy a building for the organization 3. Become officially recognized in the city 4. Own legal businesses to help fund races and prizes 1. Rookie – New to the organization 2. Novice – Has a couple races under their belt, beginning to truly learn how to race 3. Amateur – Has raced on every track and shows true racing ability 4. Proficient – Can reliably race on every official underground track 5. Skilled – Has won races on many official tracks and shows an ability to teach others how to race 6. Racer – Highest non-leadership position. Has won races on every official track and has shown true dedication to the team 7. Recruiter – Leadership position that can find and recruit people from a simple prospect to a rookie 8. Lead Racer – High command of Los Santos Underground 1. 10,000 EXP 2. Ability to role play racing in a realistic and fair manner 3. Show a want to have good RP over winning every time
  37. 17 points
    Player(s) being reported: ID 216 Date of interaction reported: 9/8/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1599623208 Your characters name: Tyrese Banks Other player(s) involved: Mike Laurie, Enzo Volkov, Conner Decker Specific rule(s) broken: 14. Deathmatch (DM) Deathmatching is the act of attacking a player without a proper IC motive and interaction. Prior interaction should include escalation such as a robbery or a report to the police. Players may not kill victims who have complied with a plausible demand in reasonable time unless involved in severe hostile activity against them or an ally within 3 hours. Players on foot should only be attempted to be hit with a vehicle once with valid motive. Vehicles cannot be used as weapons in active shootouts unless where unavoidable. Players must be able to explain their reason and provide proof of prior reasoning if requested. If a player informs you that your VOIP isn’t working, you must either fix your VOIP using appropriate commands or use text to deliver your demand. How did the player break the rule(s)? We had a head on collision with a Sheriff's Deputy cruiser after attempting to lose enemies who were chasing us. He immediately got out and started to shoot at us, we fired back. This lead to the death of 2 allies and the imprisonment of myself and Enzo. Evidence of rule breach: https://streamable.com/grbzoy
  38. 17 points
    Character name(s): Korab Bagadovic Admin who issued punishment: BallinByNature Date of punishment: 06/19/2020 Punishment received: Permanent ban Reason given for punishment: OOC insults Your explanation of what happened: I was having a bad day and came on to the server just to chill and have a good time and forget about the problems I was facing IRL, then we got in to a gang fight with an enemy gang and they initiated the fight by ramming our car and stalling it, which at first I thought was a rule break and that's why I said what I said. Why should your appeal be accepted?: First of all i'd like to say that I'm sorry to anyone who got offended or insulted because of the words I said that night, I wasn't really thinking clearly that night, I had a lot of negative stuff, a lot of personal issues on my mind that needed to be taken care off. I directly messaged Ballin after receiving the punishment and I told him why I did what I did, all of my personal stuff included. We went back and fourth on discord and I got a more in-depth look of why I got perma banned, because for me, at the time, the punishment seemed a little bit too harsh. After talking to Ballin I completely understood why he decided to permanently ban me from the server. I respected his decision as he is one of the Head Administrators on the server and has a lot more experience than me when it comes to dealing with rule breakers. There's no way in hell i'd argue that I didn't do anything wrong in that report as it clearly showed me disrespecting another player of the community. There's nothing more to say, really, about why I lashed out in anger that night, Ballin saw my messages already, where I explained to him why I did what I did, I told him about a lot of personal stuff that lead me to partake in the events that took place that night that I don't feel comfortable talking about on here. All I'm trying to tell you is that I'm not some weed in a field full of flowers which needs to be removed. I treat people with respect in and out of the game and I get or hope to get the same amount of respect back, and me showing respect to the people of the community clearly shows that I have gotten a lot of it back. I make videos about the server (mostly montages, but that's just what I like to edit and want people to see), those videos gather a lot of views and a lot of positive feedback, even from enemy gangs that I was fighting before I got banned, because I treat people with respect and it doesn't matter if we are enemies or not. I've helped new players and showed them around the city, what to do, what not do, I, personally, saw an insane amount of people break rules (mostly new players) but I never reported them, I instead told them in ooc chat that that's not how you do things on this server, I tought them how to play so they don't get punished and can enjoy the server. I'd also like to address the fact of why I enjoy playing on the server, let me start off by saying that it was my first ever roleplay server that I played on (less than a year ago). It was really polished and well made so that's why I stayed at first. Then I joined my first gang, got my first car, got my first house, everything was so new to me because I never played on a roleplay server before. I can proudly say and I think a lot of people would agree with my opinion, this concept of GTA 5 being a roleplay game is the most perfect balance any game other game has, If you wan't to listen to some music and chill, turn on some music, grab your car, drive around and talk to people, have fun interactions, if you want to drive around with your gang and look for trouble go ahead, grab a car and go at it, if you want to just chill alone and vibe, turn on some music and go work, cook drugs, furnish your house or do something else that you might find relaxing. I personally enjoyed just chilling at the bank and talking to random people, getting to know them and their stories, one of my most memorable moments isn't even a huge a shootout that I took part in or whatever else. It was just me and a cop talking about extraterrestrial life and a lot of other topics revolving around aliens and our existence. I've made a lot of great friends while playing on the server, who became my friends in real life. I've made some bad decisions icly which lead up to me being looked down upon, but this server and this game is all an experience in it's own and I love this concept and I don't want to lose it over some stupid mistake that I made when I was mad because of my own personal issues, I don't want to say hurtful things to random people who are just enjoying their time on the server, because of what I went through in real life. They don't deserve it and it's up to me to deal with the IRL problems that occur in my life and unfortunately I only realized this after I got permanently banned, but now that I know my problem I've solved it and learned from my mistakes, it's a little bit sad and stupid of me to think that I needed to receive a permanent ban on the server in order to change my perspective but different people learn differently and I hope you guys can understand. Post any evidence or further details: I didn't change anything or add anything from my past appeal because everything that's written here is truthful and I didn't feel like I needed to add anything else since I explained everything to the best of my ability.
  39. 17 points
    Alexander has recently returned to a life of crime. After a streak of luck and constantly evading law enforcement, they finally caught up to him. Alexander was booked into Bolingbroke Penitentiary, a place all too familiar for him. The same steel bars that hold everyone in like animals in a cage. Alex was greeted by the familiar faces of Correctional Officers working at Bolingbroke, they recognized Alex and processed him quickly, as he already had most his things settled in prison. Not looking to get out with an "early release," Alex took his time to settle back into the prison life... After already making himself feel at home in prison, they kicked him out. He did his time, and he was released. Upon leaving the cursed place, he managed to get a ride back to the city and reached out to an old contact. As he exchanged texts with the other party, he was given a location and quickly drove there. When arriving, he saw Black Santa inside a lowrider alongside someone else. He greeted Santa like an old friend, and was invited into the Arcade property they were in front of. Talking to Santa for a moment, they were exchanging thoughts about Santa's new crew. Alex asked regarding recruitment in the new up and coming group. Santa answered the question: "We don't recruit randoms." Alex was quiet, thinking that he might not be welcome, however Santa continued "-but you're not a random Alex." He was glad to hear so, and Santa proceeded with the regular recruitment process. Alex was passed to Kon, a recruiter within the Familia, in order to get himself set. He was handed a set of clothing to wear, as a sign of his status within the Familia. Within the Familia, Alex fit right in with everyone. After exchanging names and getting to know the crew, Alex was back to making a name for himself. Store robberies, carjackings, drug manufacturing, he was back in the action. Alongside the Familia, he also dragged in his brother, Benjamin, as they rolled around together. Though he had plenty of action with the Familia, Alex also found some new allies within other groups. One of which being the Four Seas Order. Though he is a new member among their midst, the Four Seas members were also welcoming of the new faces in La Familia. After holding down a drug laboratory for quite some time, they parted ways and wished each other the best of luck. The few days hes been in the Familia has been the best. Alex is grateful to be part of a powerful and solid crew. Finishing the week off, Alex contacts some of the Familia's brothers in grey in order to move product. Alex retrieves the product from his reliable van and hands them over to the Aztecas. Once they reviewed the product, they hand the produce over to their mules throughout the city, specifically this time in Jamestown. In return, Alex gains a little bit of cash on top for his special coke laced blunts. It was a fine day to be a criminal.
  40. 17 points
    Collie_Fegan here. I feel I did in fact escalate the situation. I called him a retard in which he came back with shit talking also but his recording settings does not record his mic. It all happened quite fast and we had just finished a shootout which was my initial reasoning for going to the clothing store so everything was slightly tense. My reaction was to withdraw the SMG from my vehicle in order to place a bit of fear into the reporting party. His reaction to this was un-holstering his .50 running to cover and aiming it. Once he aimed the gun I took action by opening fire upon him. There was no intention to rob him or even shoot him but as he aimed the pistol I felt it was necessary to shoot him in order to protect myself. I appreciate the reporting party for reaching out to me and being honest in the report about our conversation. If anything else is required let me know.
  41. 17 points
    The time for making personal cash and setting himself up individually was over. It was time to turn his own attention and efforts towards furthering the gang as a whole. The lads had set up a nice, clean batch of poitin and it was sitting in Steamboat for a while, aging in burned oak barrels. But, the time was coming when these barrels would be ready for taste testing and consumption. Eoghan set it upon himself to ready the poitin for sampling. The only thing he needed now was willing testers. He loaded up mini bottles of the poitin in order to see if the citizens of Los Santos would willingly try it and give him feedback in the process. This plan however did not seem to get any momentum in the city’s ebb and flow and no one on the pier was willing to try it. Citizens were all so diligently and sometimes absent mindedly going about catching their fish,. But a chance encounter with one of his old friends Asbjorn Schmidt led him to setting up a taste testing experience with Burnout Nation. Preparations began in order to give burnout an intimate taste testing tour of Steamboat beers. So the stage was set and Eoghan enlisted trusted members from Daichead Gadai that would be known to Burnout Nation to run support staff for the event. David Kinnehan ran the bar with Jaymes McClean as Eoghan tended to the showcase of the poitin. There was a crude first batch that was presented to the guests and many sour faces popped up around the table as the drink was hard and not so palatable. This was to show the guests the progression from brewing the poitin in sub-par equipment. The next taste testing was the fresh and cleanly brewed batch. The guests first tried it neat and it had the same results as the first but the chemical aftertaste disappeared. Then, it was time to show them how it would have been historically consumed. A drop of poitin in the bottom of the glass and topped up with pure spring water to allow for easier consumption. The taste was dulled by the addition of the water and the burnout members rejoiced that their drinks no longer were akin to paint thinners. But the cream of the crop was still to come. Eoghan mixed the sour drink with a reduced, sweetened orange syrup. The mix was welcome, warm and clean. After the demonstration the guests relaxed with conventional drinks as Eoghan and the rest cleared the bar. Burnout’s head man Maccy Kentworth asked if it was okay to get a small tour of the facilities at Steamboat, . So the brewing and fermenting facilities were shown off privately to the group. All in all the night was a great success and also great preparation for the upcoming night at Steamboat in the coming week.
  42. 17 points
    Remaining true As time flies by, alliances are formed, friendships are hardened and respect is earned, yet the everlasting hatred and division between the underground and law enforcement remains the same. There is no line, there are no rules of engagement, the sweaty favela of crime and money is ravaged by the government as the criminal underground resumes to exceed expectations, set new grounds and show their teeth, resilience and wisdom. Law enforcement having an unbeatable budget, new ways to fight are sought after as they slowly but surely encroach whatever they set their eyes on. A common enemy shared among rivals they remain as the main antagonist of any criminal. Expectations Kris, during his time with his long lost family he has gotten a chance to get a head start, a step ahead the danger in blue. Continually finding ways to outsmart law enforcement which they add onto he is forced to find new ways to provide for himself and those around him. Drug dens and portable labs are a common way for the above average criminal to further his craft, expand his area of operations. Recent changes requiring an influx of drug sales to satisfy the needs of merchants, mechanics and off shore pharmacists Kris is expected to provide, to earn himself favors. Time remains unbeaten, the everlasting struggle for power is at large and reaching a peak, what faith has in store for him, he can only wonder.
  43. 17 points
    ▛▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝ ▜ After the MC moved into the new Headquarters they began to plan, build and decorate it the way they wanted. One morning Ava woke up to an empty place next to her in bed, she assumed Lucas was up all night decorating the new HQ as she left him there the night before. The day went on, she went to work and hung out with the family. She grew more concerned when the MC said they haven't seen or heard from Lucas. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, she would spend her nights wondering where he was. "Where is he?" ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ▙ ▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▟ ▛▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝ ▜ After a while Ava took it upon herself to help the MC along without Lucas, planning rides and social activites. She stayed strong for the club but inside her heart was breaking she had moments to herself where she was worried where her life was going but also the future of the MC. She would constantly text Lucas with updates and church times. To stop herself from spiralling she started writing in her journal when she felt overwhelmed. Where are you Lucas? I know you're not going to read this or even see it but i need to write it before i lose my mind. It's hard without you not only for me but for the club too, they're starting to notice that you're not around, i don't know what to say to them when they ask where is our president? It's embarrassing to admit that i don't know where my own husband is! I miss you! ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ▙ ▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▟ ▛▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝ ▜ Yet another church came around and still no sign of Lucas. After going over what was spoken about the week before Ava gave up giving the club a choice. Disband and go their separate ways or vote in a new President. They all agreed on voting a new President, they spoke as a family and came to a vote. Ava would be the new president. She was scared but determined to take the reins and continue guiding the MC forward. I get it you've left us! It's time to move forward without you. I hope that leaving me and leaving the family was worth it. Enjoy your new life i wish you the best Lucas... I've got this ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ▙ ▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▖▟
  44. 16 points
    Player(s) being reported: Samuel Martin Date of interaction reported: 22/09/2020 Unix time stamp from HUD: 1600802100 Your characters name: Dara MacFadden Other player(s) involved: Irish, roland brown Specific rule(s) broken: 13. Fear Roleplay (FRP) Fear RP is showing appropriate care and concern to preserve your character's safety and life. If a player's life is in direct danger they must RP adequate fear and comply with demands. If an attacker lowers their weapon to type, victims which were under fear RP remain as so. A player is not showing proper fear if they run while on foot/bike or in an unpowered vehicle and a weapon is aimed at them at close range, or if they drive into an active shootout more than once without the intent of providing cover or fleeing with it. A player still has the option to react if they are in a powered vehicle, if they already have a weapon drawn facing their attacker, or if their attacker's view is obstructed by an object. How did the player break the rule(s)? Samuel Martin fell off a high ladder and we heard him do this from across the street of our HQ. We went over to investigate and saw a naked man with a heavy sniper.. In my opinion, this is a pretty unrealistic action in itself, when have you ever seen a LEO naked with a full blown Sniper rifle wearing a taliban mask? When we run towards Samuel Martin. we scream demands telling him to get on his knees and he reaches for his panic buttons and presses it, resulting in me being arrested and losing a Micro, .50 and time in jail and prison fines. Even if my gun wasn't pointed at him in his POV, he life was CLEARLY in direct danger here.. It would've taken me one second to shoot him for pressing that button, as he was there on his own in an allyway with no gun drawn. Also how would he have a panic button... naked? Evidence of rule breach: https://streamable.com/d2zlpx
  45. 16 points
    Character name(s): Jake Ryan Admin who issued punishment: Archaeah Date of punishment: 18/09/20 Punishment received: RWT Reason given for punishment: RWT - Real World Trading Your explanation of what happened: honestly I would like to get some more information about this. Why should your appeal be accepted?: I know what I did is against the rules and I should have thought twice before I did what I did, I regret this a lot actually.. I have been playing this server for 3 years now, I shouldn't have risked my precious account for that dumb reason, this game genuinely is the only game to give me joy, and I will completely understand you guys if you don't want to welcome me back into this amazing community.. I have taken my time to re-read the entire rulebook and I do feel like I am ready to return the server with better understanding of the server rules than previously. I would like to Apologize for the Roleplay I have ruined, I know I did wrong and I admitted up to my mistakes, if I would get a second chance, I will prove myself and never do these things ever again. Post any evidence or further details:
  46. 16 points
    統一 (Unity) --- While the conflict with Daichead Gadaí was raging throughout Los Santos and Blaine County, the Four Seas Order were still planning to open their Noodle House, as they have ever since buying the property. Once they had settled on a date, Charlie and the Pandas began setting up the soft opening of what in the future shall become their way of connecting with the public. They decided that they would make this a private event, open only to certain other gangs and close friends. Invitations were sent out to their good friends of Los Aztecas and the Triads, and even their not-so-good Irish friends of Daichead Gadaí. Over the next few days, people were asked to sign up as waiters and security for the evening as everyone was anticipating the big day. As a show of gratitude and respect, there would be no entry fee and food would be on the house; Their cook Thomas was in for a hell of a night. Once Sunday had arrived and it was almost time to welcome their guests, everyone made their way down to the mask store to get dressed in their traditional outfits that they would wear from now on for their events at the Noodle House. Upon their arrival back at the restaurant, the parking lot was already starting to fill up with Aztecas and Triads. The Pandas hosting the event greeted as many people as they could before heading inside for a final briefing to get everyone on the same page before the doors were to open and their guests could finally experience a taste of what FSO had in store for the future. As the night kicked off, the tables were soon full of people, their conversations engulfing the room in chatter. Topics emerged and faded as fast as they could speak, after all Los Santos was a busy place. It was a rare occurrence though for this sordid crew to be able to relax and just talk over a nice hot bowl of noodles. As the mouth-watering smell of the noodles filled the restaurant, some of the guests got up and started dancing and having a good time to the music being played by Travis, our DJ for the night. With the interaction still flowing amongst the occupants of the Noodle House certain staff suddenly showed a bit of an alarm in their expressions. The word had gone out that Irish were circling the block, making their presence known in a rather interesting fashion given that they were invited to the gathering. Cooler heads prevailed and the roar of the green motorcade faded into the distance. Those who had went on alert making their way back inside, casually returning to the conversations they had left behind. As the crowd filed out after the final calls, the night had been a success on many levels. Even the Irish leadership had decided to stop by and make an appearance. The Noodle House began to wind down, waiters taking a moment to rest in a booth, dishes clanking in the kitchen, and congratulations on the outstanding opening night being passed around.
  47. 16 points
    Continue to thrive La Familia had been continuously growing in numbers and their members had shown great dedication and loyalty as such the members who had stood out the most had received promotions. They gathered everyone to the Tattoo shop to start the initiation of the recruits who would soon be soldiers after receiving their tattoos. From this point forward they would be full fledged soldiers pledging their lives to La Familia Michoacana. There was also a soldier who had proven to the high command that they could be trusted to bring in new capable members and help train them so he was promoted to enforcer. Three of the familia's enforcers who had previously been recruiting and training had been instrumental in the recent growth and strengthening of the familia. The high command had decided to acknowledge their hardwork and dedication by promoting them to shot callers Relations in the city had been going very well so far recently La Familia had become acquainted with one of the new motorcycle clubs that had been steadily growing in Sandy Shores. They had a meeting and exchanged names with The Lost MC. They had been caught chopping a few of the familia's cars but had not known who the cars had belonged to they where able to work out the problem peacefully and ensure it would not happen again. It was more beneficial to both groups to keep an open communication between the two to avoid any misunderstandings in the future and also for future business opportunities The Familia had also been steadily doing business with council keeping up relations introducing our newest members and importing weaponry and ammo to keep the familia armed and ready.
  48. 16 points
    Mischief In a time of boredom James Mcpuffin decided he would get a few of the soldiers and recruits together and cause a little bit of trouble around the city. The night started off with scouting around for potential vehicles to take to a chop shop. Someone had conveniently left their bike behind a stall on the pier. With people minding their own business, Rebecca got to work on the bike while James and Kon kept lookout. They were all keeping an eye out for witnesses ensuring nobody was watching them. The pier is a popular location even during nightfall. Unfortunately the bikes tampering system notified it's owner so the Familia made a swift exit from the pier, they were not hanging around for the police anytime soon. After a long night of stealing vehicles Familia decided to hit up a few stores. The city was surrounded by cops so the best place was to head up north. James, Rebecca and Kon kept lookout while the others went into the stores to hold up the clerk and grab the cash. Everyone hid their vehicles out of sight to ensure any officers driving by would not suspect a thing. The morning was successful with multiple stores hit up north. After hitting some stores up north the Familia decided it would be a good time to head to a drug lab. Nobody had interrupted the Familia at the drug lab and they relaxed while they let their plant grow. James Mcpuffin loves the smell of weed, he likes to smell how potent the plants are as they grow. Each member gathered enough bags for themselves and decided to split ways. Throughout the night and morning the Familia caused issues for anyone trying to get in their way. As a Mexican cartel La Familia do not take kindly to people trying to stop them in their tracks.
  49. 16 points
    Where it all began Charlie had just recently flown into town because he was visiting some friends of his who lived in Los Santos, he was only meant to stay for a week but he had fallen in love with Los Santos and he couldn't leave, as soon as he knew this was his decision he set out and looked for work. He stumbled along a lonely farmer called Paul who was paying 5000$ for every batch of wheat he got sold, Charlie didn't hesitate and took the job straight away. Charlie enjoyed farming as he could relax and leave all of his problems behind while he was working. Eventually Charlie farmed enough to buy his first car, a Spectre Custom A couple days after he had gotten his spectre custom Charlie bumped into somebody named Lele Mchoe, she taught him the basics of making and taking of drugs...and she taught him the ways of criminal life At the time Lele was associated with the gang Russian Mafia although Charlie didn't like them that much he stuck around them to gain knowledge of all the other gangs within Los Santos which is where he found out about the Triads, Los Zetas and the Rooks. Charlie had obtained many numbers of many people related to the criminal side of Los Santos one of them happened to be Dante Kalashnikov. Charlie had asked if he could roll with them for a while to get to know everyone Charlie felt at home with everyone in the family and knew that he had to join the rooks.... To be continued
  50. 16 points
    Fresh Start | New Beginning Late nights, constant arguments and dealing with a young male rebelling against his parents. If anybody asked Dove Jackson what her days were like that would be the answer. The headaches were harsh, motivation low and it was all just... exhausting. Liberty City was no longer what it used to be and a change of pace was needed. She couldn't do it anymore. Dove could no longer watch herself fall apart from having nothing. It was time for the Jacksons to try something new. - San Andreas - Dove's husband, Rico Jackson, was always there - always supportive, always thinking forward and always a bit of a pain in the ass. It was his idea to move to San Andreas and see what the city of Los Santos could provide. Maybe now things will get better. There was still something missing. Was it the breeze running through her hair during a late night bike ride or the rumble of motorcycles heard during a group ride that became music to her ears? Dove Jackson missed everything about Lost MC and parting ways with a group that became an extension of her family cut deep. Los Santos felt wrong. It was too much city, not enough distress. Too much polish and not enough rugged. Dove was a puzzle piece in the wrong set and it was just... wrong. Riding northbound with her husband and son in tow was more her style. The air was different, the sound more hushed. Clanging metal and the roar of bikes guided them to the depths of Stab City where Dove came face to face with Jax Thorpe who informed the Jacksons of the intention to rebuild Lost MC, wanting to see it rise from the ashes left behind in Liberty City. They found it. They found home. The invitation to help rebuild and reestablish was met with quick nods and a renewed sense of purpose. Things were going to be different now. Not only did she have her family by her side but Dove also had the remnants of what she thought she was forced to part with. Once a biker, always a biker. It was time to rise from the ashes. It was time to ride.
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