ShawnsBeard

time to eat some zetas

2nd Saint Shawn Morningstar recently adopted a stray dog at the Los Santos Bank, who he named Nutty. He took his new best friend out for a night on the town with a few of The Saint's new recruits and 6th Saint Joey Morningstar as his entourage. They all had a great night filled with fun and action that they would never forget.

6th Saint Joey Morningstar and Bishop Kenny Stevens decided to take a few of the recruits out on the town...

With the recent gang war in the city, The Saints realized that it was becoming harder and harder to produce tender to help supply the gangs purposes. What they would come to find out, is that they had strong connections at the SADOC. The Los Santos Saints were able to get many of their members jobs as correctional officers to help support the gang financially with legally earned money. This endeavor also helped the members of The Saints learn the faces of a multitude of gang members from the city, which would help in identifying any possible rats during the war. The Saints also decided to invest into delegating some members and relationships into mechanic shops, so that gang members and close friends could get discounted prices on labor and a bit of leniency from tow trucks. With all the money coming in, The Saints started to plan on a spot to set up their gang turf and HQ...

Just having a nice old fashioned picnic with the group :)

The Saints got some big things coming, I don't think the city is prepared.

Sarah Elizabeth Milano and Marquis Nicholas Grove were high school sweethearts that lived in the state of San Andreas. They never knew love like the kind they gave each other, and when they graduated college in 1992 they even went down the same career path. Marquis and Sarah worked their way up the FIB and became agents, proving to the department that they made great partners. Marquis proposed to and married Sarah in 1994. Shortly after, they wanted to start their own family, and thus they began to try for a child. When Sarah became pregnant and they found out the baby would be a boy, they agreed to the name Shawn Michael Grove. He was born on April 23rd 1995, surrounded by the Grove family and friends. Shawn Grove was raised as a normal kid, who became friends with plenty of people and did well in school. As he was growing up however, his parents were still dedicated FIB agents. They caught and put away more criminals then they could keep track of, and naturally they made some enemies. One of those enemies being the prominent Mafia known as The Philadelphia Crime Family. Marquis and Sarah spearheaded an investigation into TPCF, which lead to the seizure of over $30 million dollars worth of narcotics and the arrest of their Underboss and two Capos. As FIB agents, they couldn't disclose their work duties to anyone, so Shawn was generally left in the dark on what his parents did for a living. However, one night Shawn had overheard his parents discussing their recent operation, and he decided to listen in. When Shawn found out that his parents were certified drug busting bad asses, he felt as if he was being raised by superheroes. In a fit of glee, Shawn had bragged about his parents operation to his friends at school. For a few years, things remained quiet and normal. Eventually, Shawn graduated high school and set his eyes on further education. He had always dreamed of developing some sort of artificial intelligence, so he decided to pursuit a degree in Computer Science. While Shawn was at college, The Philadelphia Crime Family decided it was time to enact their revenge. With their new leadership, they conducted a kidnapping of Sarah and Marquis Grove. They took the two to one of the Crime Family's money laundering fronts, a local pizza shop by the name of Jorge's Pizzeria, where they tied them up and left them to die in the freezer. After a few weeks had passed, Shawn had gotten worried when he realized that he hadn't heard from his parents in a while. It was generally normal for them to check in at least weekly, so the lack of communication confused him. When he went home for a surprise visit, he noticed that the home was empty. Shawn tried calling his mother multiple times, and when she didn't answer he attempted to call his father, who also failed to pick up. At this point, he dialed his grandfather, Rocco Arturo Milano, who quickly answered the phone. Shawn had explained the situation, and his grandfather seemed to be mostly unbothered. After his call with his grandfather, Shawn stepped outside and decided to try and dial 911. As he was dialing 911, Shawn was hit over the back of the head with a baseball bat, which knocked him out cold. Shawn woke up in the back of what smelled like an animal control vehicle, but he had a bag on his head so he couldn't see anything. After about 10 minutes, the vehicle abruptly stopped, and shortly after two men came to retrieve Shawn from the back doors. They grabbed him by the arms, and led him into a building without saying a word. As the door opened, Shawn had heard a bell ring like the one from the 24/7 he used to work at. Soon after, the smell hit him, and Shawn had realized they brought him into a pizzeria. The two men quickly took the bag off of his head and untied him, and when his eyes adjusted he confirmed what he had suspected. They sat him down at a table with a large 14" pepperoni pizza, and the smaller of the two men told him to eat. He had a strong Italian accent, which sounded familiar to Shawn. After a moment of hesitation, Shawn began to dig in. When his mouth was still filled with cheese, pepperoni, and sauce, the two men grabbed him by the arms again and led him to the freezer in the back of the shop. They opened the door slowly, and Shawn thought he was going to be tossed in, but as he peered inside he rested his eyes upon the contents of the room. After a moment, he had realized what he was looking at. Both of his parents laid there, motionless. Their skin was covered in a thick layer of ice, as if their bodies had been freezer burned. They were long dead, and then the smell suddenly hit him. Shawn braced himself against the wall of the freezer and began to vomit at his feet, refusing to take another look at the lifeless corpses of his parents. After Shawn had finished throwing up, a man had stepped out of the shadows. It was Shawn's grandfather, who gazed towards Shawn and stood still in an awkward silence. When Shawn could muster it, he asked why he was there. Rocco calmly stated that he ran The Philadelphia Crime Family in secret, and that thanks to the information that Shawn had provided to the children of members of the mafia, he was able to track down the FIB agents who were responsible for the narcotics bust. With a wave of his hand, Rocco dismissed the act of killing his own family as if it was just business. Shawn was dazed, he had lost his entire family at this point. He didn't know how to feel, or what to do, and he just sat there in silence while his grandfather's words just echoed in his mind. Then, Shawn heard that his grandfather had asked him to join The Philadelphia Crime Family, and in an attempt to save his own life he agreed with his grandfather's terms. Rocco had given Shawn the nickname of Frosty, and sent him on his way. The two henchmen took Shawn back to his family home, and apologized for having to kidnap him. The next day, Shawn booked a flight to Los Santos, and when he arrived he changed his name legally. Now known as Shawn Morningstar, he was ready to rebuild his life and never look back.

My suggestion is to increase the amount of pistols/pistol ammo that appears on the import section for official gangs. With the firearm license change, the only thing people can get access to easily is heavies.

Knowing that our enemies had access to heavy weaponry, some of the higher ups in Los Santos Saints decided it was time to get some firepower of our own. We made a connection with someone that received praise from some of our trusted friends, and we scheduled a meet up for the exchange. After a quick and quiet discussion, the group decided to head somewhere a bit more discreet for the exchange. When they found somewhere they deemed suitable, the dealer let the Saints inspect what they were going to be purchasing. After careful inspection, the Saints decided that this is what they needed their hands on and they gave the dealer the cash for the goods. Later on that day, Los Santos Saints decided to give one of the weapons a test run in the hands of one of their leaders.

Just went through and added some descriptions to the ranks so they mean more than just names :)

RIP gun store owners profits

I'm not the one that brought a report up in the first place, that would be Jay.

Did not comply? All I did was speak as 5 different people were talking to me at the same time and I got shot in the back of the car. You are supposed to give your victims sufficient time to comply to their demands (● A player must allow their victim enough time to comply with the demands.). I was told not to talk as I was talking with 1 of your 10 guys kidnapping me and was shot. Also whatever way you put it, you ziptied me, took me into the back of a car and multiple miles away from where the shootout occurred, how is that not kidnapping?

Jay, I would appreciate if you would take the time to possibly read the reply of the post you mentioned here as a 'source' of smaller factions wanting to just DM without RP. In the post I explained that the situation was a result of miscommunication between two gangs on the radio. Also, you state that multiple people grouping up trying to fight you isn't criminal RP when we are enemy gangs and your gang does the same thing on a bigger scale more frequently? Before I was even affiliated with any gang on the server, I had trouble with multiple zeta cars pulling me over on my BF400 on the highway to rob me for a fishing pole and a bag more than once. There was also a situation recently where the Zetas were robbing a Saint, who didn't even have a radio on him, and they dropped one of their radios to him and asked what frequency he was on. When he tried explaining that he had never used a radio before, they kept pestering him asking for a frequency that he didn't even have. Hell, just today I was kidnapped with 0 RP reason that was in compliance with server rules (I believe you were there as well?). When I tried explaining that they were breaking server rules by kidnapping me when I complied to their demands all they did was spam OOC chat with "he 100% shot" when I have video showing that I didn't. That doesn't sound like very good RP to you does it? I would like to state that I don't agree with the suggestion to force the official gangs to not be allies, as I understand that you guys had to work hard to get to where you are. However you trying to spread misinformation about the quality of RP of smaller gangs when yours is even worse rubs me the wrong way.

Today some top members of The Los Santos Saints decided it was time to make more of a name for themselves around the city. Saint Shawn met with Cyrus of the First Five to discuss plans for the coming day. After some deliberation, Cyrus and Shawn decided we'd convene with more members of the Saints and our allies to discuss hitting the bigger gangs where we'd leave a mark. Four Saints and an ally from Devils Rejects met to discuss the plan, and soon after set out to search for some enemy gang cars to take to the chop shop. Honestly, the Saints figured there would be more of a fight. They thought Los Zetas and the Irish Mob were supposed to be running and operating the chop shop, not getting their cars broken to bits and sold for parts. There was plenty of money to be made for The Los Santos Saints and their allies.

+1

Very excited to be a part of this group of people trying to make a change

+1 Love this idea, would maybe even be cool to implement a coast guard division for the PD or even make it separate. The idea of pirates roaming around taking over whale/shark fishing boats sounds dope too.