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  1. Z0thian

    Aztecas

    I have seen gangs come and go since my two years being on this server and not a single one of them disbanding has hurt me as much as this. I want to thank each and every Azteca for making me feel like I was worth something, and thank you for letting me be a part of your story, even if my time there was short lived. I have never seen more creative and lore intense roleplay from any other faction, the events and attention to detail really made this group stand out and none if it could have been done without the amazing leadership team. Gracias to them, and I will be forever thankful for being allowed to be a part of this family. I am heart broken seeing this coming to an end. Each and everyone of you will hold a place in my heart. Gracias family. Mi Familia Sobre Todos.
  2. Z0thian

    Shocked

    This makes no sense. You have to remember that it's a RP server, these people valunteer to be staff, they too play the game to enjoy RP senarios. WE as players can't expect staff to drop everything they are doing to deal with rule breaks or bugs. Do you know how many reports come in a day? I don't, but fuck, I imagine it is a LOT.
  3. Z0thian

    Aztecas

    (This is a character background story, any mention of this ICLY would be considered metagaming, and as a small warning; this post will contain things such as torture, rape, abuse and murder. As a forewarning, it will contain these sensitive materials.) "Curiously I was unmoved by my work. Unaffected by the act of murder, I had become entirely numb. I'll say it in plain English. I am the perfect killer in every sense of the word, because I'm still alive." Lucy was born into a large family. Albeit most of her siblings have different fathers. The quadruplets Lucy, Angela, Eve, and Mackenzie are considered the babies, since they were the last children to come all holding the same father. Lucy was the oldest of them; born twelve minutes before Angela, then finally came Mackenzie who was born fifteen minutes after Angela. Being the eldest of the girls it fell upon her to look after her siblings, but Lucy naturally, was a rebellious spirit. The youngest sister Mackenzie was babied by their mother. Lucy always looked up to her father, her father was in the armed forces, she was too young to know or care about his rank. After the news came in that Lucy’s father was killed in action when the girls were only four things began to spiral, it hit hardest on Lucy, who then in turn, went completely off the rails as she got older. Lucy was placed under arrest multiple times, placed in holding cell after holding cell for petty crimes as a way to act out, perhaps for a cry for attention. The supposed death of Lucy’s father hit the whole family hard, but the two people it affected most were Lucy and her mother. Their mother almost switched off emotionally and physically, she had never much cared for any of her children beside Mackenzie but she was present in their life. However, after the news it was almost like a switch was flipped off. With her depression came alcohol, and with the alcohol came the aggression. She turned coldest towards Lucy who would purposely put herself in the way to protect her younger siblings, despite there only being a short time distance between all of them, Lucy took it upon herself to be that bigger sister they needed, and as such; Lucy was subjected to frequent beatings. With their mother spending most of their income on alcohol Lucy had to take it upon herself to steal what little she could from her mother’s purse to buy essentials for herself and her younger sisters, this often meant if she couldn’t grab enough, she’d go hungry and allow her sisters to eat before she focused on herself. At the age of fourteen, Lucy fell into some rough times when she inadvertently got herself caught up into the paramilitary political movements of the IRA. Lucy didn’t exactly agree with their cause, but saw it as a way to get her hands on things she wanted, and in the process she learned a whole lot from the small group of acquaintances she made. Meanwhile, their mother had moved on, and had begun ‘seeing’ an officer who frequently had detained and thrown Lucy into a cell overnight. Of course on top of that, Lucy’s mother was seeking the comfort of others in the night for money to keep their family afloat. Lucy never judged her mother for this if it kept her siblings alive, Lucy would do anything too. Things were awkward with John in the equation, the officer held a high rank within the police force and was becoming a pain to Lucy. As Lucy’s self appointed new "parental guardian", John made it his personal mission to lecture and pursue Lucy about her criminal activities. It began to annoy her how he stuck his nose in her personal life and tried to enforce himself as some kind of father figure. She certainly wasn't ever going to see him as a father figure. At seventeen, Lucy had gotten herself in another incident where she was arrested for armed robbery, then promptly incited a riot across the city centre, two people were killed among the riot. John was the officer who came and arrested her, thanks to her distraction of the riot her accomplices managed to escape. She waited hours alone in a small interrogation room, her hands cuffed to the table. Finally she heard the door open, but much to her chagrin, the person who stepped through the door was John. He made his way into the room, shaking his head disapproving. He scolded her, telling her how disappointed and heartbroken her mother would be. Lucy rolled her eyes, she didn't care. Her mother was an alcoholic who never paid any attention to any of them, aside from Mackenzie. John told Lucy this was the end for her, unless she did something for him. He wanted the names of those she helped escape, the very people who helped her rob the jewellery store. A grin formed on Lucy’s lips, as she spat in his general direction and told him to fuck himself. However, what happened next was something that for a long time, broke her psyche. This was the first of many incidents where John sexually assaulted Lucy. He called it their little "arrangement." Lucy couldn't and wouldn't speak up about it. After all, who would believe her? This happened on a number of occasions and Lucy seemed powerless to stop it. However, by the age of nineteen, she noticed John was becoming more bold and letting down his guard often. Lucy had been detained once more, and John said he would personally escort her home. Lucy now lived alone so of course, John invited himself in. Lucy was exhausted and tired of being manipulated, so for once, she began to argue when John attempted their usual arrangement, and she told him to put and end to it. The only thing that stopped her arguing was the words “Perhaps I can arrange something with your sisters then…” Silence struck her, and the words weighed heavy on her fragile heart. While he was sleeping, Lucy went into her kitchen and found the biggest knife she could. She stood for a moment in the doorway of her bedroom watching him sleep. Disgusted of the man in front of her. The knife rose high in the air… before she knew it the knife was plunged deep into his flesh, piercing through his chest. Multiple times she pulled the knife out and stabbed it back in. Blood soaked the area. She staggered backwards looking at the body drenching her bed sheets. Lucy didn't bother to hide the crime scene, she knew if she was ever to return to Ireland, she would be thrown away. So, she never did return. Her hands shaking and bloody, reached for her phone and she contacted some old friends, members of the IRA. Her friend Casey helped smuggle Lucy out of the city, Casey had some friends in Los Santos who were making a name for themselves, The Irish Mafia to be precise. They offered Lucy protection from being caught for her crimes, and in return she offered them her life, to do as they wished. One night, while sleeping peacefully in her bed, she was taken from her home, bound by a coarse tweed bag. When she awoke, her hands were bound behind her back and she was tightly strapped into a metal chair. She glanced around and noticed she wasn’t the only one in the line up. Two of her best friends were there with her and a number of higher ups stood in front of them all. Their leader, [REDACTED] stepped forward, hands behind his back as he stood proud, a look of smugness on his face. He spoke to them, addressing them but not looking at a single one of them, because all he saw in them was a potential of becoming a weapon unlike anything else, their strongest pawn. “Everyone sitting before me has been chosen to take part in a special programme. Your talents shown on the battlefield is what made us choose you. We’ve chosen the best of the best, do not disappoint me… Remember, it’s an honour to have been chosen, and if you die, it’s an honour to die for your cause.” With that, he turned to leave, casting one final glance behind him a dark smile curling on his lips before he vanished. For a year not a single one of the people ‘chosen’ saw a fraction of the outside world. They were subjected to human experimentation, torture and brainwashing of a sort. They were the guinea pigs to see if they could make the perfect killers. A soldier, of sorts, who would killed with no remorse, no questions asked. Little by little, the numbers began to drop, not everyone survived this training and after a year… Lucy was one of the six who ‘survived’. Survived of course, being a loose term, her mind was broken and she believed she was nothing but a weapon. The one thing that they could remember was: It was an honour to be chosen. Each one of them was fitted with a tracker in their left arm, and sent on their way. If they were needed, they would be contacted. They were assigned into teams of three, and allowed to go free until they had a task assigned to them. For the first time in a whole year, Lucy set her sights upon the sky, she felt like she was finally free, though deep down she knew she would never be… Her two friends [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] came out with her, they were husband and wife. Luckily they both survived the training too, and [REDACTED] was in charge of their group. Lucy, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] were one of the two groups. They were contacted for missions, doing what they were trained to do. Torture, kill, extract information using any means necessary, and of course, they did all of this with no questions asked. Lucy had to do some… Awful things to do as their instructions told her, and despite all her training, these actions did affect her mentally. She might act with no remorse, but somewhere deeper under the monster she portrayed on her missions, these acts of biblical cruelty affected her on a deeper level. They were trained to stop at nothing to get their job done, and in doing so, they became the stuff of nightmares. Lucy’s partners, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] noticed this too, and in an attempt to save their souls, they sold out their leader, [REDACTED], gave his locations to a warring gang. However, the two had been double crossed, and were given misinformation as the leader suspected their treachery. It was found that they had indeed sold out their leader and as such they knew they would suffer a fate worse than death. In a final attempt to save their souls, they contacted Lucy, who at this point was unaware of their treachery. They told her everything, with brutal honesty. Their last request from their lips so desperately. The husband, the commander of their small team, [REDACTED] made one final command to Lucy, knowing she wouldn’t fail her duty. “Don’t let them find us. Finish your job. Family and blood.” Without hesitation, Lucy shot them both, one after the other. Point blank in the head. Deep down she knew that she did them a mercy, because if they were found by her gang, they would be subjected to immeasurable pain and torture, so… She did what little act of kindness she could to them. Lucy buried them on that mountain top and made a full report back to her leader, informing them of everything that happened. Lucy was praised for her loyalty, though punished for not bringing them back alive. For a long time, Lucy just lived each day as a blur, a mechanical machine that killed and left a trail of blood and destruction behind her, killing for her cause. Eventually the Irish Mafia disbanded after a long war, and Lucy was left without anything in the world. It took her awhile but she soon became established as a hitwoman. Lucy was paid on several occasions to take out certain targets for a high price. Lucy showed no mercy for those she was paid to kill, just as she was trained, and she cared little for the reason behind the hits. A job was a job. However, the following years were unkind to her, and she lost many people she held close to her. Being wanted back in Ireland left her with little options. Lucy began to grow cold and lonely, the voices and screams of those she was paid to torture and/or kill began to torment her in the night; she would see figures of those she killed following her. She knew it was just her head trying to guilt her, but she was good at her job. Nobody knew or would find any evidence of her crimes. The loneliness and fear had gotten too much for her and she longed for something, someone to help her. All she found was a group called The Triads. They gave her a place within their ranks, gave this experienced killer and torturer a place to feel welcome and in doing so. They acknowledged her talents and she continues to be a weapon for their cause, doing as she's ordered in order to protect her family. Within the Triads Lucy had a chance to find herself once more, this once cold and lonely killer was accepted as one of them. Her gifts were valued and they saw her as something more than just a pawn to fight and die for them. Little by little, she developed her personality, became something more than just a broken shell of a human. Lucy found that she didn’t enjoy killing, but it was something that needed to be done to protect the people she cared about, but she was good at it. She made so many good friends in the Triads, and she considered them not just a gang but her family. Her relations spanned further than just Triads too. Triads opened a door and she just stumbled through it, her connections were vastly expanded, she had friends from all walks of life now. People that would die for her, and she in turn, would die for them. This was how Lucy got acquainted with the Aztecas. For a long time, Lucy didn’t like most of their people, there had been a war previously between the triads and the mexicans and many of Lucy’s friends and family had fallen in it, though; of course, with all wars, the bloodshed was shared on both sides. It wasn’t until Lucy had met Alicia and Gabriel that Lucy came to appreciate the Aztecas, and after seeing how they too were so like-minded in their ideals of family. This was something Lucy respected and as time went on, Lucy made close connections to a lot of people in the Aztecas, forming strong bonds with several members. Triads, Zetas and Aztecas became one big family. A group of unstoppable forces that worked together. At least.. For a time. However, the good times weren’t to last, The Zetas disbanded leaving a hole in a lot of people’s hearts… Then following this, a war broke out, and her current family, Triads demanded they fought against Aztecas. Usually, Lucy would accept, fight without question like she was trained to do. However, she just... couldn’t she’d killed too many of her own friends. She wouldn’t be the reason another one of her friends left this world, so respectfully, she stepped down. Tensions again were rising after the Triads disbanded, between Aztecas and Lucy’s friends at the Four Seas Order. Lucy reached out to Alicia requesting recruitment. Something inside Lucy urged her to join, she hoped, prayed even that she might be able to mend this bond. Although, sometimes… Wounds cut too deep to heal all. The first day that Lucy put on her Azteca attire, friends of hers, people she considered family in the past insulted her, called her unspeakable things, going as far to shoot at her, attempting to take her life all for her new allegiance. It seemed peace wasn’t an option. Lucy has a new family now. Mi Familia Sobre Todos.
  4. +1 to my understanding TS was used to counter voip issues, however voip is currently the MOST stableit has ever been in game, so I really see no need for TS anymore when PD could have ig tactical binds with /bindradio.
  5. Z0thian

    Dark Army

    Good luck guys, can't wait to see what you get up to, I know @Marlon has a very high standard of RP so can't wait to see what this group does!
  6. Z0thian

    Aztecas

    A prologue. A deep sense of belonging is an irreducible need of people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to belong to something. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick. For Lucy these words alway rang true. She always felt the need to belong to something, first it was The Irish Mafia, and it ended with The Triads. There were things in between and all of them were just futile attempts at bridging the gap between her and that sense of belonging. While a part of them, there was that feeling, and she served them all for as long as she could, but in the end everything falls and sometimes with it, falls hope. Countless nights Lucy had found herself, restlessly staring at the mask hung above her bed. The cold eyes of her Triad mask, one symbolic of the rank of the Black Tiger, stared straight into her soul reminding her of her mistake. She never should have left. Lucy had seen countless wars, gangs rising and inevitably falling in Los Santos, she had been there in them not too long ago, but nothing made her restless more than her memories, and the family she had lost the day she handed over her mask. Of course there were plenty of memories that haunted Lucy, but the only one that truly mattered to her, was the ones regarding her family. The Triads? They were, and always will be, Lucy's first real family. The night was cold, rain poured loudly onto the exterior balcony of her apartment, the loud pitter patter was only amplified in Lucy’s current state, her body sweating despite the cold temperature; her chest tightly closed up, and she was struggling to catch her breath. As lightning flashed through the window it illuminated her room. There the red headed girl lay, alone in her bed clutching a pillow tightly to her chest. The dark bags under her eyes only indicated her lack of sleep. Figures of tortured souls danced in her vision; all of them tormenting her, mocking her. These were the victims of her past, she was a trained murderer and torture expert, taught to feel no remorse, but when she was alone, the guilt ate her up. People always said that Lucy wasn’t capable of empathy, but they never truly looked deeper into the monster portrayed on a day to day basis. ‘This is the night.’ Lucy had thought to herself. ‘This is the night I atone for my sins.’ It took her body a moment to react to what her brain was telling her, almost like she was lagging behind her thoughts, as if she wasn’t in full control of her body nor even her mind. A shaking hand reached for her bedside table, pulling open the drawer. Her hand clenched tightly over the handle of a fifty caliber pistol. Slowly the pistol was lifted and pressed to her temples, a finger lightly danced against the trigger. Lucy gasped as the cold barrel of the gun touched her head, with a shaky breath she began to whisper into the night, the lyrics of a song she’d memorised since childhood. “My mother’s child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon and watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.” Afterwards, came a tender sobbing and then... BANG! The rumbling crash of thunder had shocked Lucy; with her body jolting in fear, she had missed her mark; the gun billowed smoke and she turned her attention upwards where a bullet mark now tarnished her ceiling. A low humming vibration echoed around the room, eyes snapping towards the phone that lay on her bedside table. Meekly her free hand stretched outwards to her mobile phone. The screen almost blinded her with the sudden light in the darkness, four missed calls and a number of texts. Though, the only one that caught her attention was one from an old contact of hers from the Triads. Her heart sank when she read the text, she was being welcomed home, a chance to have her family back. Lucy had done countless things since leaving the Triads, trying to find a way to fill the hole in her heart that they left behind, but nothing quite did fill the empty void of her entire being quite like the family Triads offered. When it came down to it, Lucy was always loyal to their ranks. Hell would have to wait for her soul, she had plenty more hell to raise on earth first. However, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. While the happiness was there, not everything was the same after she came back and on top of that, she returned at a daunting time, another war was breaking out, and this time between old allies. Lucy was no stranger to wars, of course, she'd fought in so many she couldn’t even count them. However, before she could get settled back into the ranks of Triads, she was called out of town on some personal business, approached by an old friend of hers from back home. When she finally arrived home the news was almost unbearable… Triads had fallen and her brothers and sisters had either fallen or disbanded. After the news hit, the fall of her friends and family over at the Triads, Lucy’s heart sank back into unease, and her depression began to creep back upon her. Her real family had been thinning out. Most of them just left her, looking for a better place to call home; but to Lucy… Los Santos would always be her home. She had people there that depended on her. She could feel it. She refused to believe that the downfall of the Triads would amount to the downfall of her too, but for the longest time it did. Searching for something to replace the triads she tried so many things, gangs came and went but none of them felt the same, she tried her hand at getting a job, became a mechanic and a taxi driver but being and staying legal was tough. She knew that what she perceived as right and wrong would never be the same thing that society perceived them to be. Nothing quite seemed to make sense to her, and she was a soldier without a cause. She began to wear the black triad mask as a memorial for those brothers and sisters she lost in the war. Lucy was nothing but a husk of a person, not really existing, living each day the same vicious cycle of longing and despair. The days went by in a blur, she recalled things happening, but nothing truly sank in. The wake up call: What people would consider war was still ripe in the criminal underground, both sides Lucy had attachments to and this was why she never offered to help either of them. Tensions were dying down however, and as the light crept into her apartment through her blinds, shining on her face to wake her from her sleep. So often these days Lucy woke on her floor of her home bar, hungover and alone. She turned her attention to her phone that was laying on the floor beside her and a large pile of empty bottles of whiskey, picking it up to check her texts as she so often did on a morning out of habit, she had to squint her eyes to stop her hazy vision from dancing, it appeared she still wasn’t fully sober yet. Lucy was delighted, however, to notice that she had received a text from Alicia. The smile curled on her lips as she sat up from the bed walking upstairs to make a coffee before she sent her reply. She had received an offer to join the Azteca’s as a trial. Lucy had asked a few times about joining them before the war all started, but as the war started, it simply wasn’t a good time for them to take her in. Alicia herself mentioned that she didn’t want Lucy to just feel like another soldier in their war. While that was all Lucy ever thought and believed she would be, she agreed with Alicia that with tensions brewing it wasn’t the best time, especially with the fact that she didn’t want to shoot her old friends, she has had to kill friends and family before and was uncertain how many more lives she could shoulder like that before it destroyed her. Her mind at the best of times is crumbling under the weight of all her actions, her previous sins torture her every waking moment, who knows what will finally tip the iceberg and break her. A shaky breath parted her lips after she took a sip of the coffee she’d brewed, hands running down her face. Her attentioned turned to a figure in the corner of her room, a ghost from her past that only she could see. One of many figures she could see. It was a man with a long overcoat and a suit. With pure venom in her voice, she spat out to the nothingness; her eyebrows furrowing. “You can stop looking so smug. We knew this day would come again. You made me this way, shouldn’t you be proud?” “Oh, I’m proud. Proud of myself, look what a terrific job I did with you. You do nothing but kill and steal all at the request of others. I made you into a weapon. You're my greatest achievement.” The voice whispered back to her, though truly.. Nothing was actually there. “The sooner you die, the sooner you are returned to me.” “It is nothing more than I deserve… But until that day, I’ll find a place to belong, a place where I can happily lay down my life and it will be MY choice. Not yours.” Lucy grumbled back at the figure, taking her phone from the counter, sending her text to Alicia; a confirmation that she would gratefully accept her offer. Lucy met with Alicia and received the signature Azteca plaid shirt and their blue skull mask symbolic of someone in their ranks. Lucy looked down with despair at the Black Triad mask in her hands. She’d worn it for as long as she could remember, even after they fell. Wearing it as a memorial for all the souls lost in the war. Her heart sank at the idea of putting them away for good, but life is for the living. Those she lost she can still remember, but only as long as she is alive to do so. Not wanting to fully part ways with her mask, she tucked it away in her bag swapping it out for the skull bandanna. As Lucy exited that clothing store, with her outfit that proudly displayed her new family. This was a new start for her. Mi Familia Sobre Todos.
  7. A big -1 from me. There are plenty of valid reasons why you could naturally work your way to actually have a roleplayable fight with a guard, but I don't think that the first instinct should be to just fight. I myself am considered an MSO/MSI or whatever they call it these days and the reason I have been able to hold that status is because I can pick and choose my battles in accordance to the rule set. There is nothing wrong with RPly attempting to punch a guard for something they say to you. Fact of the matter is, because this is a game, they can't dedicate enough people at all times to handle such priority targets because people have jobs and other commitments outside of the game, however, out of respect, you have to take that on board. The prison is already a DM mess and as such, I've become a much smarter criminal because of this fact and as such have barely been sent there for a long time. This isn't because of the guards, it is because of the other inmates mindset while being in prison. If anything, DM rules should be a lot more inforced in prison.
  8. Yes, big +1, I must get in at least 6+ ooc hours of RPing beauty sleep daily to be fully immersed in my RP.
  9. Life ain't the only thing that's going to bully you.
  10. While it would be fun to have more things to do, I often find if you put the effert into the RP, the guards are more inclined to RP with you. I have a crim that frequents DOC and is known as a HVT because of the RP that I bring forth. They put in some of the best RP in the server regarding the handling of inmates that actually attempt to RP with them. They do have a prison scheduel where they go into the cell block and RP with the inmates, but with the inmate mentality of "A guard, lets punch them and break out." It simply isn't done as often as they would like. I think rather than complaining about the guards not doing anything, it would be more valuble to make some suggestions about how they can improve things scriptly. For example: Adding more jobs that inmates can do to get stamps. Cooking, Cleaning, or other things. This would give people more insentive to make stamps, and either play poker with them or buy something from the store/buy less time. I have never seen the poker table actually be used in prison as it's just way too annoying to get your hands on stamps. Big up DOC for the work they put in.
  11. I think what would make some sense here if there was a black market vendor that you could sell the human meat too, RPLY, I'd assume it would only be valuble things like organs or the likes and not actual chunks of flesh. IRL people do sell organs on the black market for whatever reason. However, I do agree, it makes very little sense to sell human meet to a butcher.
  12. Z0thian

    Tsukuyomi

    Thread looks amazing, can't wait to meet you guys in game, good luck with the faction!
  13. Z0thian

    The Vanguards

    A sense of belonging: A deep sense of belonging is an irreducible need of people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to belong to something. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick. For Lucy these words alway rang true. She always felt the need to belong to something, first it was The Irish Mafia, and it ended with The Triads. There were things in between and all of them were just futile attempts at bridging the gap between her and that sense of belonging. While a part of them, there was that feeling, and she served them all for as long as she could, but in the end everything falls and sometimes with it, falls hope. After the news hit, the fall of her friends and family over at the Triads, Lucy’s heart sank into unease, and her depression began to creep back upon her. Her real family had been thinning out. Most of them just left her, looking for a better place to call home; but to Lucy… Los Santos would always be her home. She had people there that depended on her. She could feel it. She refused to believe that the downfall of the Triads would amount to the downfall of her too. It started with whispers. Little hints of something in the works, something the likes of which Los Santos had never seen before, and with the promise of old friends, Lucy had to investigate. She sought out two people, both of which were old contacts from her time in the Triads. She first contacted Jake Okibi with one subject in mind. Recruitment. If there was something that Lucy could do to help them rise in the underground, she would happily serve with her life to do so. That sense of belonging was always found in her gang. For Lucy having a gang to serve, to blindly follow was the way she found that sense of belonging, as it was all she’d known, all she was made to know. After Lucy had met with Jake Okibi and Jeff Kong and was officially welcomed into The Vanguards. As a welcome home present, Lucy was invited to join in a heist. After a group meeting, they carefully planned out a strategic hiit of one of the banks of Los Santos, all getting their gear ready, and heading off to Chumas bank. Lucy was entrusted with the job of being a “driller” and it was her job to get them safely into the vault. As soon as the vault was breached, the sound of alarms rang through the air, notifying them that they had just moments before PD or SD would arrive at their doorsteps. One by one, they rushed into the vault and grabbed as much cash as they possibly could, before Lucy had spotted a cruiser sitting at the front door. Alarmed, she radioed it in instantly, and everyone inside the bank made a swift exit, pointing weapons and telling the cop to leave, so they had safe passage to their escape vehicles. The adrenaline was pulsing through each member for sure, as they made their way around the back of the bank to get on their bikes. Lucy gave a short sigh as her bike engine roared to life and they began to take off, scattering in several different directions to mislead the cops. Lucy waited several hours before she attempted to reach her friends, just to be certain she wasn’t followed. Afterwards they all met up, lucky none of them had been found and arrested. All the money was then handed around, shared throughout the group. God bless communism. The second person she contacted was a very close friend, Aki. The two of them had been very old friends indeed, they got to talking at a fishing location and spoke about the current state of the criminal industry in Los Santos, where everyone was placed and how their organisation would fit in. Their friendship went back a long time and it undoubtedly would last a lifetime. Lucy already considered Aki a sister, which was when the idea struck. Lucy was struck with an idea, Lucy Donovan was a well known name through Los Santos, and with it came a lot of infamy. She approached Aki with a proposition. They should really become sisters by name and by bond. They should use this new chance, this new gang to become true sisters at arms. With blood the name was created, a name for them both to wear with pride, a new start for both of them. Thus, the Mei family was born. The future was looking bright.
  14. Date and time (provide timezone): UTC Character name: Hana Nakamura Issue/bug you are reporting: Door UI being invsable / not appearing in certain areas. Expected behavior: The door should have a UI in order to lock & unlock it regardless of where it is placed. Evidence, notes worth mentioning, steps to replicate: Vehicle license plate number*: N/A
  15. Prophet Maddison Parrish - Day 3: Maddison awoke, as usual, on the roof of the Sanctuary of Kraff. (Since the disappearance of the first Leader of the Program they've been unable to access the inside of their building). First of all, the day started by blessing the very ground that Kraff had brought. Maddison took a moment to appreciate all that she had been given at the program; looking up at their monumental building, hoping one day Kraff would bless them with access to the front doors once more. While she was deep in prayer, it appeared that someone had lockpicked their way into Maddison's Freecrawler and had stolen it. Maddison quickly called the other boys in blue and reported her vehicle stolen. Soon after, a rather handsome, officer came to their Sanctuary going by the name of Phillipe Sanchez. Maddison was quite smitten with the officer, and the two got talking, preaching the word of Kraff, and also hinting about Tenet number 7. Unfortunately, Officer Sanchez wasn't yet willing to fully pledge his life to Kraff's teachings, but he did take a leaflet and their phone numbers. Maddison hopes one day soon he will reach out so that she can help save his soul when the 10th paradigm comes. Then, suprisingly, Maddison was reached out to via text from an officer she attempted to recruit outside mission row. She was ready to be saved. Maddison reached out and told her to meet her at the sanctuary. While doing the usual speech the officer obtained a phone call, sad news unfortunately, Maddison was informed that the officers cat had passed away after falling gavely ill. Taking pity on the woman, Maddison offered her condolences and told her that they could hold a funeral for their cat. Maddison performed a Baptism on the officer, fully welcoming her into the program. Soon after the officer left, leaving her alone with a.. mysterious stranger... Maddison keenly approached the man and was ready to do the approved speech on the man before he intorduced himself as Prophet Henry Whittaker. There was a dark air about the man, something strange. However, Maddison refused to let that stop the word of Kraff. While they got talking he mentioned he was part of a "cult" named The Cult of Kutzlak. Maddison, stalling for time until Prophet Mason could come help, gave him a tour of their Sanctuary. She continued to show him around the place, giving him the usual scripture, finally taking him up to the roof so that she could wait for Mason. Finally, brother Mason arrived and took over talks. Maddison honestly was a little intimidated by the man, even though he seemed very polite and respectable. They seemed to get along well, and while their religions differed it didn't seem to step on any toes. They came to a mutual agreement to stay out of each others way while preaching and not to try and convert each others followers. In return, Prophet Henry Whittaker took them to his church and showed them around. It was there that they learned that the Cult of Kutzlak performed ceremonial sacrafices, namely on humans. Maddison quickly shielded herself behind Sister Amelia Holt, not wanting to be the first to be scraficed to the Pigeon God Kutzlak. However, everything seemed to go off without a single bit of trouble, or sacrafice, and they parted ways an unlikely friendship. Maddison was rather happy to get away from that place quickly, not that she disliked them, more... feared them. #Kifflom
  16. Prophet Maddison Parrish - Day 2: The day started off perfectly, Maddison awoke at the Sanctuary of Kraff almost as soon as she woke her newly recruited brother Jason Tate greeted her with a gift. A new recruit. Maddison was overjoyed and agreed to proceed with a Baptism for the new recruit. She began to prepare the (not so) Holy Waters of the Fountain of Wealth and welcomed Sister Naomi Hawkins into the family. Once the sacred batism was performed, Maddison was approached by Brother Sun, another recruit that she herself had blessed into the arms of Kraff. He spoke with her about a dream that was given to him, a dream that seemed to have been blessed by Kraff. Amazed, Maddison called forth the followers and had Brother Sun explain his dream to them, and she pushed forward the idea of living the dream, so that they can better interpret Kraff's will. The followers made way into the desert under Brother Sun's guide and they began to walk the thousand steps, bare foot in the desert. They could feel the warmth of the sand, truly a blessing by Kraff. They even found a memorial of the 4th Paradigm, a sanctuary based upon the memorial of the Emperor Kraff. Maddison began to speak with the tree that was dead center in the memorial, and was enlightened by it's teachings. However, it was an unfortunte end to a blessed day, something happened that tested Maddison's faith. While sitting with her Sister Isabel on the Sanctuary of Kraff, Maddison and Isabel were greeted with a man whom seemed interested in joining their Program. Maddison gave him the offical scripture telling him about Kraff and The Epsilon program, suddenly; her turned violent towards them, grabbing Maddison by her throat, Holding an knife against her. Being a pacifist, Maddison didn't put up any sort of fight, she knew that Kraff would bless and save her eventually. The man continued to yell, telling Maddison that her "cult" was bothering him and that he was sick of hearing about their "cult". Maddison being a blind believer attempted to tell the man that their teachings were not false, and that he was misguided. While they were talking, Sister Isabel attempted to run, calling for help. This only angered the man and prompted him to stab Maddison. Once he did, he ran; leaving Maddison to bleed out on the roof. She closed her eyes, holding her hands to her wound feeling the arms of Kraff embracing her. Thankfully, Maddison was saved by a medic. And as Kraff willed, the man was soon caught and punished for his crimes. It did shake Maddison's faith just slightly, but after a small talk with Brother Mason, he managed to save her faith and she had already moved on with forgiving the non-believer for stabbing her. Not everyone is worth saving. He must have been a red head.
  17. Prophet Maddison Parrish - Day 1: Maddison Parrish had dedicated four years of her life to the Epsilon Program, even giving up her chance to become a professor in a University teaching Religon studies to younger minds. Being only Twenty-Three herself Maddison is one of the youngest Prophets to be enlightened in the program, and one of the top recruiters to the teachings of Kraff. The day started off well for Sister Maddison and Sister Isabel, whom managed to get a job in the Down Town Cab Co, as trainee taxi drivers. Many of the other followers also got their interviews done that day too, and became full trainees under the taxi company. They were told they were unable to preach their religion while on their job, but you can bet that the word of Kraff shall not go silent, and Kifflon always finds a way! Later while attempting to puchase a vehicle, Sister Maddison, Sister Isabel and Brother Mason all met a lovely man who went by the name of "Xoza". Maddison tried her best to use the holy script to recruit the man, and though he seemed interested in the program he wasn't willing to join just yet. Maddison stalled him enough to get the whole family down to the dealership so that their Prophet could spread the word, however, still unsuccessful in recruiting him. Maddison left him her card and told him if he was interested in saving his soul, he should contact her; then the family left to spread the good word to others more who are willing to be saved. The team then found a man named Jake Ryan who told them he was the owner of a loan company and he was willing to donate a large sum of one million dollars. The whole Epsilon family was amazed, however, they were sceptical, untill Mr Ryan took them to his large mansion and allowed them to perform a baptism in his pool. After Prophet Mason blessed the waters, they all held a ceremony to bless their brother Dexter Jackson, and then, he was allowed to walk the thousand steps to get his Epsilon tattoo.
  18. Get injured. Can: >Take your phone from your pocket, unlock the phone, navagate to your contacts, type in 911, make a call to medics, put your phone away. Cant: >Lift your hand to your radio in your ear, call a friend for help. Makes very little sense. +1 this post.
  19. Somebody is looking to actually be drowned in a river.
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