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Date and time (provide timezone): 06/NOV/2020 9:45 AM Character name: Charlemagne Coyer Issue/bug you are reporting: /pbelt no longer displays weapons on the side, but on the rear. Expected behavior: When /pbelt is turned on, weapons should be displayed on the left and right holster, Not the left and rear. Evidence, notes worth mentioning, steps to replicate: Go on duty as either PD, SD, or DOC and ensure that your /pbelt is on. Your weapon will display on the left side and the rear. This issue started after yesterdays update, prior to it was working fine. Vehicle license plate number*: N/A

Akio Asakura 1 entry

The racketing sounds of brass shaking inside a bag before they’re laid out on a table. Inserting them one by one, pressing down on the spring. Placing it in and loading the chamber. Pulling the trigger and seeing the life leave their bodies. This has become quite the routine for Alex as well as most other members in the Familia. Casings were scattered on the streets like cigarette buds after being used. Filling the streets with ash and dust coated with the blood of the enemies. Taking the life of any Irish man or woman who dared to stand as the opposition alongside their yellow-skinned allies. As the battle rages on, the bodies have continued to pile up. On top of the white and yellow bodies, the browns bodycount also continued to rise. The Familia’s brothers and sisters, speakers of the Spanish tongue, Los Aztecas, eventually stepped into the conflict. Initially only waging war against the Irishmen, it was inevitable that ties would sour with the Chinese and the conflict creeped to them. Alex alongside with Jacob was called by the President. As they opened the doors to their property, the signature Santa mask was seen standing by the center of it all. They were asked to debrief on their findings within the conflict so far, before being briefed on any changes and things worth mentioning. A piece of cloth covering his face, as Santa continued to speak his mind drifted, thinking of all the losses he’d taken so far. Snapping back to reality, they were dismissed from the building, leaving the President to continue with his business. Alex thought to himself regarding him, always ever so mysterious, he could never understand his plan or his intentions, but he trusts him. Driving around in his Elegy, the Blackbird, well now its red, but regardless he took a brief break from all the action in the city. Taking the time to reminisce on the past and his future, before the silence of the road was broken by the whooping sirens and flashing lights. As he pulled over, he lowered his mask and placed his gun inside the glovebox, rolling down his windows. All was going well with the traffic stop, before the detective took a sniff inside Alex’s car and smelled some of his beer spilling, yet to be cleaned for a decent amount of time in the midst of all the conflict. Alex was taken out of the car, continuing with the conversation he’s having with the Detective. Going on his radio a couple times, Alex tapped his foot a couple times, waiting nervously. “Its your lucky day Mr. Holt” the Detective said to Alex. Turns out there was no traffic units available to do a proper test of his alcohol levels, hence why a makeshift sobriety test was done on Alex. Continuing on with the ridiculous acts, Alex actually enjoyed the process for once, distracting him from his larger problems. Passing the test with flying colors. He shared some laughs with the friendly Detective before being sent on his way. Going back inside his car, smile on his face, he slammed the door shut. After doing so, his glovebox dropped down from it, revealing his gun once more. Immediately his mood changed, he was reminded once more of the horrific life he was in. Eyes on the road, he returned back to business. Switching vehicles around. He was now riding with Jacob inside his classic Mamba. The both of them were ready for action. Screwing on the silencer on the end of the barrel, extended magazine in hand, they both threw on their Micro SMGs on their backs. Driving around looking for any of the opposition, they couldn’t find any and so they had no work for the day. It wasn’t until a radio transmission was heard from the Aztecas detailing that they require more vehicles to chop at Grove street. It seems that the mechanic there is running short on illegal parts to sell and the group is losing influence in the area. Alex and Jacob got to work, breaking into multiple vehicles using Alex’s experience with growing up on the streets. A single hairpin could be used by him to break into any vehicle they ask him to. Taking them to Grove street where Corey from the Aztecas was waiting for them, the duo made a decent sum doing that for some time. It wasn’t until they were in the process of breaking down a Schlagen GT when the hair on everyones back raised. They heard a helicopter. Mounting up in their vehicles, they heard it, sirens whooping. Driving with the police directly behind them, the Alex and Jacob knew they can’t outrun them with a helicopter on top. They drove into the industrial areas and made a sudden turn, attempting to trick the police into thinking they had crashed their car. They saw the car and dismounted immediately, Micro SMG in hand, the duo started unloading a hail of bullets at them. Having some cover using their cruisers, a gunfight broke out in the alleyways. However, their fate was sealed, there was too many units to fight off all. Throwing on a hell of a fight, Alex blew through all his magazines, throwing away the piping red hot Micro SMG and taking out his sidearm. Returning fire, before being shot down himself. Discharged from the hospital. It was time for Alex to be brought to justice. Being placed in the back of the cruiser, he sat there silently, looking straight at the cop in front of him using the rearview mirror. Unbeknown by the cop, he had left one of Alex’s hairpins in his back pocket. Reaching to it ever so slightly using his cuffed hands, he finally got one between his fingers. Putting his expertise to use, he started to fiddle with the cuffs, still making sure the cop wasn’t suspicious of him. He broke out a slight smirk when he felt a slight snap inside the locks, he held on to the cuffs making sure they stay put unlocked to pretend he’s still cuffed. As they arrived to the prison complex, the door to the cruiser was opened. As soon as it is, he charges at the unsuspecting guard and breaks free of his cuffs. Running away from the intake. Now with both hands able to be utilized, he climbs up the ladders and jumps down the catwalk, trying to break out before reaching a dead end. Seeing he’s not going anywhere, Alex places his hands up and surrenders. It was one hell of a try though, at least he knows know he managed to get 1 step further than most people in trying to break out. As he sits on the prison courtyard, smoking a smuggled in cigarette in hand. He looks up to the sky and thinks about his brothers and sisters outside and how the fight is going. He wonders if they’d still be alive by the time he gets released. Wether the fight will even still go on. If their group will still exist. Just like the smoke from his cigarette, its unsure where the future will lead him to. Regardless, he keeps his spirits up, training for when he does come out from the wretched walls. Viva La Familia.

Best of luck for the homie Costa.

Staff members are already not allowed to take reports from their own faction members. Not allowing them to be in any faction would be ridiculous. Noone would want to be staff, they're players as well.

Blood. The stench of death roams the streets of Los Santos. Two sides. Both with plenty of casualties. La Familia Michocana stood alongside the Gangster’s Disciples, one of the most deadly soldiers in Los Santos, joined as well by the Crimson Syndicate, fighting a common enemy, one of the current reigning top dogs of Los Santos, the Los Santos Triads, as well as the rapidly growing Daichead Gadaí or more commonly known as the Irish. Everyone raised their arms, defending their current brothers, killing those they used to call brothers. The skirmishes done throughout the city and greater state of San Andreas has not went unnoticed. Law Enforcement has begin to crack down on these deadly battles between the both sides. The arms supply was dwindling, the funds were sinking, the bodies were building. The Familia did what they can to contribute towards the greater fight, but the greater fight never came. Even though the bodies were already piled up, no one on either side could determine what they wanted from the opposite party. Eventually, the skirmishes turned into fights, and the fighting turned into bitter feelings. Alejandro was in a tight monetary situation. The fights that have occurred throughout the week have made his supply dry. After some prospecting with his brother Benjamin, they managed to come up with some moveable produce. Alex’s drug game was back in business, and it was time to transport some product. Alejandro as well as Kon has heard from an ally, Los Aztecas, that certain prospecting individuals have called the druglabs home. This was a shock to both Alex and Kon, but they listened more. It appears that people have started their own hustle in the locations mentioned. While previously only mostly dealing within Los Santos, smart people came up with clever ways to make money. Interested at the story given by their ally, Alex and Kon went to investigate. They started up the engine of the Phantom semi-truck, loaded up some produce in the back, and set their way up north through the miles of asphalt that awaits. Their first destination, Sandy Shores. After refueling halfway to the location, the pair of truckers finally arrived at a location they haven’t visited in a while. The LSD Lab. Though once a hotspot for gang activity, it is now much abandoned, following the cut of supply deliveries sent to the location. Alex still has some of the best memories in this location. However, as they arrived they were greeted by an unfamiliar face. Drake Ryan, a white male in his late 20’s came out of the abandoned building. He greeted the duo, asking them what they want. Alex introduced themselves as part of the Familia, and offered some of his produce as a sample to Ryan. As he inspected the goods given, Ryan nods slowly, knowing they mean business. Ryan was a common hang around for the nearby located Lost MC back in the day. He was a mechanic, which meant he worked on a lot of the members vehicles. However, he never was fully patched in, and decided that he needed to make a living for himself more than just working on motorcycles. Determination in mind, he set out to move product made from the LSD lab, or otherwise, throughout the Sandy Shores area, finding crack heads throughout the small town willing to give their hard earned money to him. After meeting with Ryan, the trucking duo set back on the road, with a second destination planned ahead. Refueling at the LSMC’s gas station, they went east towards the ocean. Passing Paul’s Farm, they went down a narrow path descending to the shore. The Sea Lab. As they disembark, they went around looking for this prospecting individual but didn’t come to find them. That is until Alex heard some rattling come in from the beached boat. That is when Alex and Kon both opened the sheets covering the boat, guns drawn, hoping to find some person attempting to ambush them. Instead they found a scared young man, raising his hands up. Joshua Pierce was the name, a young white boy in his early 20’s. They got Joshua out of the boat and on to the ground, and asked what he was doing in the boat. Joshua here is one of the new individuals attempting to make a name for themselves at the drug labs. Knowing that he was the person they are looking for, they put away their sidearms, to the relief of Joshua. Pierce has been at sea from a young age. His father was a fisherman, and they frequently left land in order to find their living in the sea. Coming of age, Pierce was discontent with his life. He wanted to make it big, and leave his small home by the shore. That is when he hooked up with a shady associate who claimed to “change his life.” Joshua is tasked with collecting product at the Sea Lab, preferably while staying alive, and handing it over to his associates who come retrieve it once a week via boat. From there, the produce is distributed elsewhere, and Pierce gets a nice cut of the money. Unloading a few kilos of cocaine from the truck, Alex handed them over to Pierce for inspection. Once he made sure they were worth the cash, he swiftly handed over the paper to Alex. Crossing Sea Lab off the list, the duo make way for their next destination, north of the highway. The old Braddocks Farm. Just a short drive away, pulling into their destination, only to find it abandoned. Only odd thing is a very loud news broadcast can be heard from inside the house, unlike its usual silence. Alex and Kon drew their weapons, ready for whats inside the house, knocking heavily at the door. They realize they made a terrible mistake when from the other side of the door comes the sound of a shotgun cocking. Alex and Kon ducked for cover as a loud bang came from the door, blasting it open. Shouting for the man to cease fire, they came out their hiding to find a very unhappy land owner. Cyrus Smith, a large white male in his late 50’s, holding a shotgun in one hand and a very hot temper in the other. Alex and Kon explained their unplanned arrival. Hearing this, they managed to convince Smith to put the gun away, throwing it back inside on to his couch with the TV still running. Smith lived on his fathers land, which he got from his father before him, and so on so forth. He once had a family with his wife and daughter, living with the money earned from his ranch. Things were looking up for Smith, before he got greedy and was incarcerated for cultivating marijuana. His wife got a divorce and left with his daughter, leaving him a lonely individual. Seeing things as they were, he went all in and sold his land, then moved in to the farm at Braddocks. Now he makes his living doing the thing he was arrested for, or getting people to do it for him and then collecting the goods. Handing a pack of cocaine over to Smith, he could smell the quality of the product. He became ecstatic, almost wanting to shoot someone, thankfully he didn’t. While its not his specialty, he sure could use that type of product and took it. As they parted ways, Alex crossed yet one more location off his list. Making way even more north towards the town of Paleto Bay, he set his eyes on North lab. Arriving into the lab, they noticed a brother dozing off by the tents. Approaching him further, the person awoke and noticed the duo. Bill Brown had a name that matched his skin, was in his mid 30’s and is very “passionate” regarding certain topics. As soon as he awoke, immediately he started on his rant, as if he never fell asleep. Not having time for some hippie bullshit, Alex immediately broke the news on why they’re there. In an instant, his attitude changed, and they talked business. Brown was a college student, studying for a bright future ahead, if he wasn’t too focused on “making a change.” Even after countless protests, the only change he made was changing his life, by dropping out of college and becoming a bum. Everyday he spent using crack, using all his savings until he was forced to move out his home. He joined the homeless community of Paleto Bay, and introduced them to crack. Now everyone wants a piece of what he has. Handing over yet again one more pack of cocaine, Brown took a look at it and thought its not crack. Then immediately after he thought what if it could be crack, and immediately accepted the deal. Packing up for their last destination, the duo made sure to refuel and restock on their food and water at the station just across the lab. Driving through the home of the Sheriff’s, they took a left turn and began their ascend. Arriving at the Chilliad lab, an old man stands in front of the buildings. They approached him and began their conversation. Sam Dalton is an elderly white man, well into his 60’s, currently living at the top of Mount Chilliad for his apparent “research.” The duo introduced themselves as members of the Familia, and the man simply nods. Inviting them into the building within Chiliad, the duo was offered some warm tea by the man, talking business as they do. Dalton was once part of a nudist community in San Andreas. He was a content man, not wanting much more in his life than what he already has. Sadly in recent years the place his community calls home has been overrun by people attempting to use it as a place for drug manufacturing. Being away for a while, he figured he could use the people running the drug lab. He made the lab his home, and used it as his base for “research” on alternative medication. Of course this is simply a fancy term on ways to get you high. Inspecting the duo’s last pack of cocaine, Dalton nods, handing over the two men some money for their troubles. Finally crossing all the destinations off their list. They set their target back towards Los Santos. Returning back yet into the city, they call their previous operation a success and make way for some leisure activities. However, the Familia needed them. A new group in the city turned up and could become of use for the Familia. Everyone geared up and went to the location. It was time for them to meet this unsuspected ally. Their work never ends, viva la Familia.

Make a new legal character and don't do crimes, or do crimes and be smart about it. Alot of new players fall into the pit too early and voids their chances of getting a gun license. Either go through with it as eventually you'll have access to other sources of guns, or make a new character and start fresh. Form C was introduced for really long time players who messed up and lost their licenses. Even then its not the most realistic, someone with murder irl wouldn't be able to get their license back, but its an option in Eclipse. Form B still exists if you messed up but didn't mess up too bad. My character got busted with drugs early on and lost his license. Since I never tried to kill anyone, I got my license back after a few months and went legal. Essentially, its something IC that doesn't necessarily turn into an IC issue since there are other means to get guns. If you want a change then you should try to become one of the people at the Firearms Licensing Division.

What does it feel like to take a life? That feeling is not a stranger to the likes of Alejandro. Since joining the Familia, countless lives have been taken by him. Doing consistent work without hesitation, Alejandro was initiated as a Soldier for the Familia. Proving that he is once and for all a member of the organization, sharing the tattoo everyone in the group has. Things were looking up for Alex and also the rest of the group. Living the life that you do, its bound to gather enemies as time passes. While dead men tell no tales, sometimes there are eyes around a scene you wouldn’t expect. Alejandro was involved in a murder of a Police Officer recently. The cop tried to arrest his brother, something Alex wouldn’t let happen. As the muzzle flashes several times, the lifeless body of the Police Officer is discovered. However, a witness was involved in the crime, on that they let live. As a few days past, Alex is not as worried of the previous incident. As he was driving with Brody inside his exotic vehicle, the whooping of sirens as well as flashing red and blue lights catch their attention. They were being pulled over, however it shouldn’t be anything major. As the Officer spoke to Brody, he was given a demerit for speeding, and they were about to be on their way. However, a taxi pulls over next to the scene. The driver proceeds to talk to the Officer and shortly after Alex was pulled out of the vehicle. Alex was placed in cuffs and detained, as well as a Detective was called on scene. Detective Campbell proceeded to ask several questions to Alex, trying to get something to be able to search him. However, Alex stood his ground and denied their request for a patdown and remained silent. Seeing as they have nothing to charge him with, as well as no cause to search him without consent, he was let go. Although Alex got away, this wasn’t the end of it. The witness had reported a member of the Familia to the Police, and as such he has to be dealt with. Knowing the snitch’s identity, they arranged a plan to tie up loose ends. Jordan Capone was told to initiate the ambush, as he calls for a taxi knowing that the snitch would accept the call. They drove all the way up to the Vinewood sign, reaching the small shed. As they arrive, the driver foolishly stepped out the vehicle, and as he does so the Familia makes a move, catching him off guard. Alex took lead in the ambush, as he was the one being reported. “Do you know why we’re here” he asked to the driver. Drexid, the name of the driver, answers honestly. He didn’t know that the man under the mask is Alex, and he takes his mask off, revealing that it is him. After listening to the driver’s self-righteous moral beliefs, told him to be quiet, as he placed a knife on Drexid’s throat. Alex asked once more, “Do you know whats going to happen next?” Drexid remains quiet. As Alex slices his knife, the body falls limp on the ground, giving it one more slash on the back. As the body is laying on the ground, lifeless, Alex was cleaning the blood off himself, wiping the weapons involved as well as the vehicle, making sure no evidence is being left. They wanted to make an example of all him. They placed the body inside the trunk of the Taxi, driving it back to the office. Using the keys on Drexid’s lifeless body, they unlock the gates and place the car in front of the garage. Going on to their frequency, “We have a gift for you at the office. Orale.” As the first driver on the scene sees the gruesome scene, the authorities were called almost immediately. Seemingly swarming from every direction, the red and blue lights fill the scene. A familiar face walks out of one of the Police cruisers, Detective Campbell. As the murder of Drexid is being investigated, a case against Alex is bound to be launched. Although he has the Police to worry about, a sense of darkness glooms ahead of his journey. Whether Alex will still be alive for the Police to apprehend once the case is solved is yet to be known, trouble rises, guns are drawn and blood will be spilled. Viva la Familia.

There is a similar bug involving the Minivan Custom. It will not allow you to enter the backseat if the two front seats are filled, however once they are filled you are able to sit in the backseat no problem.

I agree a lot with this. Opens up plenty of possibilities from vending machines to maybe even vendor objects that spawn NPCs(?) Didn't think of this but yeah thats an excellent addition to the suggestion.

The dumbest thing known to mankind is having a "weed table" that can't process weed. Rolling a blunt isn't rocket science you should be able to do it everywhere. +1 to both suggestions

Or maybe just not metagame or assume people are metagaming against you. I don't see why this should be an issue and I've never even thought about doing this/someone doing this against me.

Only Mr. Jangoon can necro a post this hard

After Alejandro handed his cocaine laced blunts to the Aztecas last week, the local dealer in both Jamestown and Rancho has been busy distributing the product among the masses. A good steady amount of demand came from the neighborhoods for his product specifically. Alejandro took the keys off the wall for his Burrito van, and got to work. He picked up his brother, Diondre Holt and went to the location of last weeks dealer. After searching around the alleyways of Jamestown for quite a bit, he managed to locate the young "merchant." They engaged in a conversation, and Alejandro was told regarding the demand for product. Alejandro nodded in understanding and got back inside his vehicle. Alejandro asked his brother if he knows a dealer who runs around Rancho. Coincidentally, Dre happend to know the dealer around that barrio. He gave the dealer a call and got his latest location, currently behind a chapel in the local area. They drove towards the given directions and saw a shady fellow standing around in the alleyway. Alejandro turned up his lights and the dealer gestured him to lower them, which he did afterwards. Stepping out the vehicle, the dealer seemed to recognize Alejandro, which was surprising. Turns out Alejandro's product was also quite demanded in the area. Receiving the information, Alejandro nodded before taking his leave, but before he could he was stopped by the dealer. He asked if Alejandro had any product on him right now, since he's running dry and needs something to sell. Unfortunately Alejandro didn't, but he promised that he would get some in the future. One thing led to the other. Next thing you know Alejandro got himself involved in a shootout at the Scrapyard. Exchanging shots with each other, the brothers managed to take down the two hostiles. While one of them succumbed to the gunfire quite quickly, the other one managed to dial for help. Alejandro knew the clock was ticking, but he didn't want to have that blood go to waste. He was digging around the mans belongings but the sirens were getting closer. Before being able to get anything of value, Alejandro and Dre had to escape using the van. Just as they get in, the worst happened. The lights were right in front of him. After Kon made an exit using his vehicle, Dre and Alejandro made a break for it. The brothers managed to escape, but Kon still had heavy heat after him. Alejandro coordinated with Kon over the radio and arranged a plan. They drove to the docks where Alejandro retrieved his boat. He was waiting at the Marina for Kon to arrive. Once Kon's Rebla was sighted, around a dozen policía cruisers were after him. Ditching the vehicle, Kon managed to climb on the boat in time. However, they were driving to nowhere, a helicopter in the sky, 2 police boats after him. They were eventually caught. Incarcerated once more. Dre and Alejandro made themselves at home in Bolingbroke. They noticed two individuals who were trying some funny business with the guards earlier when they were getting processed. The brothers came up to them and went ahead to show them who are in-charge. They came to the two individuals and demanded them to hand over what they have. They scoffed, thinking it would be an even fight. What they didn't know was that during processing, the policía forgot to take off a bottle of Whiskey from Alejandro. He smashed the bottle and made it into a shank, before brandishing it to the duo. Knowing they were going to be fighting at a disadvantage, one of the duo attempt to strike Dre using a loose ball on the table. Dre luckily expected the cheap blow and gave a counter attack. Seeing that things already broke loose, Alejandro attempted to dive to the later of the duo, while his opponent did the same. Having the superior weapon, Alejandro brought down his opponent relatively quickly. Seeing Kon and Dre have a fist-fight with the other half of the duo, Alejandro was about to lunge him with the shank before he was brought down by Kon and Dre without needing his help. Alejandro brought one of the defeated duo to the upper stairs. He threw the man on the ground, grabbing him by the head and shoving it into the toilet. Pushing his head into the water, the resilient person still gave up a fight at Alejandro's attempts to finish him off. Seeing this resistance, Alejandro raised his foot and placed it on the mans head, shoving him into the water. As the man was drowning in the toilet water, he was about to take his last breath before Kon called it off and told Alejandro not to finish him. Alejandro initially was having too much fun to notice, but once he did he let go of the person. Making sure he was still alive, the cucaracha was still barely breathing. Alejandro waited outside the cell, while Kon was left inside with the cucaracha. Making sure noone would interrupt him, Alejandro stood in front the door, keeping an eye out. Looking outwards at the rest of the cell, Alejandro could hear screams coming from inside the cell. Alejandro smirked, thinking he would've had an easier death on his hands instead of what Kon is doing to him. Once the screaming stopped, Kon went outside and handed Alejandro his shank back, bloody as ever. Kon patted Alejandro on the back, before taking his leave. Not wanting to leave the body to waste, Alejandro dragged it over to the gates, leaning it against a wall. He took a piece of paper and tagged it with who did the hit. Making sure everyone in the prison knew their place, and the place of the Familia.

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.

I was the officer in the scene and I would say I had a fair bit of fun. I wouldn't mind seeing this on Weazel News but if staff forbids it then they must have a reason for it. Wouldn't mind doing this again, only complaint is that they should've turned godmode off after we had rifles. EDIT: Nevermind I just watched the video and its a different scenario. Either way what I said still stands.

Alexander Holt. Been through ups and downs throughout his entire time in Los Santos. Previous small time criminal, gang leader, now retired nobody. Having no crew to make money with, no job to pay the bills, Alex was going through a tough patch. After being clean for quite some time, he managed to reinstate at his old job. With a little bit of money, he managed to buy himself a nice van. The van is used for janitorial services throughout the city, offering them to businesses that he passes by for a small fee. Things were looking up for Alex. After being away from crime for a while, Alex was wondering how his old mates were holding up. Just as he was pondering, he saw a convoy of white cars pass by him, he knew exactly who they were. He decided to give an old number a call, a contact with the name "John Corsetti." After speaking with John for a bit, he was given a location of where the crew was currently at. He turned the vans engine on and embarked towards the small town of Sandy Shores. After arriving, he was greeted by a new generation of the Crimson Syndicate, a gang he used to be shotcaller in. Catching up with the gang, reintroducing himself to the new meat, everything felt all so similar to Alex. After catching up for some time, John told Alex of a gig he had coming up. Hesitant, Alex kept listening, it was a sale of 3 Assault Rifles, complete with every trinket you could possibly think of. John needed someone he trusted to accompany the deal. While Alex seemed to turn his life around, he went through with it, for old times sake. They got in the van and got ready to go to the location. After arriving at the location, a familiar face greeted him. A red Hakuchou Drag with white hair and a Triad mask, Alex knew exactly who he was doing the deal with. Not much words was said from Alex, he let John take over, he was after all no longer a leader in the midst of the crew. After John handed over the funds, Alex took a peek in the briefcase, making sure the merchandise was correct. Seeing the parts inside, Alex could tell immediately they were authentic and should be functional. Alex nodded to John, packing up the briefcase and storing it in the back of the van. Having the merchandise loaded, he got in the van and started the engine. As John was exchanging thanks with Vince, he eventually followed in the passenger seat. Alex set his sights on Grove street, where he lives. He parks the van in the driveway and takes the briefcase out of the back, taking it with him inside, ever wary peeking left and right before going in. Once he was inside, he unclips the lock on the briefcase, taking out the beautiful parts and beginning assembly before handing it to the final owner. After making good use of his firearms expertise, he looked at the finished product and nods alongside John. Of course John couldn't let Alex have all the fun assembling, so he also assembled his fair share on the rifles. Once they were both done and finished, Alex stores the rifles in a safe place before he opened his fridge and took out a cold one. "Just like old times," he toasts with John as they drink away the sweat and hard work they laid out today.

Date and time (provide timezone): 30/08/2020 06:15 AM UTC Character name: Charlemagne Coyer Issue/bug you are reporting: Mods will not sync properly on vehicle. Expected behavior: Applied mods should always appear properly on your vehicle. Evidence, notes worth mentioning, steps to replicate: Vehicle: Schlagen GT When unparking (or just spawning in to the server) the car, the turbo will be noticeable absent. Notice the comparison between two videos where the turbo noise is clearly heard. Unsure if performance is affected or not, but the sound is most definitely absent. Unparked: After doing /modview: Doing /modview again will resync all the mods, but it is not practical to have to go to LSC everytime you want to enjoy your car. Vehicle: Futo In the first video, you can see that the seats and headlights are stock, as well as an absent turbo. However, after doing /modview the lights turn to xenon, the seats are racing seats and the turbo is most definitely there. Unparked: After /modview: Vehicle license plate number*: Schlagen GT: RI4GTE22 Futo: DXWC239R

Good luck and hopefully it will last longer than Midnight Club

They’re already practically NCZs with the robbery rules. If someone wants to RP there they shouldn’t be limited by a script. I remember clearly during Ballas we set up a meeting by the truckers yard using boats with the Iron Pegasus MC. This wouldn’t have been possible if it was a NCZ. We don’t need more restrictions.

Wouldn't hurt to just add an entirely new marine gas station there, so that Oceanic doesn't have the only say in the fuel price for boats.

You could probably IA report this In-Character and have the charge dropped. In most US states, as far as I know, whether a cruiser is marked, has sirens, or the officer is uniformed, plays a role in charging someone for felony evading. Doesn't hurt to try eh?

[DCC] Can confirm that this bug indeed happens to our faction as well.

I think adding this would be another step in "contributing to immersion." I believe Ballin pointed that out around last December that people should dress accordingly to their surroundings. Meaning no shirtless people in winter. I would be down to see people dress accordingly for once by having weather impact someones character (maybe a damage tick for being too cold but stop it at around 1/2 health, or something along those lines).

Oil prices are based on the amount of people selling oil at the time. If noone sells oil for a good amount of time, price at the dropoff will increase. Because alot of people are mining oil constantly, the price remains at very low. Even without exploiting RVs, oil mining with a Phantom semi truck still landed me around 9K every 45 minutes, which is still alot of money being gained at very low sell price. I don't think it needs any more buffs.