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  1. Throwback, looks like a lot of this list came true! Happy days!
  2. For everyone shuffling into the Casino today, remember that every great gamble knows that all big wins come after the feeling of wanting to stop. Keep on spending!
  3. Photos from our most recent academy!
  4. We welcome all the new faction members to the faction! Excited for the future, SD BEST D.
  5. Kazjii

    Poem

    I hope this message finds you well and thriving in the creative realms that undoubtedly fuel your exceptional talent. I recently had the profound privilege of immersing myself in the verses of your latest poem, and I felt compelled to express my heartfelt admiration for the sheer brilliance and emotional depth that permeates your work. Your poem is nothing short of a masterpiece, a symphony of words that dance on the page and resonate deeply within the chambers of the reader's soul. The way you effortlessly weave language into a tapestry of emotions is truly awe-inspiring. Each line is a brushstroke, painting vivid images that evoke a myriad of feelings – from the subtle nuances of joy to the poignant depths of introspection. The imagery you employ is nothing short of breathtaking. It's as if you've harnessed the very essence of human experience and translated it into a language that transcends the ordinary. The metaphors and similes employed are not mere embellishments but rather keys that unlock doors to realms of thought and emotion previously unexplored. Furthermore, the thematic richness of your poem is a testament to your intellectual depth and artistic maturity. Whether exploring the complexities of human relationships, the profound beauty of nature, or the intricacies of the human psyche, your ability to distill universal truths into poetic form is truly commendable. Moreover, the rhythmic cadence of your verses is like a melodic heartbeat, guiding the reader through the emotional terrain of your creation. It's a dance of syllables and sounds that adds another layer of enchantment to an already enchanting piece. In essence, your poem moved me in ways that are difficult to articulate adequately. It spoke to the very core of my being, stirring emotions and thoughts that lingered long after I had finished reading. Your work is a testament to the enduring power of art to connect us, to illuminate the human experience, and to inspire introspection and empathy. I want to express my deepest gratitude for sharing your talent with the world. Your poem is a gift, and I am sincerely thankful for the time and effort you invested in crafting such a moving and memorable piece. Please know that your words have left an indelible mark on my soul, and I eagerly await the opportunity to explore more of your literary offerings in the future. You have actually motivated thy soul so much that I, the critical writer of the South, has created a poem on a "clapper", a critically acclaimed gangster who shoots.
  6. Support Staff Team Update a1ex has joined the support staff team Jenn has joined the support staff team BigDaddyReggal has joined the support team Gutofelin has joined the support staff team Lisa Winter has joined the support staff team CelesNebula has joined the support staff team Smoke1 has joined the support staff team Michelle_Carlson has joined the support staff team DEFCON has joined the support staff team Chilo has joined the support staff team Xaela has joined the support staff team Broker has joined the support staff team James_Williamson has joined the support staff team Magicalcole has joined the support staff team aTrapInTime has joined the support staff team Yourmomshamster has joined the support staff team Herrman_Wolff has joined the support staff team Melody Frey has reinstated to the support staff team as a Support Trigo92 has reinstated to the support staff team as a Support Assured has reinstated to the support staff team as a Support
  7. Support Team Update: Austyn has been removed from support staff.
  8. I would agree with this idea if it was a consensual and affirmative decision made by the effected player. This has happened prior on very few occasions but the RP leading up to it was always very detailed and held interesting development. The obituary suggestion is also a very neat idea - huge funerals where the player who had a CK could act as a hearse driver so they can participate in their own dead-characters funeral. Lots of cool things that could come of this.
  9. SED, DELTA-1 Farewell your sons, depart your wishes. (Credit to @DoTo for the amazing pictures)
  10. Looks fucking amazing Bala! Cant wait to spray tag SD's logo on Mission Row!
  11. Weazel News Employment After months of working with Remmi Racoon at the DOC to finish his Felony Reformation Program, Scoobie has finally graduated into being a reformed criminal. The meetings, the conversations, and hard work he has put in has finally paid off. Following his graduation, Scoobie applied to Weazel with his brother, Assistant Wizard Prophet TimOwthy Submissive and Breedable Bathsheba of the Route 68 Church and the Galaxy Theatre, and since then has started work for them! ================================================================================ Fun Fact Scoobie has since changed his full name! Old: Wizard Prophet Scoobie Emerson Lynch Bathsheba the Second of Deer Isle, Director of Operations and the Galaxy Theatre and Los Santos Music Studio New: Wizard Prophet Scoobie Emerson Lynch Bathsheba the Second of Deer Isle, Director of Operations and the Galaxy Theatre and Los Santos Music Studio and Jr. Advertiser at Weazel Entertainment News Network ================================================================================ Scoobie finds the most enjoyment when he works with Timowthy and Ally, where they cover news stories and get donations for the church. While it is hard work, they find ways to socialize and create new friendships! Scoobie's goal is just to keep steady income while funding his other projects - the donations are great, but as the Bathsheba Family increases their grasp on the religious and entertainment industries, the cost of production and providing quality services grows parallel to their venture. Now it is time to mark up some time for the Gooblin Animal event!
  12. Kazjii

    Civ RP is dead

    I do not think civ RP is dead nor do I think it is a major result of scripting. I think some scripting could be useful and 100% would be nice if implemented for salary and treasury payout, but I would like to remind you that the criminal community told many members of staff that business and IC ventures (that would fall into the realm of what you're talking about) would be much more prominent when and if guns were made cheaper - this was done and not a single thing that many people within the criminal community wanted to do has had action taken and started. As you know about the theatre and Ally's BASH (formerly VICE) company, the want and desire is there from the community, BUT the codependency for a script to be needed in every square inch of your endeavor is simply not a realistic way to go upon your experience in this server or really any server of that matter. The church, the theatre, the music studio, the event company - all done without any script. You just need to not be boring and find a way to stop people from NonRP crashing your idea/events. Common theme, you want and want and want but then abuse or misuse the idea at hand when its developed. Businesses often fail because people are not accountable and cant give merit to a gang banger who wants them to do XYZ service. A large part of what the community would benefit from would be consumer service but most of the community falls within a LEO or crim player, neither typically care for a "consumer service" and if they did, it most likely would be trolled on and therefore ruining any source of motivation, its happened multiple times speaking from experience. Its hard work and that's how it should be, if it was easy, everyone would do it.
  13. They say that time heals all but I do not think that is entirely true. Time is relative, meaning it lessens the sting of the trauma the more you progress in time, but it does not heal the loss of someone so special - don't let anyone tell you that you are healing too slow or too fast because we all go at our own pace. Growing up in South Dakota, there arent alot of people to talk to. Your neighbors are what you got and no one else. Luckily, Scoobie grew up in a small suburban neighborhood where there would be only one other kid for him to play with, Sammy. Scoobie and Sammy were inseparable - there was no “I” in that friendship, it was always “we went to do this” and “we went to do that”. This friendship maybe had its value because of the lack of people, but who cares. Scoobie and Sammy grew up with each other. They knew each other's family like their own, they knew everything about each other, and they cared endlessly for one anothers ambitions and goals. And as time grew, this relationship only grew closer. Over the years, Scoobie and Sammy would grow into a romantic relationship - young and romantically healthy, they shot their trust in one another. They would begin climbing Galaxy Mountain every Friday to watch the sun set in the distant scape, counting their blessings and reiterating their appreciation for one another. This was truly something so beautiful, straight out of a movie. Scoobie would often journal about his relationship, drawing out storied and memories both him and Sammy shared. Scoobie's favorite thing about Sammy was her personality, he loved her for her, no strings attached. This can be found in Scoobie's journal from 2007, junior year of high school: Life goes on and they are the couple their whole small town knows about. Happy and confident, no worries of any capacity. They would meet each others inlaws and would then begin to talk about the long run plans of how many kids they want and what type of house they would want to raise a family. Life looks promising. But so young, they have so much uncertainty in their future, but they were trying everything they can to limit that risk of uncertainty to split them up. They would apply to the same schools, they would talk about how long distance would work if they had to split up going to different schools, and how they would manage the stressors of life going forward. Time is relative. It moves so fast, by the time they knew it, they were graduating high school and moving off to college. All the planning did not consider a large fault, them not being accepted to any of the same schools. After all the applications, they got accepted and denied positions in the opposite schools from each other leaving long distance the answer. Scoobie accepting a spot in John Hopkin’s Aerospace Engineering program and Sammy accepting her letter to Columbia’s School of Mechanical Engineering - happy for eachother but nervous for how the road could be laid for their history-rich relationship. Time is relative. It moves so fast, it was move in day for each other to split for the first time in 18 years, states away, but they were confident. They were motivated for it to work and nothing will tell them other wise. Scoobie arrives to John Hopkins with his UHAUL truck and begins to unpack everything into his new home. He connects with some of the people in his dorm and they go get food to start a bond. Scoobie would talk about Sammy in the most gentle way, how her Southern sayings like “Love ya baby” and “Hey sweetheart” melted him like plastic on fire - he thinks about her and how she is doing with her new roomates and opportunity. No text from Sammy about her arrival to Colombia yet, Scoobie sends a phone call to catch up on her travels and what she is doing, the phone went silent. Scoobie assuring himself that she is just busy and that everyone is maxed out on the day of move-in. But minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. Scoobie could not get in touch with Sammy. Scoobie wonders why? Almost hitting panic mode, Scoobie calls Sammy’s mom in which she answered. “Scoobie I am so sorry”, in a crying whimper - Scoobie confused at the jerk of emotion. Scoobie asks what the issue is. “Sammy is gone, a drunk driver hit and killed her on the way to Colombia last night”. Scoobie drops to the ground, speechless. Fading into the floor, not even crying, just sinking along with his heart. His everything, the everything he betted his future with, the everything he told every insecurity to, the everything he vowed to love for the rest of his life. Gone. This point and time for Scoobie is when the wire went off the pole. Substance abuse to cope with the questions and pit that would act as his unending void would spiral into the craziness of what he knows today. His anxiety, spawns from the phone calls and texts that went unanswered. His depression, spawns from the demise and desolation of life that can be so instant yet feels like so long. His heart of gold, to find the best in everyone and maximize life to the absolute max. My healing, It hurts, Goodbye Sammy When Sammy died, Scoobie began to slightly change. His walk altered to somewhat match Sammy’s anxious jot, his vernacular would embody phrases and words that Sammy used like “baby” and “honey”, Scoobie’s business ventures would strongly be influenced by things him and Sammy done such as naming the Bathsheba theater after the mountain where they had their first kiss, and changing his middle name to Sammy’s saint of a mother, Emerson.
  14. Well you're doing a great job on increasing the quality with responses like such "Go touch grass man. Look at yourself in the mirror and realize the fact you are taking time out of your day to complain about someone going too fast over a hill with the wrong tires on in a video game." on forum reports that you didn't care to show mutual respect in. With that, I do not care to have a post held up by pins and needles from someone who does not even care to show respect on an OOC platform. Locked and archived.
  15. I'm not sure what part was rude within the Imgur links you provided. I did read the chats and do not see anything but informing you that bumping appeals within PMs is specifically announced in the guidelines, all I can assume is... the appeal guidelines. If you did, you would've noticed it outlines your concern! Reading context and knowing the system does not have a place for bias. Your topic specifically states "Biggest ego I have seen here so far" - in which you provided screenshots of the aforementioned staff member informing you in no ill way about a clarification of what the definition of patience is.
  16. Asking about why an appeal has not been resolved is not a reason to message those said people! If you wish to one day help with dozens of appeals and make sure they done in a timely manor, please join support the next time applications open! Philoop is an amazing administrator and is very professional, as someone who has met him several times in a real life setting, he is a very nice person! Please going forward make sure to read all of the guidelines and listen when we say “remain patient”, we promise we will get to it when available!
  17. This is it. The day we all prepared for. The day we meticulously planned and strategized. The largest even the city has ever seen - how would it go? The lights dim, the curtains drop, the host center stage, microphones are on, and excitement is high. This is it. Leading up to this event, we suspected certain issues, but what we were faced with was something we didnt even consider at any point of the planning phase, that being, getting contestants! We suspected with a prize pool of $100,000 (which then got upped to $200,000 due to a generous donation from Elian Ramos from SD!), people would be lining up to be picked for the event. While we finally hit our 20-contestant minimum, our seats have sold out and we were reading to begin the show. The show progressed through 3 rounds, where every round eliminated contestants who were not able to conjure a females interest! Through these rounds, we landed on our winner, Scrimmy! A crowned Rizzler, able to pull any "hoe" he can with his quick wit and insane skill to get females interested in his vernacular. So, this event was a major stress test on our facilities. We tested multiple factors and pieces of equipment that have never been used before; additionally, we had to struggle with briefing all contestants on how to use the MA2300 Audio System that was installed which allowed for high-quality microphone usage. In this event, we needed to make sure we put the theatre through the most pressure as possible to prevent further events from imploding [REDACTED] and causing other instances of issues. After our debrief, we have discussed some changes that will be trialing in future events: - Decreasing general admission seat availability from 80 -> 60 - Having events be split into 2 nights so more people can attend and be a part of the RP along with making up for the decrease of 20 general admission seats - Having our Director of Financial Strategy create a more efficient and quicker box office experience - Tweak the audio system's technology to create smoother audience hearing experience With over a recorded 97 ticket buyers (17 theatre box occupants, 80 general admission occupants) along with having to unfortunately turn away ~30 people, the box office held strong and busy for the night! Operated by our Director of Financial Strategy, Beau Bathsheba, our system of tracking sales became to be pretty useful. All good systems are not ever perfect, we have taken the experience to change a few key details to make sure next event is handled easier and in a more swift flow. Below is our box office statistics for the night of the event! ============================================================================================================================ Theatre Box (4 people): $100,000 | Theatre Box (2 people): $50,000 | General Admission: $6,000 - 97 occupants - 143 people at peak time in the line - 22 people in staffing - 4 businesses participating - $907,000 in event revenue - $193,000 in merchanidse and other monetary donations - 1 successful night As the stands that so recently held our friends now sit empty, the lights raise, and the thrill simmers, Scoobie looks to Ally with a gentle yet exuberant smile. They did it. They proved those who said this feat was impossible wrong. Scoobie yells on the radio for all staff to gather at the stage for a debrief. Everyone gathers and sits, looking at eachother as the loudness of this theatre dwindles, surprised at the turnout and exhausted from the immense efforts that went into this. Scoobie opens up and begins to thank everyone, something he is so heartfelt about, a notion of thanks for everyone as this event would be nothing without them. Scoobie is grateful. Scoobie passes the lead to Ally to discuss the specifics of how things went and how they operated. After that, Beau who is now the Director of Financial Strategy begins to debrief on total sales, how the box office operated, and all other notes from outside operations. As the debrief concluded, there was nothing but happiness and relief that they found out that the events are doable. Relief on the basis of hesistancy, Scoobie and Ally were pushing the boundaries of what safe and risk are defined is. They run the entertainment business, it is official.
  18. Thank you for showing your appreciation! SD is doing their best to maintain high levels of RP while bringing entertaining interactions the people we play with! I hope to RP with you within the server!
  19. *This post is very mental health heavy, mentions of depression are present* "What happens when we die, does it hurt?", "Hey old friend, I am doing well.", "Does he still like hanging out with me, am I being too annoying?", "Would dying make it easier for those around me?", "Hey baby! Good to see you, I'm not going anywhere, I am always here for you!". A continuous bash, thoughts colliding like cars on a newly snowed morning. The thing people see on the outside is commonly the shell of a history-rich life, good or bad. The way the complexion rolls off the cheek, the wrinkles that tell if you cry more than laugh, the bags that show your exhaustion and hesitancy to move forward, those eyes that see more blue than their suppose to. What is not seen is the thoughts behind the shell, a life filled with why's and what's. When you look at Scoobie, typically people see just some leader of this Family and associate him with one of many things. Weird, sweet, violent, happy, manipulating, successful, chaotic, beautifully grounded. What does it mean to be perfectly imperfect. Perception is Reality. Like an electric current, the switch from negative to positive is untamable. A wild cannon, very wild. Within a snap, Scoobie could begin to go into a crazed run ran by fury and anger, but then within seconds tame to sending "I love you, hope you are well" texts. A curious wonderer, yet a lost leader. Some would label these outbursts as abuse, especially to those who see Scoobie on the surface level; however, the mind beyond his eyes is anything but simple. Scoobie cant vocalize these outbursts, even though he may hurt his loved ones in the midst of an episode, he cant explain it in a way that people can comprehend. But how? People can understand and love Flarg, but they cannot understand Scoobies weighted personal battles? An unfair current we have ourselves here. As others, Scoobie does not get asked how he is doing. He gets asked how he is doing, but *not how he is doing*. He initiates these intentional conversations but never is the subject of them, a friend long gone, oh how he sails a sea so blind. A friend long gone, oh how he sails a sea so blind. Scoobie seems to be a curator for creating friendships to just be disappointed, leaving him questioning what he did to have a loving friend dismiss his own very heart. I think a lot of times we question the insecurities of others to accompany our worries, a true friendship those two have. Scoobie gathers these insecurities like some type of hobby, placing them on a shelf for him to ponder at and leave for someone else to possibly see and give care to one day. Scoobie sees himself as some friend people need to hangout with in order to remain within their status, a chore or gym subscription service you are too tired to cut ties with. Is this the reality? I am not sure. But within the mind of someone who has success and a support system, the positive signs still are blinded out by an increasing pressure to be perfect. My old friends, I constantly think about the times of our past. Times that filled with warmer air, comforting smells and less abrasive ambitions. Look at us, all our goals met and striving, we did it! I would just wish you remember me and reach out. Evan, I still have that sticker you gave me from our first Flarg-con. You always had an eye for cool gifts. I hope one day you see my insecurities on the shelf, reaching out to say hello or even a final goodbye. Clarity is kindness, it would at least help with the confusion and mourning of a friend. I hope you still remember me, confide in me too. As part of Scoobie's daily routine, he journals at night to talk about how he feels and what goals/issues he ran into for the day. While the majority is a compilation of great works him and his family have done - everyone has their bad days. It is important to record these bad days. Truly. It becomes a more routine process of identifying what went wrong and why it went wrong. Today, Scoobie accidently snapped and almost hit Wolfgang, the fear instilled in his innocent eyes reminded Scoobie of the feeling he gutted when he was told by his childhood best friend Evan that he wishes to no longer see Scoobie or hangout with him because of the random violent behavior Scoobie would display. Scoobie sees this as something he calls "Flarg's Pattern Analysis" where you look at your bad and good days, then creating a diagram of how to replicate that for future daily use. While not a perfect system, Scoobie writes in daily dues. Friend, please. Remember me, confide in me. I mean well, I love you.
  20. After nearly a month of constant construction, the day has come where we have decided to open the doors to our beautiful facility for all to see and hopefully get some networking options underway. We have decided that this event would need to be fully planned out and coordinated with tasks to ensure all of our bases were met. Below will be a list of resources and civilians that helped within the event, our greatest gratitude goes to you all! [DISCLAIMER] The Theatre and its events were always meant to bring business and civilian RP to the next level. We wanted to create a space where are one building would house and use as many IC businesses as possible. So thank you to everyone who came and supported us ICly through your business! Vice's Event Company: Ally J. & Harry V. Clappers Catering: Belle B. & Larry W. DJ and Sound Services: DJ Quiet Los Santos Carnival and Fair Production: City of Los Santos Lot Security: Los Santos Police Department Beau Ratchet Clank Bathsheba Galaxy Theatre Management: Dewk Windmill Photosynthesis Bathsheba Event Aids: Wolfgang Bestest of Boys Bathsheba & Timowthy Bathsheba of the Route 68 Church and Strawberry Avenue Theatre With the event starting, floods of people start rolling into the lots of the theatre and surrounding areas. Soon before the gates opened, Pokey PeGoGo the clown showed up, that was our signal to open the gates. With a DJ custom mixing her music, dancing coming full swing, a foodtruck line as far as the eye can see, and overall happiness - the event was doing just amazing. Shortly after the event started, a head count was done within the crowd and an official attendance of 182 people came to our opening tour to support us and our work. A true happy day and moment for the family. This is when a commencement speech was done to welcome everyone and talk about the intentions of the theatre along with the ways to book it. After the speech, the doors to the facility were opened and the Information Booth was lining with people. It was all coming together. Blossoming conversation inside the walls of this beautful theatre, bars being sang in the studio with a metronome booming in the background, and overall just positive feelings around the whole property. In a world where challenges seem insurmountable, finding support and true friendship can make all the difference.Throughout his journey, Scoobie has encountered countless hurdles and obstacles. However, what sets him apart is the immense gratitude he holds for the support he has received from his friends. These friends, who believe in his abilities and dreams, have become his pillars of strength. Scoobie's friends not only cheer him on from the sidelines but actively stand up for him, providing unwavering support when he faces challenges. Their belief in his potential fuels his motivation, empowering him to push beyond his limits and strive for greatness. That is the reason Scoobie values his bestowed friendships, this theatre would not be anything but a dirt pile if it wasnt for his amazing support system and family who bends their back for progress and Flarg. Nearing the end of the event, with about 60 people still in the area. A known member of a gang the Bathsheba's have had trouble with prior, The Rooks, came in and began to scream obscenities. This member being Harley Pavlovich. Screaming things such as "Fuck Flarg, Hail Boofa" many times over. Being asked to leave along with many other people supporting the Bathsheba family, she began to get more hostile and negligent of her reality. Scoobie screaming at her to leave, following her to the middle of the street where she would pull a knife out on him. She would then return, running into the parking lot up to the Information Booth, screaming her hate speech once again. Scoobie swung on her twice and would chase her out of the facility along with 20 other people chasing her too. She would escape by car and would rather return inside the theatre to shout obscenties again. Scoobie is done. Scoobie is also confused. No one has ever met this member before, how does she know Flarg? How does she know Boofa? Scoobie begins to questions. Scoobie, also hurt again by the Rooks, being bullies and runiners of anything good. Scoobie would call his friend, BERK-O-TITZ, and would ask him about the situation in which he would tell Scoobie "[REDACTED]". Scoobie would agree. Again confused though, Scoobie was at Pearl's two hours earlier with a bunch of Rooks laughing and hanging out, getting to know some of the people he hadnt met prior. It finally felt his family and this bully gang would be friends again, but nope. Not only to ruin good things for his family, but they once again went against everything they have told Scoobie and his family. As told by [REDACTED], Scoobie thought the Rooks never lied, what happened to that? I guess some people only want to tear down others for an ounce of attention, but Scoobie cannot bare this being an occurence that happened for literally no reason. An odd predicament Scoobie is in. I guess he will just wait longer for a response from his connection in Rooks, if they even care to hurdle the sheep Scoobie see's on a day-to-day basis. As the lot empties out and the sounds become quiet, Scoobie has some reflecting of how he percieves this event and what he should do next.
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