Nexuus

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Obviously its a game at the end of the day, but I find it very unrealistic that headshots count as you hitting the body armour on cops and players with body armour. If this is fixable it should be as I've had many encounters where I've had registered shots hit them in the head and they just eat it like its nothing.

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Proving my Worth For the first few days of finally becoming a Whyos prospect I knew I needed to obtain some materialistic items to prove my work ethic to the higher ups. I decided to start with the mines as I found this to be the best way to make money in my circumstance. It was a rough and very tiring job, especially for the hours I was putting in. But it all finally paid off when I finally decided to purchase my first expensive car. This car cost me around half a million dollars but was worth every single cent. The car came with every customisation I could possibly dream of. The sound of the engine was deafening and sounded like the roar of a lion. The care would exceed 200 KPH and cops wouldn't dare to chase this beast of a car. Through the crew I gained a lot of attraction even from the higher ups. This is what I was seeking. The following day I heard some commotion on the radio about 3 guys causing a problem with some of the other crew members and claiming that they would kill us for sport. After hearing this, I decided it was finally time to prove myself to the fullest to the crew. I raced across the streets all the way up to Paleto which is where this was all going down. We chased them to the drug lab up north of Paleto where they finally decided to take positions and try to strike us. I instantly hopped out of my car locking onto one individual. The bullets screamed through the air as we both starting firing back and forth. The shootout lasted less then 20 seconds before all our targets had been eliminated with 0 casualties from our gang, this was a flawless victory for us. We snatched the guns from there dead corpses and fled the scene before anybody could profile us, we drove straight into the sunset with victory flowing through the fresh air. This is the dream life I was looking for and will still continue to prove my worth to any extent possible.

Hey, names Tyrone Jocklyn. Born and raised in the UK, I was always getting into trouble and never had it easy. Both parents were broke and spent every buck they had on drugs until they ended up dead before I was 17. I was constantly getting caught up in jail for every dumb choice I made, after around 3 years of living in my homies house I realised that the criminal life was not to be in the country. So at the age of 20 I decided to fly to Los Santos in search of a new life. After living a simple and legal life working dead end jobs from 9-5, I was depressed and tired of this life. That night, I went to the mines like I did every friday to earn a fast buck. I saw a few guys wearing pink arguing with another man over a crate that was stolen from them. The arguing continued and eventually the thief attempted to run away and was shortly gunned down by the guys in pink, they just walked up to the mans lifeless corpse and brushed his hands off the stolen crate and walked away from the body like nothing had happened. This was the life I was in search of, they all had expensive flashy cars, jewellery and guns. They quickly left the scene shortly before cops had arrived. The next day I decided to go back in search of the same guys who I saw the night before. After waiting around for a few hours I was just about to leave with my head staring at the ground with no hope left. Suddenly in the corner of my eye I saw I pink car approach the mines, I approached the man and it was the same guy who's crate had been stolen the night before... I asked the man if he was looking for some more dedicated members and with a small bit of hope he said YES! The following morning I woke up with my head held high and a new sense of purpose with an unread text message on my phone from the pink guy I had met that night before. It gave a time and place. Later on that day I awaited at the place I was told to meet them just ahead of time, shortly after 2 pink cars arrived. We talked for about an hour and after telling them my story and why I want this so badly they gave me a shot... a chance to become one of them. They called themselves Whyos. That's my story.