Asbo

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The idea of a Pop Culture Car Meet has been brewing in Asbo’s head for a while, afterall a lot of people modify their car to look like their favorite cars from anime, movies or series. The most popular one is ofcourse The Fast and the Furious series, which has inspired countless people to mod their Elegys, ZR350s and Jester Classics! Asbo contacted a good friend of his and local legend, James Eriksen to inquire about sponsoring a Elegy Retro Custom, he of course wanted to help out Burnout, so he handed of keys to a brand new imported Annis Elegy Retro Custom, Don and Asbo modified it to look like Paul Walker’s Skyline from 2 Fast 2 Furious. Modified with a twin turbo, RB26DETT 2.6-liter, DOHC, 24-valve straight six! It was raffled off to the public via a raffle, where tickets were 2.000 dollars each, and the winner was declared to be Jennifer Sinclair! Congratulations. Here’s a few of the vehicles that were at the car meet! Dominic Toretto, The Fate Of The Furious. Paul Walker, The Fast And The Furious. Takeshi Nakazato, Initial D. Doc Brown, Back 2 The Futurue Bruce Wayne/Batman. The Batman Series. James Bond, Goldfinger

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Just make it 1:1 for full immersion!! I jest, 6:1 sounds good.

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When Asbjorn was a fresh-faced and had just stepped off the bus to the great city of Los Santos, he knew he needed a vehicle, and he knew it needed to be a hot hatchback, he didn’t know which one yet, but it was something he never forgot. Getting gifted a Zombie Bobber by a kind soul, Asbjorn had set his sights on a vehicle that was just being imported by all the major dealerships, the Maxwell Asbo. Asbjorn spent hours upon hours fishing in various locations around the state, some he got robbed at, some he made friends at, once he had sold enough he headed straight to Auto Services to purchase his hot hatch, brand new, fresh off the truck he rolls it out and takes a good look at it, and he starts to add improvements. A double exhaust system, race transmission, and even a cheeky turbo to fit. He grabbed a pair of bitching rims and slapped it on his little ricer car. Soon the Maxwell Asbo became synonymous with Asbjorn, and now Asbjorn was dubbed ‘’Asbo’’ By Maccy Kentworth, his closest friend. When the idea of Burnout Nation started to form, they needed a mascot car, something to base their idea on, and they all chose Asbo’s Asbo. While Asbo doesn’t drive his Asbo that often, it’s still a vehicle close to his heart, and when he needs a #sadboycruise, he slaps on some tunes on his gladen sound system and cruises around.

Asbjorn Schmidt. 10.000.000

Asbjorn Schmidt. 6.300.000

Dr Manhattan

Asbjorn Schmidt - 7 Million.

Second part is up on the Seijin's faction thread!

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Best of luck Kevin Hart.

After Yuki Nakamura finished up building Burnout’s club in The Lot, Asbjorn decided it time to complete a dream of his, building his own brewery and make the best brew pub Los Santos has ever seen, getting a lot of inspiration with the interior design of Steamboat Beers, a favorite of the city, before it closed down. Asbjorn is a skilled alchemist when it comes to cocktails, however, the beer is truly where the creative talent shines, brewing everything himself and serving up the freshest of beers to his customers. Asbjorn decided to open up the pub randomly, inviting a Los Santos Motorcycle Club and Amarillo Aces, as well as sending out adverts and a blip. With his brewpub menu, both the food and beers started to fly off the shelf, making it a successful opening night! Asbjorn doesn’t aim to serve huge crowds, but to create a place where people can sit down, relax, and talk to each other. A dartboard was set up by Don, and now they needed someone to play, and that’s where ‘’The Bet Of The Century'’ was set. Don and Asbjorn were gonna play each other, the loser had to get the winner's hair.. And after losing by ONE point, Asbjorn had to rock a ponytail for a week. Asbjorn decided to open up the pub the next week, it was a very quiet Friday but that didn’t mean no fun were gonna be had. Jose Dyer challenged Bruce Hensley for a game of darts. If Jose won, Bruce had to lose the cowboy hat for a week, and if Bruce won, Jose had to get a cowboy hat for a week. Jose beat Bruce with a beautiful 2-1 victory, and that means no cowboy hat for a week. The Brewery got a few visitors, Harvey Xing and Darragh Curtins paid a visit, and after watching the game of dart, they were gonna have a game, Harvey Versus Darragh, winner will decide the losers haircut for a week, a common theme at the pub. Harvey annihilated Curtins, who now has to rock pink dreads for a week.

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“Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course.” Last year, Burnout Nation hosted a massive car meet where the focus was pink to spread awareness about Breast Cancer, the car meet came together spear-headed by Don Mozzarella, who is a huge supporter of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. With a few founders gone, and many faces vanished, tradition is something Burnout Nation takes seriously, and this October was no different, Don, Asbo, Jamie and Hazel all knew they were gonna pull off another car meet to raise awareness, but could it be as good as the first one? While standing at LSC during their campaign to paint the town pink, Asbjorn reminded Don that he had a Remus that he bought a while ago for their next event, and they both agreed it should be used in the breast cancer awareness meet raffle, but then a lightbulb went on in Asbjorn’s head. ‘’Hey… Don.. we should raffle away two Remuses’’ said Asbjorn with a huge smile. ‘’And why’s that?’’ Asked Don with a raised eyebrow. ‘’Because boobies come in pairs.’’ Asbjorn smiled and laughed, and ofcourse, Don couldn’t keep a straight face, and like a proud father watching his son hit a homerun, Don nodded. ‘’That’s the best idea I’ve heard.’’ Of Course the Meet was gonna be held at Burnout Nation’s property, known as ‘’The Lot’’ They threw a few advertisements up, a blip, and waited. And it didn’t take long for people to pull on in. Although the theme was pink, Burnout was just happy to see people join in on the car meet. Petrol runs in Burnout’s veins, and the more cars show up, the happier they are. The Amarillo Aces, a fellow car club, pulled up in massive numbers, and because they’re extended family of Burnout, they repped the pink hexcode Burnout used for October. At the end of it all, seeing old faces like Bruce Wong, and new legends like Brody King, Don, Asbo and the rest of Burnout felt proud that despite it being a long time ago, people still remembered, cared about, and showed up for their second Breast Cancer Awareness Meet. Although Asbjorn knew it was probably because of the raffles, he didn’t care much, he was there with his family and friends, all gathered around cars, laughing and spreading awareness for a good cause. Now came time to raffle off the winners, around 360 raffle tickets had been bought, two people were gonna get lucky and go home with two fully maxed Remuses. First winner was Yass Mora! And once the wheel spun again, the second winner was found! Ali Valentine! With the raffle being over, and the car meet coming to a close, people started to leave. Asbjorn heard a loud rumbling in the distance, and looked down to see all of his homies from The Los Santos Motorcycle Club pull up just to show their faces, which was of course appreciated. Stay tuned, The Annual Burnout Nation Breast Cancer Awareness Meet V3 will be even bigger! Just like last year, we won't claim we started the whole pink trend on the server, but a lot of our friends, both legal players and criminals all changed their cars pink to show support for the survivors and victims of breast cancer, it touched my heart to see random people I don’t even know use our hex code and just drive around, for us it means alot. Fuck Cancer. Asbjorn & Burnout Nation

I think you mean Vince Williams, please don't mix.

I still think this is poggers. Bala.

3 Million. Asbjorn Schmidt.

Just bumping this so we don't forget.

2.0 mil. Asbjorn Schmidt.

Born the 13th of March, 1979 Andre Monk had a somewhat steady childhood, living on the corner between Covenant Avenue and the infamous Grove street with his parents Lamont Monk and Layla Monk, with a handful of siblings Andre was the oldest and was often had the responsibility of looking after the rowdy siblings, which he didn’t mind, it kept him from gangbanging and drug dealing, which was on the rise in his neighbourhood. When not in school, which he excelled at, Andre would be helping out in the family business, a local grocery store that his parents owned. School and work was Andre’s routine for many years, until the year 1992, where the Los Santos riots broke out. The riot led to fights, which led to robberies, which led to arson. And nobody was spared, black or white. The Monk family tried their best to defend their shop from looters, but a molotov cocktail was thrown into the window of the shop, and it caught on fire, eventually burning down. Andre, now 13 years old, and big for his size, standing at almost 6 feet. clenched his fist as he watched the flames tear down his family business from the inside out. He was angry, he was furious, but most importantly, he was sad, it wasn’t the police that just ruined what their family stood for, it was someone from their own community. Lamont Monk turned to drinking, which led to mental and physical abuse in the household, one day when it was particularly rough, Andre couldn’t take it anymore. After Lamont hit Layla across the face, Andre grabbed a led pipe and defended his mother, beating his own father to an inch of his life, leaving him to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life until his passing in 2005. Andre had gotten a taste for violence, so he did what any young thug would do, he seeked out a community that would fit him, and he had one group in mind, Ballas. completing his trial and becoming a member, by 2001, now simply going by Monk, had become one of the spearheads of the Ballas, dealing drugs, stealing cars, doing drive-bys. He was living the life as scum of society, the type one's mother warned you about, however, his world was about to shatter when he was rung up by the state police, announcing his beloved mother Layla had passed away in a drunk driving accident, it broke Monk’s heart to hear the news, and he was soon contacted by his little brother Reginald, a couple of years younger than Monk, was now seeking refuge within the Ballas. 10 years rolled by, 2011, a nice august summer. Reginald and Monk was chilling on Grove, sippin 40’s and passing a blunt, the peaceful tranquility was shattered by the sirens of incoming police cruiser, they smash their brakes in front of the two Ballas, they hop out and forces Reginald up from his seat and throw him in heavy duty cuffs, Monk who was tipsy and had the feeling of a good spliff, he saw blood, he grabbed a nearby leadpipe, like he had done many years ago to teach his father a lesson, and charged at the police, and a brawl breaks out, he ends up cracking one of them open with a single swing, the other officer, who held Reginald was picked up and put in a choke hold, while Reginald ran for it. Monk had taken out two officers on his own, but it was too late for him, as backup arrived, and he was arrested. Training, meditation, studying languages and culture, Monk was sentenced to 11 years in the state penitentiary, he became quiet and reserved, he only spoke to very few people and just focused on making his body and mind a Shaolin temple. Now the year was 2021, August, and Monk was released. Was he gonna take over Grove or help the new Kingpin? Only time will tell.

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