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Instead of making the server even more grindy why not just make it so if you are full food and water you actually regen to 100 and not 80 hp, it would bring more business to burgershot and shops around the map. Its GTA where there are constant bugs and mistakes. Not to mention the entire map only has 2 hospitals which get camped 24/7. Add some back alley doctors that have a /dropbody.

Jay Valentino - 1 Ticket

+1 They shouldn't have their roleplay limited due to events happening IRL, if people have problems adjustments can be made not just cut the rp completely from the server.

Great post Lexi, had fun with the rp that day!

This wasn't a ECRP change it was changed by rockstar so its not a bug ggs.

+1 Honestly I feel you should be able to pay it yourself and get your own car out after a certain ammount of time has passed (15 mins) as alot of times the cops just completely ignore the impound requests so people sit there for upto an hour sometimes waiting for a cop to come. Normally people just give up leave the impound as noone comes. Could have it so you pay a machine and rply collect your car from the lot

+1 What a well written post. I agree with everything said. Thank you for taking your time to write this Bala. Good Job

Why not have it so the punishments will eventually fall off based on play time in the server such as actively roleplaying for x amount of time let's a nonrp fall off and become a warning or just be voided, vice versa for the other rulebreaks. As if I had a DM1 in January and got one today in November I'd be banned, 3 months of active roleplay could reduce the dm to a waring for the future.

IM JAY

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THE SETUP In one of the first weeks of BSB, Barker and Jay found themselves cruising around the city brainstorming ideas on how they can help their new gang grow amongst the already prominent names that were around. They were driving past Grove when a red Penumbra FF grabbed their attention as it pulled into the Grove smuggler. Jay looked towards Barker, his eyebrow raised as his fellow underboss met his gaze with a smirk. They drove by cautiously to get a feel for the situation, and upon closer inspection find two men on foot, one attempting to interrogate Freddy by pointing a micro at him demanding he spills the beans. A quick check of the magazine revealed that together they had but a handful of bullets left. “Fuck it”. Without hesitation Barker made the call to hop out and do what they do best. They both flew out the car towards the strangers, confident enough in their ability to get shit cracking regardless of circumstances but found the men were already in their car, ready to pull away. With a quick roll to get a better angle, Barker lined up the driver's cranium as Jay yelled “OUT THE CAR” with his gun drawn, both aiming for the perfect shot. Impulsively ducking down, the driver floors the red Penumbra into the alleyway, screaming “WE NEED BACK UP NOW, WE NEED BACK UP NOW....” no doubt down his radio. The car drifts into the alleyway as the driver pulls the handbrake, drifting the car to a stop perpendicular to the BSB underbosses. Using his car as cover, the driver decides to hop out of the car whilst slyly pulling out his fully attached micro. “Fuck it I'm lighting them up” The words hung in the silent air for a moment, before all hell broke loose. The quiet alleyway transformed into a warzone as the driver pulled the trigger, his micro blindly raining fire. Jay and Barker leapt out of the way, finding cover behind a broken wall just in time as the bullets whizzed past them, millimetres away… Without flinching, the underbosses fired back at the unknown men, the shots from the guns echoing through the night. Jay looked towards Barker, admiring the veterans ability to keep his calm when death was seemingly around the corner. A bolt of lightning lit up the alleyway for a brief second, and Jay managed to get a glimpse of the enemy. The stranger's monkey mask would have drawn most of Jay’s attention if it wasn’t for his navy blue body armour being illuminated by the flash of light. The Italian let out a roar of frustration and anger, loud enough to match the thunder booming through the sky and stood up, daring the cunts to shoot. Monkey mask took the bait, arrogantly leaving his cover and pointing his micro at Jay, finger ready to pull the trigger when one single .50 bullet flew past Jay's shoulder. Monkey mask’s body suddenly stiffened and Jay could’ve sworn he saw his eyes widen in shock. A heavy trail of blood started slowly pouring down his forehead as he fell backwards with a soft thump. Jay turned his head to find Barker’s gun smoking, his face smirking. Not having time to celebrate, Jay let out a nod of appreciation, and the duo focused fire on the other man. He didn’t have a chance. The alleyway turned eerily quiet once again, as Jay made his way towards the fresh corpses. Grabbing the loot, he turned around to show Barker the spoils of war. His heart sank as his eyes settled on a horrendous sight. Barker was laid out on the floor, twitching in a rapidly spreading pool of blood. Barely skipping a beat, Jay grabbed his radio and screamed instructions. “We need a trunk grove NOW!” He knelt next to his fallen brother, clutching his hand and begging him to hang on, letting him know that help was on the way, pleading with him to keep on fighting. Jay’s ears perked at the sound of a strange noise in the distance and he looked around. Unsure whether he had imagined it, Jay turned his attention back towards Barker but his worst fears were soon confirmed. The screeching sirens rapidly approached, shattering the sinister silence of the night. With the last of his energy, Barker beckoned Jay towards him, whispering. “Get out of here, they’ll take me to hospital. I’ll be fine, but you won’t. Go.” A fully packed police Kamacho pulled up to the scene, and Jay didn’t need to be told twice. Instinct kicked in and he hopped the nearest wall, sprinting for his life down a thin alleyway. Micro on his hip, police on his ass, but he just kept running. Flashing blue and red lights appeared in front of him as a cruiser pulled into the other side of the alleyway, and he understood they had set up a pinch. He was fucked. With a deep sigh, Jay Valentino stopped dead in his tracks and put his hands up. A half hour passed before Jay could finally let out a sigh of relief. The feds had transported him back to the scene of the shooting, where he spotted Barker, surrounded by medics loading him on a stretcher. He was hurt badly, but alive. The rest became a blur as he was pushed into the back of a cruiser, interrogated for the next hour and a half. Discussions of “fresh wounds” and “gunshot residue” became background noise as Jay contemplated how long he was going to be in prison for. He started to zone out, he knew there was no way he could talk his way out of this one. That was, until he overheard a quiet whisper of “on undercover duty”. His ears perked up as he started listening intently. From what he could gather, they had just shot up two undercover cops… one of them being Samuel Martin. The underboss looked on, satisfied at what he saw; both cops laid on the cold, wet gravel, unresponsive. Medics were desperately trying to slow down the rapidly growing pool of blood. Jay couldn’t help but hum a short melody, a line from his favourite song as he smiled softly... “You can step and wear that vest all you want But it still ain't savin' your neck”