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Pour water and check heat, alongside dismantle has been added to Drug Table UI's! Archived.

Multiple type of gloves have been added! Archived.

The server used to have this, however it tends to cause issues especially when it comes to needing to report people and being unable to toggle ID's would cause problems. Archived.

There has been a much larger variety on the car imports, some being exclusive to credits and not buyable with cash in game. In addition to which, the server is GTA lore friendly, meaning no IRL brands will be implemented. Archived.

The way labs work has since changed a lot since this suggestion and this no longer applies. Archived.

Chop shops are now stationary locations. Archived.

If you are carrying a bag, briefcase or a crate. You can open the trunk and "store" has been added to the UI for the trunk. Any carried objects can directly be put into trunks now. Archived.

Any vehicles that now get thrown into water disappear and automatically appear in Mors. In addition, double clicking does prevent MC punches and interruptions of RP. Archived.

There has been an additional High-End Market added to Paleto Bay. Archived.

welp its out

It was on a dreary night in August, I sprinted through the desolate hallways rushing towards the emergency room. As I got closer the screeching got louder and clearer, overpowering the raindrops that constantly crashed into the plastic windows. Quickly putting on my latex gloves, mask, and apron as I busted through the door. Despite the agonising screams of pain, the second my eyes set onto the lake of blood, my eyes had stolen the sound from my ears. I couldn’t hear a thing; never in my life as a doctor had I witnessed such a disturbing sight. I stood in fear of what was to come, only to finally come back into reality by the aggressive shake of a nurse. “Doctor, she’s lost too much blood!”. Crying in pain and agony was a broken pregnant woman, slowly her screams began to get more and more quiet. Along with the constant beeping from the electrocardiograph getting longer and longer. Till eventually the final beep had replaced the painful screams. It was my worst nightmare as a doctor; she was gone but I was not going to rest, I grabbed the defibrillator and rested the cold metal on her chest. Each “CLEAR!” resulting in my cries getting louder. I upped the voltage and tried again. I tried and tried till I could no longer save her, she was dead. I instantly made the call to prepare for a C-Section. I couldn’t save the late mother, I had to save this innocent child. Her inanimate cold eyes, still staring at me as I inserted my scalpel into her 9-month pregnant abdomen. I felt it, the strong kicks of the angel inside her, fighting for his life. It was not over yet. After approximately an hour of trying to safely take this very much alive baby out of its coffin. There it was, the constant cries of the baby I had long waited for, he was safe and healthy. I held the baby boy and stroked the eyes of the mother close as I whispered, “I truly am sorry, rest in peace Maria”. Witnessing the death of my Godmother had startled me. I came out of the emergency room to where the family was waiting impatiently to hear about their mother and baby brother’s desperate fight for survival. I handed the child to the broken father to which the family gratefully smiled, wiping their tears of sorrow. That was until they asked me the dreadful question, “How’s Maria doing, can we see her?”. I took off my hat, gloves and apron and looked down to the ground in despair. “I am sorry, there was nothing more I could do.” The father gave his baby boy to Zero and began to weep. I heard his slight mumble of “this is all your fault”. To be continued...

Keep going boys, can’t wait for the RP to come

Glad to see Paleto active again. Can’t wait for more RP with you guys.

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Chapter 2: The Coffin Birth: It was on a dreary night in August, I sprinted through the desolate hallways rushing towards the emergency room. As I got closer the screeching got louder and clearer, overpowering the raindrops that constantly crashed into the plastic windows. Quickly putting on my latex gloves, mask, and apron as I busted through the door. Despite the agonising screams of pain, the second my eyes set onto the lake of blood, my eyes had stolen the sound from my ears. I couldn’t hear a thing; never in my life as a doctor had I witnessed such a disturbing sight. I stood in fear of what was to come, only to finally come back into reality by the aggressive shake of a nurse. “Doctor, she’s lost too much blood!”. Crying in pain and agony was a broken pregnant woman, slowly her screams began to get more and more quiet. Along with the constant beeping from the electrocardiograph getting longer and longer. Till eventually the final beep had replaced the painful screams. It was my worst nightmare as a doctor; she was gone but I was not going to rest, I grabbed the defibrillator and rested the cold metal on her chest. Each “CLEAR!” resulting in my cries getting louder. I upped the voltage and tried again. I tried and tried till I could no longer save her, she was dead. I instantly made the call to prepare for a C-Section. I couldn’t save the late mother, I had to save this innocent child. Her inanimate cold eyes, still staring at me as I inserted my scalpel into her 9-month pregnant abdomen. I felt it, the strong kicks of the angel inside her, fighting for his life. It was not over yet. After approximately an hour of trying to safely take this very much alive baby out of its coffin. There it was, the constant cries of the baby I had long waited for, he was safe and healthy. I held the baby boy and stroked the eyes of the mother close as I whispered, “I truly am sorry, rest in peace Maria”. Witnessing the death of my Godmother had startled me. I came out of the emergency room to where the family was waiting impatiently to hear about their mother and baby brother’s desperate fight for survival. I handed the child to the broken father to which the family gratefully smiled, wiping their tears of sorrow. That was until they asked me the dreadful question, “How’s Maria doing, can we see her?”. I took off my hat, gloves and apron and looked down to the ground in despair. “I am sorry, there was nothing more I could do.” The father gave his baby boy to Zero and began to weep. I heard his slight mumble of “this is all your fault”. To be continued...

Chapter 1: You look like you’ve seen a ghost Drowning in gasoline, I woke up. My entire body was covered by the deadly liquid. I was in pure agony and pain, blinded by darkness and captivated by the horrific sounds around me. The warm blood from my cut fingers slowly dropped onto the cold and clammy concrete. The more I woke up, the greater the pain became. The more I began to realise. I struggled and screamed in discomfort. Why weren’t my legs moving?! Only at that moment did I notice the tens of small rusty nails, driven into my legs with two daggers, lunged deep into my kneecaps. Too tired and dehydrated to even cry, I scavenged around to find a saviour, a way out, one last chance at life. I pleaded and pleaded, to any voices that could hear me. When suddenly I saw a small light emerge from what seemed to be lighter. The light got brighter to which I saw some dark black gloves and a mask which resembled a skull. Silently sat in front of me the silhouette of the devil. The frightening figure reached into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette, lighting the end. Each inhale and exhale he took felt like my last breath. He finally stood up and patted down his overcoat and fixed his crooked tie. To which he flicked the cigarette and my last ever conversation towards me. I was dead silent as I prepared for my despair. The last words I ever heard, “You look like you have seen a ghost! Drake ‘Ghost’ Hunter, pleasure to meet you. Leader of the Los Santos Royals”. To be continued...

Drowning in gasoline, I woke up. My entire body was covered by the deadly liquid. I was in pure agony and pain, blinded by darkness and captivated by the horrific sounds around me. The warm blood from my cut fingers slowly dropped onto the cold and clammy concrete. The more I woke up, the greater the pain became. The more I began to realise. I struggled and screamed in discomfort. Why weren’t my legs moving?! Only at that moment did I notice the tens of small rusty nails, driven into my legs with two daggers, lunged deep into my kneecaps. Too tired and dehydrated to even cry, I scavenged around to find a saviour, a way out, one last chance at life. I pleaded and pleaded, to any voices that could hear me. When suddenly I saw a small light emerge from what seemed to be lighter. The light got brighter to which I saw some dark black gloves and a mask which resembled a skull. Silently sat in front of me the silhouette of the devil. The frightening figure reached into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette, lighting the end. Each inhale and exhale he took felt like my last breath. He finally stood up and patted down his overcoat and fixed his crooked tie. To which he flicked the cigarette and my last ever conversation towards me. I was dead silent as I prepared for my despair. The last words I ever heard, “You look like you have seen a ghost! Drake ‘Ghost’ Hunter, pleasure to meet you. Leader of the Los Santos Royals”. To be continued...