The Lost Motorcycle Club

[CoolDudeChillin]

No Love Lost:

I was living life as a Nomad, riding up and down the roads, when I got the call.

The phone rang. I answered.

A familiar voice rang out:
“Hello! Big Joe!”

It was Hamish McTaggart — one of my old prospects back before I went Nomad. We caught up briefly before he dropped the news: he’d been moved into the Sergeant-at-Arms role, and Leo Marks- my former president, the man I personally vouched for- was retiring. He filled me in on who was moving up in the club, then asked if I’d come meet with him and the new Vice President, JD.

No hesitation. I turned the bike around and headed straight back to Sandy Shores.

I was excited to see the old crew again, but something about Leo stepping down didn’t sit right. The Lost had always been solid under Leo’s leadership. Aside from my concern, I felt sadness. There was no way I was going to miss his send-off.

As I rolled into Sandy Shores, the smells hit me first- dusty roads, oil, and faint smoke. It all brought back memories. Cruising down Joshua Road, seeing the familiar buildings and scenery, gave me chills. But it wasn’t until I pulled into Stab City that the feeling really hit.. safety, peace… home.

The moment I arrived, I ran into Hamish and JD. It had been a long time, but it felt like no time had passed at all. We exchanged handshakes, hugs- the kind of welcome that only brothers can give. That’s when they hit me with it:

“We want you to come back.”

I was taken aback. Honored. I didn’t need to think about it.

“Of course. Anything for Lost.”

Then they hit me with the real reason.

“We need you to lead this next generation. Whip these hang-arounds and prospects into shape.”

That’s when they handed it to me- my old kutte. Same one I used to wear, same patches, same weight on the shoulders. And stitched on there was a rank: Enforcer.

They’d kept it for me.

With water in my eyes, I slipped it on. Right then, I knew…

I wasn’t just home.
I was with my family again

 

[CoolDudeChillin]

Lost For Words:

It’s been a month since I rolled back into Stab City. Feels like five minutes and five years all rolled into one twisted stretch of time. The work hasn’t slowed hell, it never does. Every damn day, I’m out there running with the hangarounds chasing ‘em down, teaching ‘em, watching their backs, making sure they don’t fuck themselves or the club over.

They’re a good bunch. Green as hell, yeah, but hungry. Starving for something bigger. They sure soak up everything I throw at ‘em like they’re starving, and most days, they don’t make me regret it. Hell, I’ve even pulled one of them up, giving ‘em a shot as a prospect under me. They’re starting to feel like my bastard kids. I know their quirks, their tells, the little bad habits they try to hide and I care for ‘em anyway.

That’s what makes it so damn hard when one’s gotta go. I don’t just toss ‘em out like old gear. I put time into these people sweat, patience, long nights. They look at me like I’m some kind of rock, like I’ve got all the answers. But sometimes, the hardest answer is the one that rips your heart out a cold, hard goodbye. You watch a hangaround claw their way up to prospect, see them start to wear that kutte like they earned it… and then they blow it. Big. The kind of fuck-up you can’t patch with an apology or a second chance. That’s when you make the call. No matter how much it tears you up inside the club comes first.

Lost above all else.
Lost forever, forever lost.

[MarkGhost]

 

Ghostly Whispers
 
From the very first day Mark Ghost entered the city he was drawn to the LOST MC, though the city had other plans for his uprising.

Upon making some friends on road crew and them forming a gang he decided to join The Church to learn the criminal lifestyle. Marks time in the church taught him many things such as learning how to navigate the criminal underworld, chopping, cooking drugs, and how to help lead people to better themselves, but nothing more than FAMILY IS EVERYTHING.

Eventually the church had a downfall due to differences between the high command members management style. Although Mark was upset The Church had disbanded he knew he could focus on his true self. A gear head with a love for motorcycles, family, and thrill seeking. Mark went to a good friend who was part of the motorcycle club he had always respected highly and the rest is history. 

The LOST accepted Mark with open arms and he began to form a bond with many members. He did activities with Derek, Vritza, and Zane for awhile before eventually meeting Elena and JD. Elena sceptical at first of Marks involvement with LOST eventually got the full story and he was in. 

Every member of LOST would come to know his name eventually and the bond of brotherhood and family touched Marks soul to the very core. He knew, This place, These People, and This life was his forever home.
 

Edited August 19, 2025 by MarkGhost

[Luna333]

 

 

Luv & Lead:

Church this week was one for the books. Lando kicked it off by showing us the clubhouse that he renovated himself. Every wall, every nail, all from his own two hands. It felt like a fresh start for the club, and for me too. In all my time lost I've attended MANY churches, but this one? Definitely top tier.

Lately I’ve been putting in work as one of the club’s tattoo artists, and this week was a special one! I got to carve away some old ink with my machete and put the Lost cross on my bestie Seraphina. Elena was right there on the floor, holding her hand through it all. Cute lil sisterhood moment, right? WRONG! That’s right when chaos broke out just outside the tattoo shop.

A couple masked nobodies pulled up, started mouthing off to our Prez like they felt like dying. Before we knew it they were running over our freshly washed and neatly parked bikes.

After a little more ideocracy from the randoms we regrouped and lined our bikes back up. Suddenly one of them tackled Lando and stole his bike while re-parking. OH HELL NAH. The city turned into our hunting ground. Radios popping with callouts, engines screaming through blocks most of us never even ride though. He stole more of our bikes, clipped riders, and his friend left Big Joe bleeding in the street.

That’s when the girls and I stacked up. Elena behind the wheel of her Terminus, Sera riding shotgun, and me in the back gripping a .50 like it matched my outfit. We were already flying down the block, trunk open, ready to save Joe’s life, when the call came: “He’s coming straight at you.”

I saw him. I aimed. Click. Boom. He dropped. We dipped. Lando finished him and that was that. 
We handled it, scooped Joe like VIP baggage, and still got him to Pillbox alive. 

Family saved, ops erased.
Lost but never losing.

[Kika]

 

 

 

A Prospect's Life:

It all started when I first rolled with the Lost MC. Back then, life was quiet, long days by the water, fishing rod in hand, the smell of oil and dust in the air. All I had to worry about were my tasks as a Prospect. It felt like nothing could shake that peace… until it did.

It began with people breaking into our rides. Cars got lockpicked, stuff taken, and left unlocked for anyone to rummage through. Stab City quickly turned from a safe home into an open target. We weren’t about to let that keep happening. So, we put the word out. Hangarounds and Prospects teamed up with the K9 unit, patrolling day and night, catching one thief after another trying to break into our vehicles.

But the real test wasn’t just out there on the streets, it came from within. As things heated up, High Command launched a sweeping investigation. Not just me, but every Prospect and Hangaround was under the microscope. Every word, every action, checked and questioned. Allegations flew, tensions climbed… but in the end, we stood tall. Cleared. No snakes in the grass, just brothers, still standing watch.

After that, I was handed a task to prove I was willing to go all the way. The plan was simple: get arrested, get the mugshot. But the road to it wasn’t. That day, I hit two ATMs, left my mark on a police station with fresh paint, and still managed to disappear into the wind. In the end, I chose the moment, walked into a store, made it mine, and then turned myself in. The cuffs weren’t the goal; the mugshot was, and I got it.

Once the dust settled, life shifted back to the usual grind with my brothers, chopping cars and keeping the dealers satisfied, making sure their shelves stayed full and their hands stayed happy. Sometimes it felt like we were moving cars faster than an F1 pit crew, in and out before the streets even noticed.

 

Edited September 2, 2025 by Damon

[Superdizzle78]

[Clive Steel]

 

Edited September 24, 2025 by Clive Steel
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[AmaraFox]

[AmaraFox]

[Superdizzle78]

[Mr_Desha]

Edited October 19, 2025 by Mr_Desha
fixing

[Qumran]

[Bob_Pompous]

[raganrogaine]

 

 onto new beginnings

Over the past few months, lost mc has dealt with losing a large majority of its members. With the last president and vice president stepping down the same day, the 4 people that have kept lost going through its darkest times stepped up and took the reigns. A quick vote had most of the high command positions filled, then it was back to business as usual.
After the vote, we made a small shift to start recruiting more members. A few old and new friends approached us and we decided to take them on. They quickly completed their tasks and became prospects within a week. Since then, we have all been working together towards the common goal of making Lost MC a fully functioning machine like it has been for years past, this time, with some different faces.

[raganrogaine]

 

 Leo's Bar and Grill
Shortly after the new command structure was set in stone, life went along in stab business as usual. Amidst the daily activities, big joe had an idea. He wants to open Leo's bar for the public. We named it after our former president out of respect for the wonderful man he was. We put our heads together and tried to figure out the best way to do it.
We decided we were going to source alchohol from one of our good friends Johnnie Ravnehill. He owns a store in paleto, so we placed an order from him. Then we located a terminus to purchase for the raffle. 
Once all the items were required, we reached out to weazel to start promoting the event. Nea kay, Lewis Langley, Klaus Becker, and Mel Fox allowed us to have a wonderful first event from this generation of lost. The room was filled with music and great vibes.

[Mr_Desha]

 

Edited January 26 by Mr_Desha

[LAnderson]

 

The Grind

Plant, Grow, Gather, Repeat

The Grind never stop when it comes to getting the club what it needs. 

Anderson, Only Recently hanging around the club has been trying to help out whenever he can. Recently, his grind has been in the Marijuana business. 

It may be dirty work, but it needs to be done. From getting the seeds from the plants, to planting and gathering the finished product. 

Anderson has been working on these plants for a few reasons. However, the main reason being, is the club. The Club has been in need of some lower quality blunts for distribution. With Anderson just getting back into the game, this was a perfect task for him. 

Lost Forever, Forever Lost

 

[XxTheIrishGuyxX]

Spoiler

The Club Vote

Phil Russo has been riding with the Lost MC for the past couple of weeks, trying to prove his value to the club. One day Phil was doing the usual work and checking on the Lost street dealers. Then the weekly meeting was called for all club members and prospects. Phil was nervous prior to the meeting as a couple of days prior, his Lost prospect Kutte was stolen by the Sheriff’s department and Phil was not able to get the Kutte back. Because of this he was not sure if he would be yelled at, beaten, or worse... Thankfully however the outcome of this meeting was the complete opposite, Phil and another prospect were patched into the Lost MC and became full members. Weeks of hard work finally paid off.

The Court Case of a Governor

After the meeting, the club decided to do a club run and attend the court case of Lewis Langley. It's not ever day you see a former Los Santos Governor on trial. A man who has a questionable history. Phil Russo had the honors of acting as a road captain, during his first club run as a member and lead the club to the courthouse.

The Party

After the court case, the club attended a party at the Pier, hosted by the Out of Towners. The party had good music, good food, and a good time. It was also good to keep in touch with some old friends and other organizations in the city.

All in

The first thing Phil did as a full patched member was to get a hair transplant. As the person who prospected Phil required that he shave his head during his hang around and prospect phases. Even though Phil earned the full patch of the Lost MC, he knows this is not the end. He is going all in...

[Earl Mud]

[CyraX]

Edited April 9 by CyraX

[InduG]

Edited April 13 by InduG

[Mr_Desha]

Life at Stab City was more of a routine to everyone, all the efforts and time were 

directed towards the club business, where actually Desha and his brothers were 
giving everything. They had burnt themselves out, but they kept going as the club 
interest was the most important thing for them. The high table of Lost decided they 
should introduce something new to their business, something that would expand 
and set them apart even more, so they called for a meeting with their business 
partner to make new connections for a product, and they got to wait for an answer 
after a while. 

During this time the club president, Big Joe, has decided to move on to national 
rank, where he becomes a ceremonial & advisory figure after a long time of service 
and loyalty to the club, leaving the stage to the rest of the high table. Desha 
decided to step up, as he was confident that he was very ready for this moment, as 
he had learned a lot during his time as vice president. Elections started marking 
Desha Sparrow as the new president of the Lost Motorcycle Club with a majority 
vote. Desha wanted to start with new passion, clear goals, and a new approach 
where he raised the “Lost First” slogan, marking that if we satisfy members' 
happiness and interest as our first priority and club business as the second, we will 
be achieving the club's interest. Desha moving up as the new chapter president has 
left a vacancy in the vice president position, where his own brother Kika has 
decided to move up as well as their friend Earl Mudd moving up to sergeant at 
arms. Both have won their new seats with a majority vote, putting them as the new 
Lost leaders with Desha. Where now we can say that “The 3 Lost Horsemen," who 
fought for the club in its worst cases, became the top three, where they now are 
aiming to take a progressive approach rather than staying in the survival mode.

The high table decided that the club will be moving from the isolation policy into 
more engagement where the club people were more of alone together up at Stab 
City, now they will be working more with other groups, not just business but more 
on the field through different stuff they will pick together. Desha started going 
around speaking with different leaders around the city, stating the new changes 
within the club and his interest in more work with everyone.

A letter has arrived to the clubhouse for a meeting for the high table with the 
business partners of the club somewhere secluded where it seems like that their 
request has been answered, introducing them to a new connection from the borders 
of the state to help the club with supplying the city with new products.

Even with the new changes introduced with the new leadership, they have decided 
that they will be holding onto their position of the city gunrunners. Protecting their 
values of mutual respect, diplomacy, and helping smaller groups to set up as long 
as their interest doesn’t contradict the club’s business. Moving forward with new 
passion and hope to make the club a better place for everyone.

[Kika]

Kika, after getting patched as a member, started making more friends around the
club, where he had actually broadened his friend circle from his brothers to the
club members, making a big family. He started climbing ranks along with his
brother, gaining more experience day after day.

Kika shifted his focus to being the best in different activities as he started working
hard to help the club with their drug stash. He started learning from Earl the different recipes
to get it right, but what made Kika different than any other criminal was that he
studied the different labs’ locations, hidden spots, and tables also, he started noting
down how long it would take for each drug type to cook and in what quantities,
forming the best cooking tactic that he would pass along to his brother later on to
be the best duo in the club.

An enforcer position was vacant, and Kika was chosen to be the next enforcer to
start his own way of teaching new people how to do stuff and helping them out
with money and weapons to start their way in the club, but Kika didn’t forget his
goal of being the best in most of the club activities.

Earl Mudd and Kika had set a challenge between them where the goal was being
the best chef, both started working hard, satisfying all of the club's needs, and also
working towards their goal. Kika started working on a daily basis, testing different
grams of the ingredients to reach the top product. After a while, from both working
hard, Kika managed to find out the best formula for all of the drug recipes, where
he got labeled as the "MasterChef."

After some changes in the high table, Desha has moved up to become the Sergeant
At Arms of the club, where the space was open for both Kika and Earl to move up,
marking a new era for the drop squad, where Kika showed very prominent
performance supporting the club business, where he was one of the main pillars
that carried the club in its worst situations.

The club has always had the tradition of cage fights between its own members. At
first Kika was like any other member sometimes win sometimes lose but later own
after fighting more in the cage and learning new tactics he managed to beat all of
the club members turning himself to be invincible where he acquired the duster
patch. He didn’t only stop within the club house door, but he actually managed to
beat whoever he fights while representing the club in different events.

A leadership shift occurred within the club, where Kika became the new sergeant
at arms of the club after his brother moved to be the new vice president. Kika
introduced a lot of updates to the drop squad, making it more efficient and easier
for him and his lieutenants to work.

The club was always known for its neutrality and non-intervention, focusing only on a business approach,
 but there was a day that the club had to take a different stance with a group of bandits who directly 
disrespected the business and the longterm relationship, and yet they proceeded to break the 
diplomatic trust of the club, so Kika, Desha, and the rest of the table formed a solid plan where 
they managed to use the club’s influence to start a massive embargo movement against the 
group of bandits, where actually that group was already hated enough, and they didn’t last for
 1 week after the club’s plan worked.

Quite weeks have hit the club, where things started to get slow and Kika and his
brothers tried to get the wheel spinning. Big Joe decided to step away, opening the
way up for new blood, passion, and goals. Desha was elected to be the new
president of the club, Kika, the new vice president of the club, and Earl, the new
sergeant at arms. All won the majority vote.

Kika started working along with Desha and Earl towards their new goals, preparing
for massive events and a possible official business for the club very soon. The
future still carries a lot for Kika and the club, but he is always looking forward to
giving out all that he has for the betterment of it.

[Alexiel151]

The wind smelled of iron and salt and something older than the city as it threaded itself through the skeleton of the high-rise. Vex sat perched on the arm of the crane, legs hooked around steel like it was her bike. Below, the streets were a patchwork of glinting roofs and taillights; above, the sky was a clean, indifferent blue. Her long white hair danced in the wind, sometimes playfully tickling her face. Her eyes—the kind of green that made people wonder if she’d stolen color from the countryside—were fixed on the little leather journal in her lap. She turned a page slowly, each movement deliberate. The pages were full of short entries, jagged sentences scratched between smudged fingerprints, coffee stains, blood, and grease. A lifetime in shorthand. August — Tor and Kalel taught me to run light. Brotherhood rules: never trip the ghosts. September — Big Joe put us on the map. Lost gave us a chance, taught us the city. November — The High Rollers paid in heat and secrets. Banks taught me timing. Cartels taught me silence. She smiled without humor at that last line and smoothed a thumb over a blot of ink as if it might erase what had been written. Memory didn’t live in tidy paragraphs. It lived as small explosions: the clink of wrenches in a dim garage where Tor and Kalel showed her how to strip a tail light and laugh about the kids they used to be; Big Joe, Alfie, and Earl hauling their battered crew into Stab city with a wink and a brown paper envelope after a hard day chopping; the searing neon of High Rollers’ back rooms where she learned to crack vaults and watch men trade promises like currency. “We were good,” she wrote once, then crossed it out. “We were loud.” The journal smelled of oil and rain, and pages rifled under her fingers as a gust teased them. She pinched a corner and held the book like a fragile animal. High Rollers had taught her more dangerous things than the Brotherhood ever could. In their cramped safehouses she learned to map a bank vault by sound, to read a man’s fear in the tremor of his hands. The cartel taught the calculus of risk—routes, drop-offs, coded times. And when the greenhouse idea came, it was Vex who shaped it: she brokered the handshake between the High Rollers and Lost, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt to a steadier angle. Vex finally accepted a home in Lost MC like someone stepping back into the place where heat fits. With Lost, she brought a barbed grin and a taste for things done at full throttle. Kika, Desha, Earl—her brothers now—welcomed her whole. She found a mentor in Big Joe; She found a steadiness she hadn’t known she needed in Cleetus. She closed the book and slid out another page. Entries became talismans: some names of people who were now only shadows; the rest, family. January — Jump tower with Kika. Bob gave me a Hello Kitty bandage before the world became nothing but color. Pull cord. Prove you trust the world not to break you. February - I am a Chaplin now... I hope I can live up to this. The wind lifted the page from her knee and tugged it kitten-soft, then harder. Vex watched the words flutter, watched inked letters spin into the bright air and scatter like frightened pigeons before the city. She let more go, one by one, a handful of paper snow. Each page caught a sunbeam, made a small promise, and fell. She stood, boots making a soft scrape against the cold metal. She sat on the edge for one long heartbeat, feeling the city breathe beneath her. Then she shoved off. The fall framed everything into brilliance: the raw blue sky, the distant honk of a cab, the emerald flash of her own eyes reflected in some far-off window. For a second she was weightless and young and utterly unafraid. The cord was a familiar thing in her hand, a simple hinge between chaos and control. Fingers practiced and sure, she pulled. The parachute opened with a startled clap, and for the first time in a long while Vex let herself laugh—low and ragged and full of the small feral joy that had once made her a thief of headlights and a breaker of rules. The city rolled out beneath her like a map of choices she had already made: Brotherhood lines, the high risks of the High Rollers, the rough comfort of Lost. She drifted down, white hair streaming like a banner, journal pages dancing behind her in the wind—ghosts of a past she carried and sometimes shed, all of them part of the woman who rode with a bike between her legs and a world of trouble behind her eyes. Landing would be another moment, another calculation, another story to write in a book she never quite finished. For now, she rode the air and let the city watch.

[raganrogaine]

Once Alfie stepped into the treasurer role, he realized how much work it truly takes to run a successful club. 

He learned everything from the other command members, and hit the ground running. 
Eventually, the constant day to day struggles and stress started to get to him, so he began re-evaluating his role in all of this,
and had to ask himself "is this really want I want to do?" He thought for a long time, and decided after 10 months, perhaps it was
time to try out something else. He handed in his kutte, and left the club behind for a gang based down south.

It only took him 4 short days to realize maybe the city life isn't for him. The constant stream of sirens and bums
always running around asking for money, or just being assaulted standing peacefully by at legion made him realize he needed
some sort of vacation. He decided to leave the new organization he just joined, and spend a month away from the city. 
He began to hear whispers of possible changes happening within the lost MC, so he decided to poke his nose back around and see
what the fuss was about. Not wanting the responsibility of a command role anymore, he decided to rejoin his family as member.

Upon joining back, he realized that the whispers were true. The lost underwent yet another command regime change, placing redacted
in the president position. This led to a much more member and morale focused style of leading. We upped the aggression a bit towards
law enforcement, and those who oppose us.

 

Edited May 5 by raganrogaine