VeX Posted October 2 Author Share Posted October 2 (edited) Bank Robbery Number: 137 Bank Robbery Date: 02/10/2024 Bank Robbery Screenshots: Edited October 2 by voli 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted October 2 Author Share Posted October 2 (edited) Bank Robbery Number: 138 Bank Robbery Date: 02/10/2024 Bank Robbery Screenshots: Edited October 2 by voli 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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voli Posted October 4 Share Posted October 4 (edited) Event Number: 290 Event Type: lms Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: orten Screenshots: Spoiler Edited October 4 by voli Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted October 4 Author Share Posted October 4 Activity Type: Assisting BRs Activity Date:02/10/2024 Activity Screenshots: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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VeX Posted October 6 Author Share Posted October 6 (edited) Event Number: 290 Event Type: marathon Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: troones Screenshots: Edited October 7 by voli Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
voli Posted October 7 Share Posted October 7 Activity Type: SR Activity Date:05/10/2024 Activity Screenshots: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
voli Posted October 7 Share Posted October 7 Event Number: 291 Event Type: uzi/tec lms Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: matrix Screenshots: Spoiler Event Number: 292 Event Type: lms Prize: 1.000.000 Winner:koko Screenshots: Spoiler Event Number: 293 Event Type: Sniper lms Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: stranger Screenshots: Spoiler Event Number: 294 Event Type: KILL LWS Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: Flowz Screenshots: Spoiler Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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VeX Posted October 10 Author Share Posted October 10 (edited) RP Number: 89 Participants: N/A RP Story: The sun was setting over Los Santos, casting an orange glow on the streets as Jake "Bones" Sullivan approached the small corner store. Dressed in black, with a bandana pulled up over his face, he looked like trouble—and that was exactly what he was bringing tonight. Bones, a member of the OutLaws, had a mission: rob the store, get the cash, and get out clean. No hesitations. As he pushed the door open, the bell chimed, but Bones didn’t waste any time. He moved quickly toward the register, not even pretending to browse. The store was empty except for the old man behind the counter, who barely had time to look up before Bones was in front of him, his eyes cold and piercing behind the mask. "Open the register," Bones demanded, his voice low but full of threat. His hand slipped into his jacket, pulling out a gun, which he pointed directly at the cashier. The old man froze for a moment, eyes wide with fear. “Please, just—just take whatever you want!” he stammered, fumbling with the buttons on the register. His hands shook as he finally popped it open, revealing the bills inside. “Put it in the bag. Now,” Bones ordered, his voice harsh and impatient. He tossed a plastic bag on the counter and watched, gun still raised, as the man shakily began stuffing the cash into it. A few bills fluttered to the floor, but Bones didn’t care. He was focused on keeping this quick and quiet. “Faster,” he growled, eyes darting toward the door to make sure no one was coming. The man frantically shoved the rest of the money into the bag and slid it across the counter, his face pale with terror. “That’s all of it, I swear,” the cashier mumbled, raising his hands in surrender. Bones grabbed the bag without a word, his gloved fingers tightening around the handle. He backed toward the door, keeping the gun trained on the cashier until he was out. As the bell chimed again when he stepped outside, Bones vanished into the darkening streets. His heart was pounding, but his movements were steady, slipping into an alley and blending into the shadows. The whole robbery had taken barely a minute. He didn’t care about the cameras—they hadn’t seen his face. With the bag of cash in hand, Bones knew the OutLaws would be pleased. This was just the beginning. The gang’s reach was growing, and tonight, they were one step closer to tightening their grip on the city. Screenshot(s): Imgur: The magic of the Internet Edited October 10 by VeX 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted October 10 Author Share Posted October 10 (edited) RP RP Number: 90 Participants: N/A RP Story: The night air was cool in Los Santos, the streets mostly empty, except for the occasional hum of a passing car. Marcus "Ace" Reyes, a seasoned member of the OutLaws, was out on the prowl. His sharp eyes scanned the quiet streets, always looking for opportunity. And tonight, he found it. Parked under the flickering glow of a streetlight was a car that stood out even in the dim light: a sleek purple and pink Infernus, gleaming as though it had just rolled off the lot. It was a car that screamed wealth, power, and carelessness, just sitting there on the street like an invitation. Ace felt a rush of excitement. This was the kind of score that could make his night. He casually approached the car, blending into the shadows as he checked the street around him. No witnesses, no cameras—just silence. Ace wasn’t sloppy; he knew how to pick the right moment. And this was it. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Ace reached into his jacket and pulled out his lock-picking tools. In seconds, the door was unlocked with a soft click. He slid into the driver’s seat, closing the door quietly behind him. The inside of the car was just as immaculate as the outside—leather seats, custom neon lights, and the faint smell of expensive cologne. "Nice ride," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. Without wasting a second, Ace ducked under the steering column and began hot-wiring the car. His hands moved with practiced precision, and within moments, the Infernus purred to life. The roar of the engine was like music to his ears. A grin spread across his face—this was going to be one hell of a payday. Easing the car into drive, Ace pulled away from the curb smoothly, the purple and pink glow of the Infernus cutting through the darkness. He kept his speed in check, not wanting to draw attention, but he knew once he hit the freeway, he could open it up. As he drove through the city streets, blending into the night, Ace knew that by morning, the car would be long gone, stripped for parts in one of the OutLaws’ chop shops. Another job done clean. Another win for the OutLaws. Screenshot(s):Imgur: The magic of the Internet Edited October 10 by VeX 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted October 10 Author Share Posted October 10 RP RP Number: 91 Participants: N/A RP Story: The dim, smoky light inside the OutLaws’ bar gave it a gritty, familiar vibe. Old rock music hummed low from the jukebox, and the smell of whiskey and leather filled the air. Jackson "Jax" Carter, one of the OutLaws’ most trusted transporters, sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a half-empty bottle of beer. It had been a quiet day, but quiet never lasted long in their line of work. His phone buzzed on the bar, vibrating against the glass. Jax glanced at it—an unlisted number. That wasn’t unusual in his world. He swiped to answer. "Yeah?" His voice was gruff, calm. The voice on the other end spoke low and direct, "It’s time. The car’s ready, fully loaded. Red County drop, as usual." Jax nodded, pushing his beer aside. "Got it. Same hideout?" "Same spot. Don’t get tailed. We can’t afford mistakes on this one." Jax ended the call without another word. He slid off the barstool and threw a few bills down for the drink before grabbing his black leather jacket. There was no need to talk to anyone else in the bar—everyone knew Jax had business to handle. His reputation as the gang’s go-to transporter was solid, built on years of smooth, mistake-free runs. Stepping outside into the cool night air, Jax made his way through the alley to the side garage. Inside sat a sleek black Admiral, loaded with their latest shipment. He had no idea exactly what was in the back, but he didn’t need to. Drugs, weapons—it didn’t matter. His job was to get it from point A to point B without any interference. That’s what he did best. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Jax felt the familiar rush of adrenaline kicking in. His fingers gripped the steering wheel, and he took a moment to survey the area. The gang’s base was secure, but once he hit the open road, anything could happen. He started the engine, the low rumble of the Admiral blending with the distant sounds of the city. As he pulled out of the garage and onto the street, the bright lights of Los Santos faded behind him, replaced by the quieter roads leading toward the rural outskirts. The drive to Red County wasn’t long, but it required precision. The route was carefully planned—back roads, avoiding major highways, cutting through stretches of farmland where cops rarely patrolled. Jax kept his eyes on the road, his mind sharp, knowing any slip-up could lead to serious consequences. As he drove deeper into the county, the stars began to fill the sky above. The quiet of the rural landscape was almost eerie compared to the chaos of the city. Finally, after a couple of hours, he spotted the old barn on the edge of a large field—their hideout. Jax pulled up and parked the Admiral, leaving the engine running. He would just have to leave the car there; someone would come to pick it up after he was gone. He glanced around, ensuring the area was clear, then stepped out of the vehicle. As the sound of the barn door creaking shut echoed behind him, Jax knew it wouldn’t be long before the next call came through. Screenshot(s):Imgur: The magic of the Internet 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted October 10 Author Share Posted October 10 RP RP Number: 92 Participants: N/A RP Story: The OutLaws’ bar was an exclusive VIP spot, often empty during the late hours, reserved for the gang’s most trusted members. Jax Carter leaned against the polished bar, nursing a whiskey as he took in the quiet atmosphere. It was a typical night, but he knew better than to get too comfortable. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He glanced down to see an unlisted number on the screen. He answered it without hesitation. “Yeah?” “Jax, it’s time,” came the voice on the other end, steady and direct. “We need you to move a shipment to the warehouse in Los Santos. It’s a purple G-Class Mercedes, loaded. Get it there fast.” “Got it,” Jax replied, adrenaline kicking in. “What’s in it?” “Just the usual. Drugs and cash. Get in, get out. Keep it clean.” He ended the call, slid his glass back on the bar, and stood up. With a determined stride, he headed toward the back exit, the silence of the bar enveloping him as he stepped out into the cool night air. Making his way to the garage, Jax approached the striking purple G-Class Mercedes. It was flashy, designed to draw attention and distract from the illegal cargo inside. Jax climbed into the driver’s seat, taking a moment to adjust the mirrors and steady himself. With a twist of the key, the engine roared to life, echoing in the quiet night. He backed out of the garage, merging onto the main road, Los Santos' city lights twinkling in the distance. The plan was straightforward: avoid major intersections and patrol routes, sticking to the back roads where the gang had a better chance of remaining undetected. Jax's heart raced with anticipation as he navigated the familiar streets, fully aware that any mistake could lead to trouble. As he drove deeper into Los Santos, he kept his focus sharp. The purple Mercedes stood out, but Jax was confident in his skills. He maneuvered through side streets, avoiding the bustling downtown area where police were more likely to take notice. Minutes turned into an hour as he approached the warehouse district. It was a maze of old industrial buildings and dimly lit streets. Jax pulled up to the designated warehouse—a large, unmarked structure that blended into its surroundings. After parking the purple G-Class near the entrance, he cut the engine and stepped out, surveying the area. The night was still, the faint sounds of the city barely reaching him. Everything seemed clear. He opened the back of the SUV, revealing the neatly stacked boxes filled with their latest shipment. Jax quickly unloaded the cargo, moving the boxes inside the warehouse. He worked quickly, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. Once everything was unloaded, Jax stepped back to admire the job. The shipment was safely stored, and he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. With the work done, he took one last look at the purple Mercedes before leaving it parked by the entrance. As he walked away, the city lights of Los Santos sparkled in the distance. Jax knew that the OutLaws were just getting started, and he was ready for whatever came next. Screenshot(s):Imgur: The magic of the Internet 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted October 10 Author Share Posted October 10 RP RP Number: 93 Participants: N/A RP Story: The night was cool and quiet as Jax Carter stood atop the roof of the OutLaws' base, eyeing the Maverick helicopter parked nearby. The aircraft was fully loaded with crates of weapons, ready for a crucial mission. Jax adjusted his gear, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. Tonight, he would be transporting the arms to a hidden hideout in Red County. He climbed into the cockpit, firing up the engines. The whirring noise echoed across the rooftop as he glanced back at the crates in the backseat, secured and ready for transport. Strapped in tight, they contained firearms and ammunition, essential supplies for the OutLaws’ operations. “Time to fly,” he muttered, tightening his grip on the controls. With a gentle tug, he lifted off the roof, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the helicopter ascended into the night sky. The city of Los Santos quickly faded into the distance as he navigated toward Red County. The lights of the city twinkled below, but Jax kept his focus sharp, steering clear of major highways and busy areas to avoid detection. As he flew, he thought about the hideout—an unassuming cabin deep in the woods of Red County. It was the perfect place to stash their arms, away from prying eyes. Jax felt a sense of urgency; the OutLaws relied on him to ensure their operations ran smoothly. After a few minutes of flying, the dense trees of Red County came into view. Jax scanned the area for the clearing that led to the cabin. He spotted it—a small opening in the treetops, just large enough for the Maverick to land. Jax descended carefully, adjusting the helicopter's altitude as he approached the ground. The rotors whirred loudly, slicing through the tranquil night air. He touched down with precision, the landing gear crunching against the forest floor. Once the helicopter came to a stop, Jax hopped out, his eyes darting around the dark surroundings. The woods were eerily quiet, but he felt the familiar adrenaline coursing through him as he moved quickly to the backseat. He began unloading the crates filled with weapons, moving them toward the cabin. “Gotta hurry,” he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the cargo in his arms. Each crate was heavy but manageable, and he worked quickly to ensure everything was inside before anyone could spot him. As he unloaded the last crate, Jax paused for a moment, taking in the rustic cabin nestled among the trees. The dim light from the cabin flickered in the darkness, and he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. With the weapons now safely stored away, the OutLaws’ operations would continue uninterrupted. With everything unloaded, Jax took one last look around the cabin. Satisfied that the cargo was secure, he climbed back into the Maverick for the return flight to the base. The engines roared back to life, and he lifted off, leaving the secluded hideout behind. The ride back was uneventful, but Jax remained vigilant, his eyes scanning the skies and ground for any signs of trouble. After a short flight, he arrived back at the OutLaws' base, relieved that the mission had gone off without a hitch. As he touched down on the roof, he felt a sense of pride in his work. The OutLaws were one step closer to solidifying their power, and Jax was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. Screenshot(s):Imgur: The magic of the Internet 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
voli Posted October 10 Share Posted October 10 Activity Type: Casino Rob Activity Date:10/10/2024 Activity Screenshots: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
voli Posted October 10 Share Posted October 10 (edited) Turf Number: 224 Turf /Date: 10/10/2024 Turf Screenshoots: Edited October 10 by voli Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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VeX Posted October 11 Author Share Posted October 11 (edited) Bank Robbery Number: 140 Bank Robbery Date: 11/10/2024 Bank Robbery Screenshots: Edited October 11 by voli Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Jasser Posted October 11 Share Posted October 11 Event Number: 295 Event Type: all vs all box Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: @Faysal Spoiler Spoiler 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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