SpeeD1Tn Posted February 10 Share Posted February 10 Activity Number: 221 Activity Type: SR Activity Date: 10/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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SpeeD1Tn Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 Activity Number: 222 Activity Type: SRs Activity Date: 11/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 Activity Number: 223 Activity Type: SRs Activity Date: 11/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted February 11 Author Share Posted February 11 RP Number: 31 Participants: @SpeeD1Tn RP Story: In the gritty streets of Fort Carson, a shadowy figure named Donovan had carved out a niche for himself as an underground enforcer. Operating outside the bounds of the law, Donovan offered "protection" services to local businesses in exchange for a percentage of their weekly income. His dangerous appearance and criminal connections made him an unavoidable force in the underworld of Fort Carson. One day, Donovan walked into a small diner owned by Tony, a hardworking entrepreneur. Tony, aware of Donovan's illicit dealings, couldn't refuse the unspoken threats that lurked beneath Donovan's menacing demeanor. Tony: (nervously) "What brings you here, Donovan?" Donovan: (smirking) "Tony, you're vulnerable. I can offer protection—for a price." Tony, intimidated by Donovan's criminal aura, hesitated but understood the unspoken consequences. Tony: (reluctantly) "Fine. What's the deal?" Donovan: (leaning in) "For a modest percentage, you get my protection. No one messes with you or your business." Tony, not wanting trouble but feeling cornered, reluctantly agreed to Donovan's illicit proposition. As the weeks went by, Donovan's criminal presence proved effective. His reputation for handling situations with force deterred troublemakers, and the diner flourished under the illicit sense of security. One day, Donovan visited Tony to collect his percentage. Tony: (handing over cash) "It's a tough business, but thanks for keeping us safe, Donovan." Donovan: (nodding) "Just doing my job. Your success is my success." Word spread, and soon, other businesses sought Donovan's illegal "protection" services. His percentage-based model became a staple in the criminal underbelly of Fort Carson, transforming him into a feared enforcer who ensured the prosperity of the local establishments while earning a living through the shadowy trust he built with the criminal community. As weeks turned into months, Donovan's criminal grip on Fort Carson tightened. Businesses fell under his influence, and the town's underbelly danced to the rhythm of his illicit dealings. The law turned a blind eye, either out of fear or complicity. Screenshot(s): https://imgur.com/a/VlyNXkJ 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted February 11 Author Share Posted February 11 RP Number: 32 Participants: @SpeeD1Tn RP Story: In the sprawling cityscape of Los Santos, a beleaguered CEO found themselves at the mercy of the powerful Outlaw Extortionists who held the city in their iron grip. Faced with relentless threats and intimidation, the CEO reluctantly yielded to the Outlaws' demands for "protection." Outlaw Extortionist, smirking menacingly: "Your business is thriving, huh? It'd be a shame if anything happened to it. You need our protection, and it comes at a price." CEO, trembling with fear: "What do you want? I'll pay, just don't hurt us." The Outlaw Extortionists, controlling the city's every nook and cranny, dictated a weekly payment, the weight of their influence casting an ominous shadow over the once-independent business. As the weeks passed, the CEO struggled under the relentless financial strain imposed by the Outlaws. Every Friday brought a dreaded visit from the Extortionists, collecting their dues and leaving an atmosphere of palpable fear in their wake. Outlaw Extortionist, callously: "You're lucky we're here to protect you. Keep the payments coming, and you won't have any problems." The CEO, cornered and fearful for the safety of the business and its employees, could do nothing but comply with the demands. The city, seemingly thriving on chaos orchestrated by the Outlaws, kept the CEO ensnared in a cycle of extortion. One day, unable to bear the burden any longer, the CEO considered seeking help from law enforcement or rival factions, but the omnipresence of the Outlaws made any escape seem impossible. As the CEO navigated the city's treacherous terrain, haunted by the looming shadows of the Outlaw Extortionists, the story unfolded as yet another tale of a reluctant alliance forged in fear and desperation, where survival meant submitting to the control of the powerful criminal syndicate. Screenshot(s): https://imgur.com/a/EwKsI6J 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted February 11 Author Share Posted February 11 RP Number: 33 Participants: @SpeeD1Tn @Orten RP Story: In the moonlit alleys of San Fierro, a city alive with secrets, I, known only as "Silhouette," embraced the shadows as my allies. My life had become a dance of darkness and secrets, a perilous journey driven by the lethal art of being a professional hitman. One night, a mysterious client named Robert reached out, desperate for resolution through violence. Money exchanged hands, sealing the pact that would send me on a mission to extinguish a life. Robert: (whispering) "Make it clean, make it quiet. I want no traces." Silhouette: (nodding) "Discretion is my specialty. You won't even hear a whisper." As the target's name echoed through the narrow alley, I disappeared into the night, blending seamlessly with the inky blackness. Every move, every step, was meticulously planned. Precision was my deadliest weapon. The target, a man of consequence, lived his final moments unaware of the imminent danger. I moved like a phantom through the corridors of destiny. Silhouette: "In this world, emotions are a luxury I cannot afford. I am an instrument of fate, a harbinger of darkness." The silence of the night shattered as a silenced shot rang out—a fleeting whisper marking the end for the chosen one. As my target crumpled to the ground, I melted back into the shadows, leaving no trace of my presence. The next morning, Robert found the proof of my success in his mailbox—a subtle reminder that the shadows had claimed another soul. Silhouette: "The art of assassination is a dance with death, and in the end, everyone pays their dues." As I disappeared into the night, my existence lingered only in whispers and the fading echoes of silenced footsteps—a phantom of the shadows, bound by the code of my deadly profession in the heart of San Fierro. Screenshot(s): https://imgur.com/a/66hqTgw 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted February 11 Author Share Posted February 11 RP Number: 34 Participants: @SpeeD1Tn @Orten RP Story: In the bustling heart of the city, bathed in the glow of neon lights, the notorious gang known as "Outlaws" seized the opportunity for a daring armed robbery of a high-end jewelry store. It wasn't the cover of night, but the chaotic rhythm of the city's heartbeat that they aimed to exploit. Armed and masked, the Outlaws stormed into the jewelry store in broad daylight. The leader, a shrewd tactician, knew that speed was of the essence. Shadow Leader: "Hit the cases fast, and be ready for a swift exit. No room for mistakes." The first shattering glass triggered immediate alarms. Panic ensued as the Outlaws hastily scooped up gleaming jewels. The blaring sirens echoed through the store. Police responded swiftly, converging on the scene. The Outlaws, undeterred by the growing chaos, moved with ruthless efficiency. The city's law enforcement arrived to witness a jewelry store in disarray, but the Outlaws were already making their escape. Shadow Leader (mocking through a hidden earpiece): "Too slow, officers. The shadows move faster than your response." As the Outlaws vanished into the bustling cityscape, the authorities were left with a crime scene still echoing with alarms. The stolen spoils glittered in the hands of the elusive gang, leaving the city to grapple with the audacity of a daytime armed robbery that had unfolded in the unforgiving glare of the midday sun. Screenshot(s): https://imgur.com/a/ilxY0ki 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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SpeeD1Tn Posted February 12 Share Posted February 12 (edited) Turf Number: 21 Turf Date: 12/02/2024 Turf Screenshots: Spoiler Before After Edited February 12 by SpeeD1Tn 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 12 Share Posted February 12 Activity Number: 225 Activity Type: SR Activity Date: 12/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: Activity Type: JB Activity Date: 12/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 12 Share Posted February 12 Turf Number: 22 Turf Date: 12/02/2024 Turf Screenshots: Spoiler Before After 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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SpeeD1Tn Posted February 13 Share Posted February 13 Turf Number: 23 Turf Date: 13/02/2024 Turf Screenshots: Spoiler Before After 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 13 Share Posted February 13 Activity Number: 226 Activity Type: SR Activity Date: 13/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 13 Share Posted February 13 Activity Number: 227 Activity Type: SR Activity Date: 13/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 13 Share Posted February 13 Activity Number: 228 Activity Type: SR Activity Date: 13/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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VeX Posted February 14 Author Share Posted February 14 RP Number: 35 Participants: @Bostonking RP Story: In the dimly lit back alleys of Los Santos, an Outlaw street dealer, known for providing an assortment of illicit items, found a customer seeking something more tangible – a brass knuckle. Outlaw Dealer, discreetly: "Looking for a little extra security, huh?" Customer, nodding cautiously: "Yeah, something I can trust." The Outlaw Dealer, a master of the shadows, produced a sturdy brass knuckle with a sinister gleam. Outlaw Dealer: "This ain't your average knuckle. It packs a punch. Yours for the right price." Customer, eyeing the weapon: "How much we talking?" Outlaw Dealer, negotiating with a smirk: "forty, and you'll be walking with confidence." After a brief exchange of cash, the customer pocketed the brass knuckle. Customer, testing its weight: "Hope it does the job." Outlaw Dealer, fading into the darkness: "Trust me, you won't be disappointed. Keep it low-key out there." As the customer melted into the urban labyrinth, the Outlaw Dealer vanished into the shadowy corners of Los Santos, leaving behind the hushed whispers of yet another transaction in the city's clandestine world. Screenshot(s): https://imgur.com/a/fXH5wVc 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted February 14 Author Share Posted February 14 RP Number: 36 Participants: @Bostonking RP Story: In the gritty backstreets of Los Santos, an Outlaw street dealer, renowned for his underworld connections, met a customer seeking a particular substance—speed. Outlaw Dealer, discreetly: "Looking for a little something to pick up the pace?" Customer, glancing around cautiously: "Yeah, need something potent. What've you got?" The Outlaw Dealer, with a knowing smile, produced a small bag containing speed. Outlaw Dealer: "This is top-notch stuff. You won't find anything stronger on these streets." Customer, examining the merchandise: "How much for the ride?" Outlaw Dealer, negotiating: "50, no less. It's the real deal you’ve got over 3g here." After a quick exchange of cash, the customer pocketed the illicit substance. Customer: "Hope it lives up to the hype." Outlaw Dealer, blending back into the shadows: "You won't be disappointed. Keep it low-key out there." As the customer navigated the city's underbelly, the Outlaw Dealer vanished into the urban darkness, leaving behind the echoes of yet another transaction in the clandestine world of Los Santos. Screenshot(s): https://imgur.com/a/1vlQXxF 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeX Posted February 14 Author Share Posted February 14 RP Number: 37 Participants: OutLaws RP Story: In the quiet expanse of Flint County, hidden amidst rolling hills and forgotten by the buzz of city life, the Outlaws operated a clandestine narcotics laboratory. Their latest batch of illicit substances had been perfected, and the time had come to transport it discreetly to their Los Santos warehouse. In early morning, the Outlaws loaded the carefully packaged narcotics into the trunks of inconspicuous cars. The leader, well-versed in evading detection, mapped out a route that twisted through remote backroads and avoided the prying eyes of law enforcement. One car, driven by a skilled Outlaw Transporter, wound through the rural landscape, navigating the shadows that cloaked their movements. With precision and caution, they skirted the edges of Flint County, heading towards the coast. As they reached the secluded shoreline, a hidden dock awaited them. A boat, equipped to transport their precious cargo across the waters, lay in silence. The narcotics were transferred from the cars to the boat, each package handled with the utmost care. Shadow Leader: "We'll take the water route to Los Santos. Less chance of unwanted attention." The boat, guided by a seasoned Outlaw captain, sliced through the calm waters, leaving the Flint County laboratory behind. The city lights of Los Santos beckoned in the distance, and the anticipation of a successful transfer hung in the salty air. Arriving at a discreet warehouse along the Los Santos docks, the Outlaws swiftly unloaded the narcotics. The operation, executed with meticulous planning, marked another successful chapter in their shadowy dealings. As dawn broke, the Outlaws dispersed, leaving the laboratory in Flint County and the warehouse in Los Santos connected by a clandestine thread that only they could see. The illicit substances had transitioned seamlessly from one secret location to another, leaving no trace of their journey through the quiet waters and darkened roads. Screenshot(s):https://imgur.com/a/BigBROW 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpeeD1Tn Posted February 15 Share Posted February 15 Activity Number: 229 Activity Type: SR Activity Date: 15/02/2024 Activity Screenshots: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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