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Welcome to the Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club Media Archive, here we will be posting all of our activities, roleplays and events.

 

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#NUMBER BANK ROBBERY

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#NUMBER TURF WAR

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#1 ROLEPLAY
Re-claiming territory.


Participants: Franklin
Organizations: Hell Raisers MC
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The scorching sun hung high over the city of Los Santos as Franklin, the Vice President of the Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club, revved up his worn-out Burrito. Its engine rumbled with the echoes of past rides, and the leather-clad Franklin took a moment to feel the familiar vibration beneath him. He had a plan, a clandestine mission to reclaim what was rightfully theirs in the once-lost city of Dillimore.

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The Burrito tore through the highways, the wind whipping against Franklin's face as he approached the outskirts of Dillimore. The city, now a ghost town, held the memories of the Hell Raisers' former glory. Franklin parked his Burrito discreetly among the shadows, hidden beneath the branches of the overhanging trees.

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With practiced ease, he slipped into the dense bushes, the foliage providing cover for his reconnaissance. Pulling out his trusty sniper rifle, Franklin peered through the scope, scanning the area around the bar that was once the heart of the Hell Raisers' domain. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed for any signs of rival gangs or unwanted visitors.

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Satisfied that the coast was clear, Franklin descended from his concealed vantage point. The burly biker made his way to the Burrito, determination etched on his face. Opening the cargo doors, he revealed a cache of explosives carefully tucked away. It was time to send a message. Parking his Burrito at the entrance of the bar, Franklin moved swiftly. With meticulous precision, he planted bombs at strategic points, each explosive a declaration of the Hell Raisers' return. The once-silent Dillimore would soon resonate with the thunderous reminder that the city belonged to the Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club.

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As Franklin rode away on his Burrito, the city of Dillimore laid silent under the watchful gaze of the sun. The Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club had returned, leaving a mined proclamation that Dillimore was still, and always would be, under their dominion. The mines remained untouched, a ticking reminder of the power the Hell Raisers held over their territory.

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#2 ROLEPLAY
Accident during arms smuggling.


Participants: Franklin
Organizations: Hell Raisers MC
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Under the unforgiving glare of the midday sun, the Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club stirred back to life which was already known to the whole of San Andreas. Franklin, the stoic Vice President of the club, received a call that signaled the revival of their notorious activities. The order was for a shipment of top-tier arms, a demand that needed to be met with the club's trademark efficiency.

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Franklin loaded the weapons into his inconspicuous Burrito van, the daylight casting long shadows as he prepared for the perilous journey ahead. The streets of Los Santos bustled with unsuspecting civilians, oblivious to the clandestine dealings taking place under the veneer of normalcy.

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As Franklin maneuvered through the city's intricate network of roads, fate took a turn for the worse. A sudden collision sent his Burrito careening into a wall, the impact echoing through the city. Blood streamed down his forehead, but the Vice President knew he couldn't afford any complications. No police involvement, no loose ends.

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With a grim resolve, Franklin, ever the professional, pressed on despite the pain and the smoke emanating from his damaged vehicle. The club's reputation was at stake, and he couldn't afford to falter.

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Arriving at the destination, Franklin unloaded the weapons with practiced precision, leaving them in the secure confines of the customer's garage. The transaction completed, he felt the weight of the day's challenges, blood still trickling down his face.

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Retracing his path, Franklin headed back to the Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club base, where the garage served not only as a drop-off point but also as a makeshift repair station. Skilled hands worked swiftly to mend the battered Burrito, and Franklin, fortunate to have escaped serious injury, could breathe a sigh of relief.

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Franklin, fortunate not to have suffered any injuries in the earlier collision, breathed a sigh of relief. The city's pulse continued, oblivious to the clandestine activities that unfolded within its streets. The Hell Raisers were back, their operations carried out with the same resilience that marked those who lived on the edge of society.

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#3 ROLEPLAY
Human Trafficking


Participants: Franklin, Mr. Thomas, MIA
Organizations: Hell Raisers MC
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Franklin, the vice president of the Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club, and Mr. Thomas, the secretary, found themselves back in business after a long hiatus. Eager to reclaim their roles, they hopped on their roaring Harleys, tearing through the dusty roads. While riding through the cities of San Andreas, they stumbled upon a prostitute, who was pretty much selling her-self on the streets. Appearing as nice bikers, they offered her a ride back to their club's base, which she accepted.

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Once they arrived back at the base, the prostitute offered to dance for them, which obviously they couldn't decline even though they both knew they had a job to do. She put up a show for them and as the sun set, Mr. Thomas and Franklin looked at each other and knew that it was enough slacking around and it was time to go.

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As Franklin turned on the engine of their custom Burrito with tinted windows, the prostitute already knew she was in danger, she tried escaping but she had no luck. They tied her up and threw her in the back of the Burrito. They were off to Bone County.

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Franklin and Mr. Thomas were very experienced at their jobs, so they knew exactly how to handle the situation and where it would be the perfect place to execute her and chop away her body parts. They arrived in Bone County and threw the prostitute out of the back of the Burrito when she tried to escape.

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As the prostitute was trying to escape, Mr. Thomas and Franklin were walking behind her laughing, knowing there was no exit on the other side of the tunnel.. she accepted her fate as Mr. Thomas, the secretary of the club pulled the trigger and shot her cold. The Burrito was loaded up full of the prostitute's body parts, ready to be sold to the first customer. Hell Raisers Motorcycle Club are back in business.

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