Medellin - Roleplays

[WenDo]

Welcome to the Medellin Cartel Roleplays Archive

Bienvenidos! This is the official archive of our Roleplays. Here you’ll find media coverage of our Roleplays. Stay tuned as we showcase the power, influence, and legacy of the Medellin Cartel across San Andreas.

Whether it's blood, bullets, or big wins — we document it all.

[WenDo]

September - Week 2

 

Operation: Refill of the Arsenal – Los Santos [#6]
Date: 14/09/2025
Participants: @WenDo

The streets of Los Santos never rest, and neither does the Cartel. Earlier today, I paid a visit to John — an old friend of ours and the man behind the Ammu-Nation located across from our base. Trust and business go hand in hand in this city, and John knows very well what happens when loyalty is rewarded.

After a short conversation, we struck a deal for a fresh batch of weapons and ammunition. Boxes were stacked and sealed, the firepower ready to serve the Medellín cause. Without hesitation, I loaded everything into the back of the Patriot, its engine roaring as I drove the cargo back to our base.

Once inside our warehouse, I stored the shipment securely, ensuring our soldiers would never run dry in times of war. The Vice Patrón — my right hand — was informed immediately. The arsenal of the Medellín Cartel is once again full, prepared for any battle San Andreas dares to bring to our gates.

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Operation: Supplying the Streets – Deal with CripZ [#7]
Date: 14/09/2025
Participants: @WenDo@kikoz

 

Business never stops for the Medellín Cartel. Today, I called upon Commandante Kikoz to join me on a delivery run. CripZ had reached out — their warehouse in Red County had run dry of cocaine, and when the streets call for supply, Medellín answers.

We rolled out, Kikoz behind the wheel of our loaded Yosemite while I led the way in my Audi RS7. At the Red County warehouse, we filled the truck with fresh cocaine, packing it tight for the ride into Los Santos. With Kikoz following close behind, we made our way to the Pier, where the exchange with CripZ was waiting.

The deal went smoothly. Cocaine was delivered, money secured, and ties with our allies strengthened. While business was handled, I left my RS7 in their garage for an inspection and oil change — even in this life, loyalty extends to the smallest details. Once everything was settled, Kikoz and I drove off, another successful chapter in Medellín’s growing empire.

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Edited Sunday at 14:56 by WenDo

[WenDo]

September - Week 3

Operation: Docks Exchange — Cash & Cargo [#8]
Date: 18/09/2025
Participants: @kikoz

 

Night fell over the Ocean Docks and the city’s noise faded into waves and the hiss of distant cranes. I moved quiet — slipping to the back side of the loading area to collect the cocaine destined for the Medellín warehouse. No lights, no witnesses; that’s how we make business — clean and efficient.

The shipment was secured and driven back to our warehouse where the exchange was to be completed. Crates unloaded, the product moved into storage — everything went to plan. Then came the final step: the pay-off. Under an abandoned warehouse miles from the city, I retrieved the duffel bag — heavy, double-zipped — and felt the weight of what was inside: $1,500,000 in cold bills, proof of another successful operation and payment for risk.

We stored the cargo, counted the money, and closed the night knowing Medellín’s shelves and coffers were fuller for it. Business handled, loyalty confirmed — the streets remember who keeps supply steady.

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Operation: High-Stakes Export — Red Sultan Run [#9]
Date: 18/09/2025
Participants: @kikoz

Old ties pay off. I met with Mike — a veteran who’s owed Medellín more than a few favors — and he brought an offer too big to ignore: $15,000,000 for a top-tier shipment of cocaine and assorted goods. The buyer’s friends wanted discretion and speed; we gave them both.

I rolled up in a decent-looking red Sultan, crates hidden inside like any respectable courier job. The city wasn’t kind that night — a police check post nearly clipped us on the way. Tires screamed and hearts raced, but we slipped past just in time and pushed straight toward the Ocean Docks. At a quiet, pre-planned spot I moved the cargo into our Yosemite to clear any glaring suspicion, then drove the load to the backside of the pier.

No theatrics, only efficiency: we shoveled the goods onto the waiting boat, sealed the deal, and melted back into the city. The buyers left with high-quality product; Mike and I walked away with a life-changing payout. Another clean score for Medellín — risk met with reward, loyalty rewarded, business done.

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Operation: Half-Ton Exchange — Boat/Plane Run [#10]
Date: 18/09/2025
Participants: @kikoz@creptez

Kikoz and I rolled out from M base before dawn, the city still breathing slow. Word had come in: a single buyer wanted half a ton — 500kg — of product and a package of goods, all to be moved off the books. We loaded the convoy and headed for our secondary warehouse; with that weight and that money on the line, mistakes weren’t an option.

At the warehouse we moved fast. Crates were stacked into the car, seals checked, and every bag counted — the cargo was worth $1,500,000 and the air tasted like tension. Rumors had spread that the cops were breathing down Ocean Docks, watching the usual routes, so we scrapped the predictable plan and switched to a quieter drop. That change bought us time and kept the operation clean.

The transfer went smooth: the 500kg were loaded onto the boat-plane, sealed for export, and pushed away from the pier before dawn swallowed the horizon. When the engines faded, Kikoz and I counted the cash — the payout was real, heavy, and life-changing. Another perfect run for Medellín: supplier to buyer, trust honored, business closed.

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Operation: Midnight Shamal — One Ton Run [#11]
Date: 18/09/2025
Participants: @kikoz@creptez

The call came out of nowhere — an American number, short and to the point: one ton, shipped overnight. This wasn’t a regular job; this was the kind of run that changes ledgers and reputations. My friend briefed me in a whisper, the kind of whisper that makes you check the locks twice. I slipped a little bump of coke into my burrito — a bad habit, a good omen — and headed for Los Santos Airport.

The Shamal sat waiting like a shark on the tarmac. Crates were rolled and strapped, the cargo hold packed tight until the metal smelled like powder and oil. My role was simple and absolute: get that plane to San Fierro, hand it off clean, and come back with proof of payment. Engines lit, the city fell away under the landing lights, and we flew into the dark with a single heavy parcel of Medellín’s product.

We touched down in SF and waited, tense and quiet. When the men finally arrived they carried duffel bags like boulders — raw cash, $3,000,000 in green and rubber bands, two grand spent on bands alone. There was no counting; we weighed what they brought and trusted the scale and the handshake. The money was solid. The plane left lighter, our pockets heavier, and another risky night closed with everyone alive and paid. Medellín delivers — always.

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Edited 20 hours ago by WenDo