JiirakDaniels

Roleplay Title: Drive It Like You Stole It. Roleplay Participant: Outlaws × CripZ~ | @CIRO, @Happ, Fart, JiirakDaniels. Story and Screenshots:

Roleplay Title: Guns for Gears. Roleplay Participant: Outlaws × CripZ~ | @CIRO, @Happ, Fart, JiirakDaniels. Story and Screenshots:

Original Post Participants: CripZ @OutLawsBOT @JiirakDaniels RolePlay Story: Was out runnin’ daily errands, nothin' major — then the phone rang. Couple bars hit me up, said they runnin’ low on liquor. Can't have the city dry, not on CripZ watch. Swerved plans, headed straight to our alcohol facility on the edge of Red County. Loaded the truck with our finest bottles — whiskey, vodka, you name it. Crates stacked to the roof. First stop? The main club in Los Santos, place always poppin’. Restocked the whole backroom, bartenders smiling wide. Next up — few janky old bars in the hood. Dusty, but loyal. Hooked them up, no questions asked. Final stop — the OutLaws private bar out in the sticks. They solid with us, always been loyal customers. Rolled in, met the usual homie outside. Brought the crates in personally to Jacky the bartender. He dropped the payment, fat envelope. I nodded, dipped out. CripZ keep the city lit — one bottle at a time. Screenshots:

Activity Type: V.I.P. Activity Date: 06/08/2025 Activity Screenshot : Credits : PABLO

Activity Type: Store Robbery Activity Date: 06/08/2025 Activity Screenshot : Credits : PABLO

Activity Type: Store Robbery Activity Date: 05/08/2025 Activity Screenshot :

Activity Type: Jail Break Activity Date: 04/08/2025 Activity Screenshot :

Turf Number: 721 Turf Date: 04/08/2025 Turf Screenshots:

Address: General Store Account name: mamo123 Last seen: 28th June 2025 Screenshots:

Address: General Store Account name: mamo123 Last seen: 28th June 2025 Screenshots:

Original post Participants: CripZ / @JiirakDaniels @OutLawsBOT RolePlay Story: It was one of them slow-ass afternoons, sun cookin’ the hood like bacon grease. Me and my day-one homie Vex was posted at the CripZ base, kickin’ back on them raggedy-ass lawn chairs, puffin’ on some loud and sippin' on that cheap ass forty. Outta nowhere, Vex lit up, looked at me like he had some big-ass idea. "Ayo, you ever heard of the Outlaws?" he asked, leanin’ in like it was top secret. I squinted. "Outlaws? Ain’t they them wild-ass boys runnin' the southside?" "Yeah," he said. "My boy Jiirak ridin’ with 'em. Said they celebratin’ a major W in they game, big money moves. Thinkin' it’s time we plug in wit' them." I ain’t need no more convincing. We CripZ don’t pass up no bag. We made the call, chopped it up with Jiirak over burner, and boom—deal struck. Them Outlaws needed a steady supply of party juice, and who better to deliver than us? So me and Vex hopped in the whip—a beat-up gray Rumpo van smellin’ like gas and success. We loaded that bitch with our finest brew: hood-favorite beers, high-class vodka, moonshine strong enough to slap ya granny, and even a few of them special THC-infused jungle juices. Them green bottles glowed like radioactive gold. We hit the road, bumpin’ some old-school West Coast heat, rollin’ deep through Los Santos streets till we pulled up at the Outlaws’ base. Jiirak was already there, leanin’ on a rusty lowrider, puffin' on a Black & Mild like it was gospel. He gave us the nod. “Unload it over there, by the crates. Keep it lowkey.” We stacked them boxes, neat and tight like Tetris pros. After that, we all sat down on some busted couches, sparked a fat blunt and passed it ‘round like communion. We got to talkin’ ‘bout trust, street loyalty, makin’ a solid pipeline—CripZ and Outlaws, side by side, breakin’ bread and buildin’ legacy. Shit felt like the start of somethin’ real. Jiirak even said, “This ain’t no one-time deal, homies. Y’all fam now.” After the smoke cleared and the bottles clinked, we dap’d up, shared a few more laughs, and said our goodbyes. Me and Vex slid back in the van, speakers still thumpin’, trunk now empty but pockets feelin’ heavy. Another win for the CripZ. Hustle don’t stop. Screenshots:

RP Title: The Chop Shop Sting Participants: Mrwan, JiirakDaniels, CiiR0, PABLO RP Story:

Activity Type: Store Robbery Activity Date: 30/06/2025 Activity Screenshot :

Address: Airport Parking Company Account name: schylar1 Last seen: 10th March 2025 Screenshots:

Original Post Roleplay & Number: Shadow Shipment: Rebels MC and Dangerous Trade & 8 Date: 31.03.2025 Participant(s): @JiirakDaniel @RebelsMotorcycleClub Story & Screenshot(s): Two weeks ago, I had a phone call with one of the Rebels MC members. His voice was deep and firm, and he got straight to the point. "Jirak wants to meet you in person. Come to the clubhouse." It was short and direct. I took the directions and hung up without saying much. The Rebels MC clubhouse was hidden behind an old repair shop on the outskirts of the city. When I arrived at the gate, two burly men gave me scrutinizing looks. "They’re expecting me," I said calmly. One of them opened the door, and I stepped inside. The atmosphere was dimly lit. At the table sat a tall man with a thick black beard reaching down to his chest. I recognized him immediately Jirak, one of the most influential figures in Rebels MC. Jirak stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gestured for me to sit. "You know, we always keep our business clean. But sometimes… adjustments need to be made," he said in his rough voice. "I'm listening," I replied, leaning back in the chair. "We need to send high quality motorcycles and parts to San Fierro. We want to use your company. You handle the logistics, and we'll accompany you to the ship to oversee the loading process. We need to be sure our goods reach their destination safely." I nodded. "These kinds of deals come with a price, Jirak." He chuckled. "Of course, we don’t expect a free service. Name your price. But just know if something goes wrong, we don’t just lose money." I noticed the men around the room eyeing me carefully, all on high alert. I leaned forward and presented our price proposal. Jirak listened intently, then nodded. "Alright. Consider it done." A few days later, we began the loading process at the docks. Jirak and a few of his men stood by, watching every step closely. His eyes never left the motorcycles. For us, everything was going according to plan. The hidden packages inside the motorcycle parts were our real profit. Rebels MC never asked too many questions as long as their shipment arrived safely. As the last motorcycle was loaded onto the ship, Jirak approached me. "Everything looks like it's going smoothly. Let’s hope it stays that way." I gave him a confident smile. "Everything is under control." Jirak and his men mounted their bikes and rode away as soon as the loading was completed. For us, this wasn’t just another business deal. The hidden packages inside the crates were the most crucial part of our plan. The ship’s engines roared to life, and its horn let out a long farewell sound. Until San Fierro’s port came into view, we wouldn’t be at ease. But then again, we always enjoyed taking risks.