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Roleplay & Number: A Debt Paid in Blood & 15 Date: 11.04.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): Scene 1: The Call It was a cloudy afternoon in San Fierro. The kind where the wind carries whispers and the streets feel colder than usual. I was sitting in my apartment, rolling a joint and staring at the skyline when my burner phone buzzed. Unknown number but I picked up. A low voice spoke. Calm, but with urgency underneath. “I need a good amount of your best stuff. No funny business. I pay fair.” I knew the voice. A mid tier criminal with ties all over San Fierro. Never flashy, never loud but serious. “Alright,” I replied. “Name the place.” Scene 2: The Meeting We met in one of San Fierro’s more run down neighborhoods neutral ground. The kind of place where cops don't ask questions and people mind their own business. I parked a few blocks away, checked the package twice, then walked to the meeting point. He was already waiting hands in his coat, eyes scanning the street. I opened my bag and showed him the product. “Looks solid,” he said, but before I could speak, he leaned in. “Forget the deal. I have a better offer. Double the money. All you need to do is take someone out.” I raised an eyebrow. “Who?” He told me about a man who had screwed him over stole money during a deal and vanished. He wasn’t just angry. He was embarrassed. And in our line of work, that’s worse than debt. “So... what do you say?” “Send me the address,” I answered. “I’ll handle it.” Scene 3: Preparation Back at my car, I sat behind the wheel, staring at the glovebox. Inside my old sniper rifle, wrapped in black cloth like a secret waiting to be told. I loaded it carefully, hands steady. I knew I’d only get one shot. He sent the location an old two story house a few blocks away, hidden behind cracked fences and rusted cars. I scoped the area. Found the perfect vantage point from an abandoned rooftop across the street. Scene 4: The Hit Twilight had begun to settle in. Shadows stretched across the cracked pavement. The guy, my client, walked up to the house and knocked. I could hear their voices faintly echoing through the air. Casual small talk. Friendly tones. Just enough to keep the target distracted. I exhaled slowly. Finger on the trigger. One shot. One debt settled. The bullet tore through the air like a whisper of death. A clean hit. The target dropped instantly his body collapsed onto the porch, lifeless. No screams. No panic. Just silence. Scene 5: The Escape The client didn’t flinch. He looked down at the body, checked his watch, and calmly walked back to the car like nothing happened. We met a block away. He handed me an envelope thick, heavy, just like promised. I checked it. All there. “Good work,” he said. “Pleasure doing business,” I replied. We parted ways. No words. No promises. Scene 6: The Aftermath Back home, I lit my joint and looked out the window. Somewhere across the city, sirens screamed too late, too far away. In San Fierro, the streets never sleep. Deals are made. Trust is broken. And sometimes, justice wears the face of a criminal.

Roleplay & Number: Red Carpet ,Black Mask & 14 Date: 11.04.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): Chapter 1: A Visit, A Thousand Suspicions In the nights of Los Santos, the casino lights continued to intoxicate the city. This territory was one of the most valuable jewels under our control. Money flowed from here. Power rose from here. Until that night… A guest arrived from Las Venturas: one of the key members of the Underground Empire, zk98. Known as one of the silent yet powerful casino barons. His visit was announced as a “courtesy,” but our people felt it instantly this wasn’t just a polite call. When zk98 stepped inside, he was flanked by four men, wearing a high collared black coat, with a poker face that didn’t flinch. He walked through the tables, watched the games… but what really caught his eye was the territory. Chapter 2: Words as Sharp as Looks A brief meeting followed the visit. Zk98 didn’t beat around the bush: zk98: “We know this place is yours. But from Las Venturas’ perspective, casinos in Los Santos are generally under the umbrella of the Underground Empire. It’d be wiser for us to find a common language.” The words were polite, but the message beneath them was sharp: “Either agree, or things get messy.” Our side was prepared. In the silence, our leader spoke: Our Representative: “Los Santos is our home. This is our table. But we didn’t come to fight we came to profit.” Our Representative (continued): “You can have the casino. But in return, we want the nightclubs. The spotlight belongs to us. We own the nights.” Chapter 3: The Winners’ Club Zk98 gave a subtle smile and nodded. Casinos were their specialty. Nightclubs? Just a side hustle for them. The deal was sealed. For the Las Venturas crew, this was a victory. For us, a show of strength. Gaining turf without firing a bullet the cleanest kind of win. That night, the Las Venturas crew invited us to their territory, to their grand casinos. A sort of "toast to the future" evening... We were hosted in luxury, seated in VIP lounges. Respect was mutual. Competition no longer hung in the air. Chapter 4: Peace on the Surface, Plans Beneath The agreement was in place. The casino was theirs, the nightclubs ours. Both sides walked away pleased. But in the underworld… peace never lasts forever.

Roleplay & Number: The Blabbermouth & 13 Date: 11.04.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): Chapter 1: Whispers and Suspicions The night shift had just started at the port of San Fierro. The ship, “Ocean Serpent”, was ready for loading. And what was inside? Crates full of weapons. The sender: SanCo Logistics seemingly a regular shipping company from the outside, but those in charge knew things weren’t that simple. The ship was headed to our company’s dock in Los Santos. The shipment was supposed to be a secret, but somewhere along the way, information had leaked. The FBI had grown suspicious after observing unusual activity around the port in recent days. Chapter 2: The Pursuit and the Confrontation One of our guys had picked up on it. He worked inside the company but was also one of the men responsible for “cleaning up.” Once word got out that FBI agents had been snooping around the port, he made his move. A bright orange Audi began tailing one of the agents through Downtown Los Santos quietly, yet with precision. The agent’s name was Agent 3ko. It was clear he was onto something: the man had been analyzing port maps, snapping photos, asking questions. In the early evening, while 3ko was driving near Palomino Avenue a bit outside the city a car suddenly cut him off. A vehicle with its headlights off blocked the road. Before the agent could reach for his weapon, Morde had already opened his car door. Morde: “Relax. I came here to talk. We’ve got something that could benefit us both.” Chapter 3: The Deal 3ko was cautious at first, but Morde acted quickly. He held a tablet in his hand it displayed the ship's coordinates, cargo details, and estimated time of arrival. Morde leaned in and spoke in a low voice: Morde: “The ship sets sail tonight. It’ll dock in the ‘S Sector’ of the Los Santos port. But as far as you’re concerned, you never heard that.” Then he popped the trunk. Inside, a steel case. He opened it for 3ko. It was full of cash $200,000 in cold, hard bills. Morde: “This is just for the intel. Stay out of our way and next time, you'll get double. But if you interfere with our business… you’ll be fish food in the Pacific.” 3ko said nothing. After a long pause, he nodded, took the case, and got back into his car. From that moment on, the FBI’s official surveillance dropped off. Morde keyed his radio and calmly reported: Morde: “The eagle’s given up the flight. Route’s clear.” Chapter 4: The Calm Before the Storm The ship left San Fierro at midnight. The route was open, radars were clear, and the FBI had been misdirected.But what no one knew was this: before 3ko left, he left a small trace behind. The money might’ve silenced him… but he hadn’t shut his eyes completely.

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Roleplay & Number: As easy As pie & 12 Date: 04.04.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): The Big Heist As the sun began to set, four old friends gathered in the living room, about to make the biggest decision of their lives. Sprawled out on the couch, sipping our drinks, we were all thinking the same thing: Money. Each of us was in a dire financial situation. Rent, bills, debts... They were all weighing us down. One of us finally broke the silence, "Man, we can't keep living like this. We need to do something." At that moment, the same idea sparked in all of our minds: A fast way to big money. After hours of discussion and brainstorming, we chose the riskiest but most profitable option: Robbing a cash transport vehicle. Preparation Jumping into a job like this without a plan would be foolish. We immediately called Andreas, a friend who worked as a lookout around LV Bank and knew the security routines. His voice grew serious over the phone: "Are you sure about this? This isn't a joke. But if you're really going for it, there are things you need to know." Andreas explained that every day at the same time, an armored truck picked up cash from the bank. It was usually guarded by two armed security personnel and a driver. The police patrols were most concentrated during the loading process, so we had to move fast and aggressively. We gathered our weapons, masks, and escape plan. The plan was simple: Get in and get out quickly. The Heist At midnight, we were waiting a few blocks away from the bank inside a black minivan. Everyone's heart was pounding. A few minutes later, Andreas' voice crackled over the radio: "The truck is leaving. Get ready." We started the minivan and pulled into an alley. As the armored truck rounded the corner, we suddenly cut it off and stopped right in front of it. Before the guards could react, we jumped out, masks on, guns drawn. "Hands up! Move, and you're dead!" One of the guards reached for his weapon, but Andreas didn’t hesitate. Bang! The gunshot echoed through the street, and the man collapsed. The other guard panicked, dropping his weapon and raising his hands. The driver didn’t resist we pulled him out immediately. We had no time to waste. We quickly planted a small explosive on the truck's reinforced cash vault. BOOM! As the dust settled, bags of money spilled out in front of us. We grabbed as many bags as we could and threw them into the minivan. But things escalated quickly a nearby police patrol had heard the explosion and was heading toward the scene. The Chaos As soon as we heard the siren, we activated the second phase of our plan. The police officers arrived, but we took them down instantly. We decided we needed to send a message: Don't mess with us. Andreas and I opened fire on the police cars. As the vehicles started burning, we quickly sped away. And then A MASSIVE EXPLOSION! The night sky of Las Venturas lit up with flames. Listening to the chaotic voices on the police radios, we raced toward our escape point. Our names were now known in the city. And soon, every unit would be coming after us…

Roleplay & Number: Jackpot & 11 Date: 03.04.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): Our trade, which had spread throughout the town, had begun to resonate in the biker world. As Rebels MC, we were solidifying our name in our territory while also attracting the attention of our enemies. When Sons of Anarchy (SoA) heard about this, they decided to take action and send us a message. Their method? Kidnapping one of us to instill fear. That day, I had to go to the lottery shop to buy a ticket. Fortunately, a friend of mine offered to drop me off in his car. After getting out and entering the shop to play the lottery, I had no idea that two SoA Prospects had been watching me. Seeing me alone, they seized the opportunity and burst in, holding me at gunpoint before dragging me outside. A SoA member was waiting in a car for a quick getaway. They shoved me into the vehicle and sped off. The interior was dark, reeking of cigarette smoke. I sat on the back seat with my hands tied, noticing that the Prospect beside me kept his gun aimed at me the entire time. The windows were tinted black, but I managed to catch a glimpse outside. That’s when I saw our gang’s car tailing us. My heart began to race my friend was following us. But how did he find me? It turns out I had dropped my phone in his car. When he came back to return it, he witnessed my abduction and immediately started tracking us. They took me to an abandoned garage on the outskirts of town. A dim light flickered inside, and the damp concrete walls reeked of mildew. The SoA member in charge smirked as he began interrogating me. "Rebels MC has gotten too bold, my friend. Our boss wants me to send you a message," he said, lifting a baseball bat and pressing it against my forehead. I felt the pain but refused to show it. "We're going to put an end to this. We’ll show you who really runs things here!" he continued. Meanwhile, the two Prospects stood guard outside. But they failed to account for one thing my friend. Moving silently, he took them down one by one with a silenced pistol. As he entered the garage, the SoA member realized his fate was sealed. My friend rushed over and untied me. "Come on, brother, we’re getting out of here!" he said. Killing the SoA member in his own garage would have been an easy solution, but it would also have caused major trouble. The police would get involved, and a bigger war between the gangs could erupt. Instead, we decided to send a different kind of message. My friend pressed his gun against the SoA member’s head. "You’re going to tell your people to stay the hell away from us. If you try something like this again, you’re dead," he warned. The SoA member, visibly shaking, nodded in agreement. But letting him go without consequence wasn’t an option. There had to be a price for his audacity. So, we took some money from the bar’s cash registers inside the garage. As I glanced at his wrist, I noticed an expensive watch. "This will cover our damages," I said, slipping it off his arm. Then, without wasting any more time, we mounted our bikes and rode away. After that night, we knew that SoA would think twice before coming after us again. We hadn’t just hit them physically we had delivered a psychological blow as well. The cards were now in our hands.

Roleplay & Number: Silent Message: A Bloody Warning & 10 Date: 31.03.2025 Participant(s): @schwaring Story & Screenshot(s): In Los Santos, we always ensured our operations ran smoothly and quietly. However, recently, we had learned that a gang had discovered our human trafficking business and was planning to set us up. We didn't know exactly who they were, but we knew they were trying to get close. We needed to send them a strong message one that would teach them who we were and what it would cost to mess with us. So, we devised a plan. We set up a fake trafficking operation. The refugees were called to a fake location we provided. Once they arrived, they were loaded into a black car with tinted windows. They didn’t understand what was happening, but suspicion was starting to creep in. We drove through the dark streets until we reached the shore, where a prepared boat was waiting. We carefully loaded the refugees onto the boat and set off into the open sea. According to the plan, we were supposed to head to one of Los Santos' most secluded docks. However, things didn’t go as smoothly as expected. As we advanced further, we encountered a Coast Guard patrol boat. If they caught us, things could get more complicated than we anticipated. The Coast Guard announced over the radio: “This is the Los Santos Coast Guard. Stop immediately and surrender!” My men tensed up, already considering possible escape routes. But I didn’t panic. I calmly stood up and grabbed the radio: “Alright. Relax. Let’s talk.” We stopped the boat, and they allowed me to board the patrol vessel. Their guns were trained on me, but I remained composed. The officer in charge looked me straight in the eye and spoke: “We know what you’re carrying. But we can make a deal.” I smirked. Everything had a price, and the Coast Guard was no exception. I asked how much he wanted, we negotiated briefly, and I filled his bag with cash. After counting the money, he gave me a knowing look and nodded: “You were never here.” They returned me to my boat and went on their way. Now, there were no more obstacles. We continued our journey and reached an underground entrance at the Los Santos docks. The refugees still had no idea where they were going, but they thought they were being saved. We loaded them into another black car and drove toward the outskirts of the city. They watched me closely, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. But they had no idea this was their final ride. I drove the car into one of Los Santos' busiest streets. It was nearly midnight, but there were still enough people around. I stopped the vehicle, pulled the refugees out, and lined them up. A gang member behind me executed them one by one with a long barreled rifle. “No one can save you,” I said coldly. The first shot silenced the entire street. Then, in rapid succession, they were all executed in a public display. Blood splattered onto the pavement as a few onlookers panicked and ran. The news would spread quickly exactly what we wanted. The gang would now understand what it meant to cross us. Leaving the bodies behind, I got into the car and drove away. Our message was clear: Anyone who dared play games with us would meet the same fate.

Roleplay & Number: Execution: Seizing Control of Los Santos Arms Trade & 9 Date: 31.03.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): We wanted to dominate the arms trade in Los Santos, but to do that, we needed weapons of higher quality and greater effectiveness than the ones we were selling. To access those, I had to establish connections with the high tier arms dealers. But reaching that level required a solid reference and a trusted intermediary. An old friend came to mind someone I hadn't seen in years. He was a retired hitman and knew the darkest corners of this world far better than I did. Reaching him wasn't difficult. When he answered the phone, his voice was familiar yet weary. "Who would've thought old friends would call for business one day?" he chuckled. "I need your help. I want to connect with the top tier arms dealers. Can you assist me?" After a brief silence, he replied, "Come over. I have some fine toys for you. We’ll talk." He summoned me to a warehouse hidden behind an old repair shop. When I arrived, he greeted me with a long table filled with high-end, fully equipped weapons. It was an impressive collection silenced pistols, laser-assisted sniper rifles, and even fully automatic firearms. As I inspected the weapons, my old friend fixed his gaze on me with a serious expression. "I can help you, but first, I have my own business to take care of. There's a hit I need to carry out, but I'm too preoccupied with other matters. If you handle this for me, I'll set up the deal for you." Without knowing the details, I agreed. He then explained the target a bookkeeper for one of the city's major arms dealers. This man was a key figure in laundering money for the top sellers. I began tracking him, closely studying his movements. I learned his routines where he ate, which routes he took, and, most importantly, his most vulnerable moments. Finally, the perfect opportunity arose. Late in the afternoon, he stepped out of a burger joint and headed to a nearby ATM to withdraw cash. At that moment, I knew it was time to execute the plan. I had already positioned myself on a rooftop overlooking the ATM. I steadied my weapon, controlled my breathing, and pulled the trigger. A single silent shot. The target collapsed instantly. Before anyone nearby could process what had happened, I had already disappeared from the rooftop. I called my old friend. "The target is down. Now we can make the deal." The next day, I was introduced to the top tier arms dealers of Los Santos. A new game was unfolding at the table for me. I had taken a significant step in the arms trade, but in this world, new threats were always lurking just around the corner. In Los Santos, gaining power wasn’t just about selling weapons. Sometimes, it meant being the one pulling the trigger instead of being the target.

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.

Roleplay & Number: Los Santos: The Kingdom in the Shadows & 7 Date: 29.03.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): The nights in Los Santos are always lively. Known for its backstreets, vibrant bars, and corrupt police, the city never slept. As the most powerful gang in town, we had been pouring money into bribing the authorities to seize full control of the drug trade. However, the government had intervened, tying the hands of the police. An enemy we couldn't control with bribes was the greatest threat of all. Just as we were contemplating our next move, an unexpected phone call came. "Listen, there are two gamblers in town. They’ve been rigging the games, scamming casinos, and sending their winnings overseas. The government wants them gone, but they can’t do it legally. They need them to disappear. They want you to handle it." This offer was exactly what we needed. Doing the government a favor could open doors for us, ensuring total control of the drug business. We accepted the job. Chapter 1: The Casino Raid With our crew assembled, we headed to one of the city's most prestigious casinos. Our targets two conmen were already inside. We moved through the tables, pretending to play for a while, keeping a close eye on them. After observing their moves, we decided it was time to act. As we approached their table, they sensed something was off like rats trapped in a corner. I leaned over the table, smirking. "Gentlemen, you've pushed your luck too far. You've reached a level where the government can’t turn a blind eye anymore. You're coming with us." The two men stood up, knowing they had no other choice. Blindfolding them, we led them through the back exit and into a waiting black van. As the engine roared to life, another chapter in Los Santos' dark history was being written. Chapter 2: The Delivery and the Deal We didn’t trust the address given to us, so instead, we made them come to our turf. We delivered the targets to a safe location in our neighborhood and handed them over to the government’s special unit. Their fate was not our concern. What mattered was ensuring the government knew they owed us one. A few days later, word spread our rival gangs were being taken down, one by one. The police had a clear path, eliminating our competition. Now, Los Santos’ drug trade belonged to us alone. Chapter 3: The Night of Victory To celebrate our success, we threw a grand party at our biggest club. Everyone was there my crew, the finest liquor, the most beautiful women. Music blasted through the speakers, glasses clinked together, and laughter filled the air. I lit a cigarette and leaned back. Our plan had worked. We had struck an indirect deal with the government and taken full control of Los Santos' underground trade. But power in this city never lasted forever. Every victory brought new threats. For now, though… Tonight was our night.

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