Nexroth

Date: 01/05/2025 Activity: Stopping a BR(LS) Participants: @Nexroth @flappy @Crank @Asgal @PsyGhost @Lincoln @Diavolo Screenshots:

Nickname: Nexroth Ingame account name: roullet99 Discord name and tag: Nexroth & dou_666 How long you have been playing SAES?: Since 2013 Server Memberships: S.W.A.T, Radio SA, ZIP Your strengths: Flexibility and Adaptability: In both my personal and professional life, I adapt quickly to new environments, unexpected changes, and unfamiliar situations. I am able to adjust easily to new people, new rules, and new decisions without questioning them, focusing instead on implementation and progress. I view challenges as learning opportunities. If I set a goal for myself or desire to achieve something, I put in more effort than necessary and remain committed until the goal is reached giving up is never an option for me. Quick Learning and Openness to Growth: I am skilled at quickly absorbing and applying new information. When I make a mistake, I take responsibility for it and analyze how to avoid repeating it. I actively strive for self-improvement and prefer growth over complacency. If there is an area where I need to develop, I put in the work to improve myself rather than avoiding the effort. Analytical and Calm Approach: I approach problems not emotionally, but with logical reasoning. I analyze situations from all angles and try to find rational solutions. I make an effort to see problems and situations realistically and aim to resolve them by interpreting them objectively and logically. Your weaknesses: Tendency to Be Controlling: When I aim for the best possible outcome, I tend to want to oversee every detail myself. While this helps ensure quality, it can make it difficult for me to give others space in team settings. Recently, I have become more aware of how this affects group dynamics and have started focusing more on building trust and delegating responsibilities more effectively. Focusing Too Much on Details: My pursuit of perfection can sometimes slow down the overall process. I may spend excessive time on small details and lose sight of the bigger picture. Currently, I’m working on prioritizing tasks and embracing the idea that "good enough" can still be highly effective and productive. Taking on Too Much Responsibility Under Emotional Pressure: When my teammates struggle, I often feel compelled to take on their workload to help out. While this may seem helpful in the short term, it can drain my energy and hinder others' personal growth. I am now learning to set healthy boundaries and provide guidance rather than taking over, so that others also have the chance to grow through experience. Last legitimate adminjail: I don't remember honestly. Last legitimate ban: I was banned by a mistake while im inactive. Additional Information (Optional): - Have you read the entire topic before applying?: Yes sir.

Date: 30/04/2025 Activity: Securing the VIP Participants: @Nexroth @Sou @Markus Screenshots:

Date: 30/04/2025 Event Type: LMS LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): TB|Senpai Screenshot: Date: 30/04/2025 Event Type: Chicken Shooter LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [OG]nCov Screenshot: Date: 30/04/2025 Event Type: All vs All Box LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [AA]BaRy Screenshot:

Date: 29/04/2025 Activity: Stopping a SR Participants: @Nexroth @Yukii @Crossma Screenshots:

Date: 29/04/2025 Activity: Patrolling Participants: @Nexroth @schwaring @Phrost Screenshots:

Date: 29/04/2025 Activity: Securing the VIP Participants: @Nexroth @Dinaz @Mr.Xleepy Screenshots:

Date: 28/04/2025 Activity: Stopping a SR Participants: @Nexroth @Yukii @Crank @Crossma Screenshots:

Date: 28/04/2025 Event Type: LMS LWS Host: @Thunder Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [RAV]Olmo Screenshot: Date: 28/04/2025 Event Type: Lucky Tube LWS Host: @Skomorje Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [SPC*]kinji333 Screenshot: Date: 28/04/2025 Event Type: Fallout LWS Host: @Skomorje Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): Rebel|Hammer|ENF Screenshot: Date: 28/04/2025 Event Type: LMS LWS Host: @Skomorje Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): ue|jose Screenshot:

Part I: Link your Donation Tracking Topic: When was the last time you requested a donation reward change? n/a ======================================================================== Part II: What I Want to be Removed Vehicle 1: Cheetah Vehicle 2: Super GT Location: Los Santos El Corona Street i'll show ingame both in same location Interior: ======================================================================== Part III: What I Want to be Added Vehicle 1: FBI Rancher Vehicle 2: Police Car Location: I'll show in game Username: roullet99 Interior:

Date: 27/04/2025 Event Type: All vs All Box LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): VO>Garcia Screenshot: Date: 27/04/2025 Event Type: Lucky Tube LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [SWAT]Doom Screenshot: Date: 27/04/2025 Event Type: LMS LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [SPC]M8N|PC* Screenshot: Date: 27/04/2025 Event Type: Deagle LMS LWS Host: @flappy Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): Yz|Filex Screenshot:

Date: 26/04/2025 Event Type: Maze LWS Host: @koko Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): R|Lorch Screenshot: Date: 26/04/2025 Event Type: Corridor LMS LWS Host: @koko Prize: 2,500,000$ Winner(s): TB|Butcher Screenshot: Date: 26/04/2025 Event Type: Chicken Shooter LWS Host: @koko Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [OG]Morde Screenshot: Date: 26/04/2025 Event Type: Lucky Nade LWS Host: @koko Prize: 1,000,000$ Winner(s): [OG]Morde Screenshot:

Date: 26/04/2025 Activity: Stopping a SR Participants: @Nexroth @Crank @schwaring Screenshots:

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Address: Bollywood Porn Movie Store Account name: fother Last seen: 14th March 2025 Screenshots: https://i.imgur.com/G4x60Kv.png

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.

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

Address: Demolished Crack Factory Account name:schylar1 Last seen: 10th March 2025 Screenshots:

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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.