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Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Sun was hangin’ low over the skyline, haze thick like the tension in the streets. I was chillin' at my usual spot — Eastside Donut Shop off Carson Ave — knockin’ back a vanilla twist, lowrider parked clean outside. That blue Savanna was lookin' extra pretty in the sunlight, chrome bouncing light like a warning. Then my phone buzzed. Trayz, one of my top dogs on lookout duty. “Yo, big homie — we got a situation. Dre from Idlewood? He flipped. Fed talk. He’s in and outta the precinct droppin’ names... our names.” That glaze hit different all of a sudden — tasted like poison. “You sure it’s him?” “A hundred. My cousin in Records said Dre fed them our supply runs, safehouse info, even your Savanna’s plate. He’s tryna trade our whole set for freedom.” Silence. I hung up, walked straight out that shop, heart cold as Grove Street beef. I hit the trunk on my Savanna — that deep Cripz blue paint job gleaming in the low light. Inside? My M4, tucked and ready. Extended mag. Full send. No more words. I slid behind the wheel, engine purring like a beast caged too long. My ride bounced low and smooth over potholes and alley dips. Destination: Dre’s crib in Ganton. Same spot we used to kick it at back when loyalty meant something. Pulled up across the street. No lights on outside, but I ain’t blind — movement behind them curtains. Shadows. Maybe him. Maybe his girl. Maybe someone close enough to hurt him when they see what I left behind. I stepped out, M4 in hand, eyes locked on that house. Took a slow breath... then lit it up. Windows first. Then the front door. A few rounds for the second floor just in case he was hiding upstairs. Then I turned to his pride and joy — that blue-and-black Broadway sittin’ in his driveway. Candy paint. Whitewalls spotless. He treated that ride better than his girl. Not today. I pulled a molotov from my stash bag, lit it with a match off my chain, and lobbed it through the driver’s window. FWOOOM. That Broadway went up in flames, fire dancing across the hood, popping the tires like gunshots. The smoke rose like a Cripz flag over enemy territory. Message delivered. I slid back into my Savanna, engine already hot. Peeled off down the backstreets, hydraulics bouncing once before I ghosted into the night. Screenshots:

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repost participants @hammer @cripz date : 18/7/2025 Roleplay #1 While I was cruising through Los Santos my phone rang it was Happy from the Cripz gang He sounded excited he told me he just got his hands on a bike and wanted me to check it out he said if I liked it I could take it and sell it through the Rebels collection Knowing how the Cripz roll I figured the bike was probably hot but that’s their game and I was curious I drove straight to him the bike was a beast matte black shiny pipes and that engine sound was music to my ears I told him it looked solid and asked if he could ride it behind me back to the base He said sure and we rolled out me in my car and him on the bike like a proper convoy When we reached the base I showed him where to park he killed the engine I handed him the cash deal done We both nodded no extra words needed Another bike added to the Rebels stock and maybe a few more coming soon if the Cripz keep doing their thing View Album 📷 Roleplay #2 I was chilling at the base when my phone rang it was Happy again from the Cripz His voice was sharp he said he needed a quick delivery of beer and a few drug boxes said he couldn’t trust anyone else with the job but me Didn’t think twice I grabbed the keys jumped in my truck and hit the road like a bullet I reached their base in no time and there he was standing by his truck engine already running like he was in a hurry No greetings just a smirk and a nod that’s how we do business I backed my truck close to his parked it back to back tailgates touching ready for the handoff We had a short chat just confirming what was in the boxes and where it was going nothing deep Time was ticking so I got to work loading everything into his truck The beer was heavy the drug boxes needed to be handled carefully but we moved fast like clockwork Every crate stacked tight nothing out of place Once we were done he handed me a wad of cash no need to count it we trust each other in moments like that Another clean deal no heat no drama just Rebels and Cripz working smooth I gave him a nod jumped back in my truck and rolled out Fast delivery fast cash Back-to-back business just the way we like it View Album 📷 Roleplay #3 While I was chilling at the Rebels base I got a call from Happy he sounded a bit stressed He told me his car broke down and he had to leave it at a fuel station out in the countryside I grabbed my tools and some gear loaded them into my Picador and hit the road to help him out When I arrived I spotted him standing next to his car the hood was already open and smoke was coming out heavy I parked next to him got out and took a quick look the situation didn’t look great but I’ve seen worse I started checking the engine and tried a few things until I figured it out The fuel and oil had somehow mixed causing the smoke and that mess under the hood I told him what happened and worked on separating the two systems Changed the oil and fixed the issue that caused them to mix After some work I made it safe enough for him to drive the car back to our Rebels garage for a proper repair Once I finished he handed me the money for the oil and fuel I told him the fix was just 300 dollars and the rest was on me He was all good to go and back on the road Another brother helped and another ride saved View Album 📷

its always sunny, and after a few years it becomes really boring and really the only time it changes is incase of a flood or christmas. thats too little. i think this would be a great option to add more depth into playing, roleplay wise, asthetics... the feeling, everything, for people who have not the best PC's maybe they need a switch to turn off the rain particles tho, other than that this is fucking sick and simple to add from what ive heard, its just simple GTA Sa weather mechanics. they would cycle troughout the day changing ext. add : -rainy weather , aka storm : -foggy weather : -Sandstorms in Bone County / LV :

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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:

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