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Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: City heat was dry, but the streets were alive. I was ridin’ solo in my blacked-out Charger, cruisin’ slow past the neon lights and fast money. I wasn’t out to party—I was out to remind folks who really runs this city. First stop, a flashy little club on the east side. Packed on weekends, bottles flowin’, security posted like they mattered. I walked in through the back, slid past the kitchen, and found the owner in his office. Didn’t even knock. Just opened the door with a calm look and a heavy piece in my hand. Glock, chrome finish—visible. Not pointed. Not needed. My eyes said the rest. “Nice place you got,” I told him. “Shame if somethin’ happened to it.” He tried to talk tough, but his voice cracked halfway through. I laid it out plain: “You pay the CripZ a small fee—monthly. We keep your doors open, your drinks flowin’, and your windows intact. You don’t? My crew shows up and turns this whole club inside out. And trust me… we don’t stop at just furniture.” He nodded. Quick. Didn’t need convincing. Wrote the number down, said it’d be ready by Friday. I left with a smile. Next stop was a greasy food joint near Vespucci. The owner thought he was untouchable 'cause he served half the cops off-duty. I reminded him cops eat burgers—they don’t protect businesses when bullets start flyin’. Same routine: back door, one-on-one. Gun never raised, just rested in my palm like a sleeping threat. He folded fast. Fear always hits harder when it's wrapped in a calm voice and steady hand. By the time the night was over, I’d hit three more spots. One club, two restaurants. All now officially under CripZ protection. All knew the consequences if they ever thought of skipping out or talking sideways. I ain’t just some street thug. I’m the rep. The handshake and the hammer. Every spot I touched tonight knew that if they weren’t paying up, they were payin’ in blood. Cruisin’ back to base, city lights bouncin’ off the hood, I lit a smoke and cracked a grin. Another night. Another tax collected. And the CripZ? We don’t knock. We enter. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Was a quiet evening at the base. Crew was laid back, cards on the table, smoke hangin' in the air like a lazy cloud. I was loungin' with my feet up, thinkin’ on our next hustle. We already had the heat flowin’, but the streets don’t run on bullets alone. They run on vice—liquor, lust, and loyalty. So I grabbed the keys to the whip, hopped in, and fired it up. Next stop? Our alcohol manufacturing warehouse—CripZ-run, off-the-books, deep in an industrial zone where nosy types don’t go. We make the good stuff. Whiskey. Vodka. Even some local brews with a kick that’ll drop a biker flat. When I pulled up, the boys had the crates ready. No words needed. They knew the drill. I popped the trunk, folded down the seats, and stacked bottle after bottle ‘til the whole ride smelled like a bar on payday. Car packed and low to the ground, I hit the road, first stop one of the local bars near Vinewood. Owner was outside havin' a smoke, nervous eyes but a good heart. I told him I was here to supply—no middlemen, no markup. Just clean bottles for a fair price, and more importantly? Protection. I laid it out real clear: Monthly deliveries. Regular supply. And if any other gang so much as breathes in your direction, CripZ got your back. He nodded fast, shook my hand even faster. Next bar, same deal. Some were hesitant, but once I laid the bottles on the counter and let 'em take a sip? They were sold. Quality talks loud. And the promise of not getting their place shot up? That’s worth its weight in gold. By the time the sun dipped, I’d hit five bars. All signed up. All ready to be part of our network. I wasn’t just pushing liquor—I was building a web. One that keeps us in pockets, ears, and influence across the city. Rolled back to the base, trunk empty, pockets full. The crew asked how it went. I just cracked open a bottle from the reserve, leaned back, and grinned. “Business is flowin’.” Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: pt2 Next morning, I got back in the whip, engine purring like a beast ready to eat. Headed out to our warehouse—the one the cops still ain’t found. Weapons stacked wall to wall, crates labeled in code only we know. Everything from SMGs to sniper pieces. I loaded up my ride till the suspension kissed the ground. Careful not to get pulled, I rolled back to our Ammu-Nation connect. Told him straight—we ain’t here to beg. We supply. He nodded, eyes wide at the firepower. Told me he'd sell it all and give us 55% of each sale, plus a 50% bulk discount on anything we might need down the line. It wasn’t just a win. It was a power move. We ain’t just street soldiers—we’re businessmen now. I handed him the goods, made sure the paperwork looked clean, then dipped. Drove back to the base, parked up, and let loose with the homies. Music up, drinks out, smoke in the air. Another day in the life of Happy Lowman. CripZ stay ten steps ahead. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: pt1 I was chillin’ at the base, sun beatin’ down on the hood, smokin’ one and vibin’ with my crew. We were low on nothin’ but I had plans in motion—moves to make, strings to pull. I hit up one of our boys at Ammu-Nation, a trusted worker who's been tight with the CripZ for a minute. Ain’t just business—it’s loyalty. I told him I needed a few AKs, some Glocks, and a couple shotguns. Standard loadout, nothin’ too crazy. Truth is? We didn’t need ‘em. We manufacture our own heat—top-tier pieces built in-house. This was about pullin’ him deeper into the fold. If we were gonna expand, we needed more than muscle—we needed sellers. People who could move product with clean faces and dirt on the hands we couldn’t see. He agreed. Said he’d hook me up. So I slid into my ride, blacked-out windows, bass low but heavy, and rolled up to the Ammu-Nation. He handed over the gear like it was candy on Halloween. No hesitation. I dapped him up, tossed the crates in my trunk, and got ghost. Back to the base. Once I got home, I opened up the stash room, handed out the weapons—each member got what they needed. Smiles all around. The kind you don’t see unless there’s iron in their palms. Job done. But I wasn’t finished. Screenshots:

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