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Activity Number: #220 Date: 8/07/2024 Type of Activity: store robbery Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #218 Date: 3/07/2024 Type of Activity: Store Robbery Screenshot(s):

RP number: 21 Date: 27/06/2024 Story: The base was unusually quiet that afternoon. I was in the common room, flipping through some mission reports while enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The dim lights and the constant hum of our equipment provided a calming atmosphere, a brief respite from the chaos that usually enveloped The Secret Circle. My phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the tranquility. The caller ID displayed a familiar name: Carl, the owner of our allied Ammu-Nation gun shop. I picked up immediately. "Agent 47 here." "Agent 47, it's Carl. We've got a problem," Carl's voice was tinged with frustration. "There's a new gun shop in town undercutting my prices. It's hurting my business badly. I need your help to take care of it." I listened carefully, my mind already formulating a plan. "What do you need me to do?" "Exterminate the competition. Take out the owner, make it clear that no one messes with Ammu-Nation. In return, The Secret Circle will get a 25% discount on all purchases for life." The offer was too good to pass up. "Consider it done, Carl. I'll be there soon." I geared up and drove to Carl's shop. He greeted me with a firm handshake and a knowing look. "I've got some hardware ready for you," he said, leading me to a back room filled with weapons. I selected a reliable rifle and a few extra magazines, ensuring I was well-prepared for the task ahead. "Good luck, Agent 47. Make it clean," Carl said as I loaded up. With the weapons secured, I set off towards the rival gun shop, my mind focused on the mission. The drive through Los Santos was uneventful, but the tension in the air was palpable. This was a crucial operation, one that required precision and ruthlessness. I parked a short distance away from the target location, a nondescript building in a quiet part of town. The lack of activity around the shop suggested I had chosen the right time to strike. I approached the door, my rifle at the ready, and with a swift kick, I busted it open. The owner, a middle-aged man, looked up in shock as I stormed in. I aimed my rifle directly at him, my voice cold and commanding. "You messed with the wrong people. Apologize and hand over all the money you've made." His hands shook as he fumbled to open the cash register, stammering apologies as he shoved the money into a bag. I took the bag, the weight of the cash a satisfying reminder of the mission's success. "You should have known better," I said, my voice low. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger, a single shot echoing through the shop. The owner crumpled to the floor, lifeless. I exited swiftly, the bag of money slung over my shoulder, and returned to my car. The drive back to the base was quick, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline. Once inside the safety of our underground garage, I secured the money and made my way to the common room. Lighting a cigarette, I dialed Carl's number. "It's done. The competition has been eliminated." Carl's voice was filled with relief. "Thank you, Agent 47. As promised, you now have a 25% discount for life at Ammu-Nation. The Secret Circle is always welcome here." I ended the call, a sense of accomplishment washing over me. In Los Santos, loyalty and power were everything, and today, we had solidified both. As I took a drag from my cigarette, I knew that The Secret Circle's influence continued to grow, one decisive action at a time. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

RP number: 20 Date: 26/06/2024 Story: It was a typical night in Los Santos, the city’s lights reflecting off the wet streets as I cruised around, the urge to make some quick cash gnawing at me. The Secret Circle always needed funds, and I had just the idea to score big. My old tow truck, parked next to my house, was about to become the centerpiece of my plan. I pulled up to my place, climbed into the tow truck, and set off into the night, my eyes scanning for the perfect target. The streets of Los Santos were bustling, but I was patient, knowing that the right opportunity would present itself. After driving for a while, I spotted it: a sleek, luxurious vehicle parked in a quiet, upscale neighborhood. The car was a tech lover’s dream, loaded with high-end electronic components that would fetch a fortune on the black market. I drove past it once, casually checking for any signs of the owner. The coast was clear. I circled back and positioned the tow truck in front of the car. With quick, practiced movements, I hooked up the car to the truck, constantly glancing around to ensure no one was watching. The operation was smooth, and within moments, I was driving away with the high-tech prize in tow. Navigating through the city, I headed to an undisclosed location known only to The Secret Circle. It was a dimly lit garage on the outskirts of town, perfect for the discreet work I had in mind. I parked the tow truck inside, unhooked the car, and began my inspection. The vehicle was a goldmine. I carefully removed the internal electronic components: the navigation system, onboard computer, premium sound system, and more. Each piece was worth a small fortune. As I worked, I imagined the hefty sum these parts would bring in, fueling our operations and lining our pockets. Once I had stripped the car of everything valuable, I closed its doors and hooked it back up to the tow truck. The final phase of the plan was to ensure the vehicle was never traced back to us. I drove to the Los Santos Ocean, choosing a secluded spot where no one would witness the disposal. Under the cover of darkness, I positioned the truck near the edge of the pier. With a final check to make sure no one was around, I released the car, watching it tumble into the water and disappear beneath the waves. The evidence was now sleeping with the fishes. I climbed back into the tow truck and sped away, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. The night had gone off without a hitch. Back at the base, I secured the valuable components, ready to sell them off to online buyers who wouldn’t ask any questions. Lighting a cigarette, I leaned back and exhaled, a sense of triumph washing over me. The Secret Circle would be pleased with the night's haul, and our operations in Los Santos would continue to thrive. In this city, opportunities were everywhere, and it was up to us to seize them, one heist at a time. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

RP number: 19 Date: 26/06/2024 Story: It was a rare quiet day at The Secret Circle's underground base. I was lounging in the common room, savoring the calm before the storm. The mission reports were stacked neatly on the table, the monitors displayed various feeds, and the hum of the base's systems provided a familiar, comforting backdrop. As I sipped my coffee, an idea sparked in my mind, a brilliant stroke of inspiration that could tip the scales in our favor for the upcoming heists. The police patrols in Los Santos were getting more intense, and their surveillance systems were a constant thorn in our side. What we needed was a way to neutralize their communication without drawing attention. I knew just the person to call: our tech hacker buddy, known in our circle as "Ghost." Grabbing my phone, I dialed Ghost's number. He picked up almost immediately. "Ghost here, what's up?" "Ghost, it's Agent 47. We have some big heists coming up, but the cops are all over Los Santos. I need a small, unnoticeable signal jammer to disrupt their communications." There was a brief pause before Ghost replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "Consider it done. Give me until tomorrow. I'll have it ready." "Perfect. Thanks, Ghost," I said, feeling a surge of anticipation. The next day, true to his word, Ghost called. "Meet me next to the cinema in Los Santos, in the alleyway. I've got your jammer." I geared up and headed to the garage, my sleek black car waiting for me. The drive to the cinema was smooth, the city's early morning light casting long shadows. I parked a few blocks away and walked to the alleyway where Ghost was waiting. "Agent 47," he greeted me with a nod, holding a small device in his hand. "This little beauty will jam any signal within a mile radius. And it's virtually undetectable." I handed him a thick stack of money, more than he had asked for. "Keep this, Ghost. Consider it a token of our appreciation and a promise of future work." He smiled, pocketing the cash. "Always a pleasure doing business with you." With the signal jammer securely tucked into my jacket, I made my way back to the car and headed towards the Los Santos Police Department. Parking a safe distance away, I watched the building, noting the patrol patterns and waiting for the right moment. Time passed slowly, but patience was key. Finally, I saw my opportunity: the entrance was clear, and the patrols had momentarily shifted away. I moved swiftly, making my way to the side of the building and up the stairs to the roof. The roof was quiet, and I quickly found a spot to install the jammer. I hid it beneath some roofing material, ensuring it blended in perfectly. With the device in place, I made my way back down, careful to avoid drawing attention. Once back on the ground, I walked calmly but briskly to my car. Sliding into the driver's seat, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. No one had seen me. I started the engine and drove back to the base, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Back at the base, I parked the car in the garage and headed to the common room. The mission had been a success, and our heists were now one step closer to being foolproof. I lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and allowing myself a moment of satisfaction. In The Secret Circle, victories like these were hard-earned and celebrated, no matter how small. As the smoke curled up into the dim light, I knew we were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead in Los Santos. Participant(s): TSC @rexo223 Screenshot(s):

RP number: 18 Date: 26/06/2024 Story: In the heart of The Secret Circle's underground base, I was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The hum of the base's systems and the soft glow of monitors provided a strangely comforting backdrop. I was just about to dive into a new book when a thought crossed my mind, breaking my tranquility. I remembered our last mission had significantly depleted our armory. We were running low on our essential firearms and ammunition. Knowing the importance of being well-armed in Los Santos, I decided to take immediate action. I reached for my phone and dialed the number for our allied gun shop, Ammu-Nation. The owner, Carl, was a trusted partner and had always given us good deals. "Carl, it's Agent 47 from The Secret Circle," I said as he picked up the call. "Agent 47, always a pleasure. What can I do for you today?" Carl's voice was warm and welcoming. "We're running low on our stock, and I need to make a significant purchase. I was hoping we could strike a deal. How about a 50% discount on a bulk order?" I proposed, confident in our longstanding relationship. There was a brief pause on the other end before Carl responded, "You drive a hard bargain, but for The Secret Circle, I'll make it happen. Come by, and we'll sort it out." "Thanks, Carl. I'll be there soon," I replied, ending the call. Grabbing a briefcase loaded with cash from the safe, I made my way to the garage. My car, sleek and black, was ready to go. I drove through the underground tunnels and onto the streets of Los Santos, the city's energy pulsing around me. The drive to Ammu-Nation was quick, and soon I pulled up outside the shop. The neon sign flickered above the door, casting a red glow on the sidewalk. I stepped out of the car, opened the trunk, and retrieved the briefcase. Inside the shop, Carl greeted me with a firm handshake. "Agent 47, good to see you. Let's get down to business." We moved to the back of the store, where Carl had already laid out a selection of firearms and ammunition. Together, we went through a list of what I needed: handguns, rifles, shotguns, and plenty of ammo. As we packed the gear, the tension of the transaction melted away, replaced by a mutual understanding of the importance of our work. Once everything was ready, I handed Carl the briefcase. He opened it, quickly counting the money before nodding in satisfaction. "Always a pleasure doing business with you." "Likewise, Carl," I replied, loading the last of the gear into my car. With the trunk now packed with weapons, I shook Carl's hand once more and headed back to the base. The drive back was uneventful, the weight of the armory in my trunk a constant reminder of the responsibility I carried. Upon arriving at the base, I drove into the garage, parking my vehicle in our designated storage area. I carefully unloaded the weapons, placing them in our secure storage. The new stock would ensure we were well-prepared for any challenges that lay ahead. As I finished, I took a moment to reflect on the importance of our alliances and the strength they brought to The Secret Circle. With the mission complete, I returned to the common room, ready to pick up my book once more. In The Secret Circle, moments of calm were fleeting, but they were always well-earned. I knew that, thanks to our efforts today, we were stronger and more secure, ready for whatever Los Santos might throw our way. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

RP number: 16 Date: 25/06/2024 Story: In the dimly lit underground base of The Secret Circle, I was lounging in the common room, sipping on a cup of coffee and catching up on some mission reports. The walls were lined with monitors displaying various feeds from our operations around Los Santos, and the hum of computers filled the air. It was a rare moment of calm in our otherwise hectic lives. Suddenly, the door to the room slid open with a soft hiss, and in walked our leader, known to us only as "The Phantom." Cloaked in a dark trench coat, his face was partially obscured by the shadow of his hood. He exuded an aura of authority and mystery that commanded respect from all of us. "Agent 47," he called out, his voice steady and commanding. I immediately straightened up, setting my coffee aside and giving him my full attention. "Yes, sir?" I responded, my heart rate quickening slightly. When The Phantom called on you, it was never for a trivial matter. "We have a crucial task at hand," he began, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. "Our new base in Los Santos is nearing completion, but we need to ensure its security. I need you to go to our allied security store, SecureTech, and gather a complete set of surveillance cameras and any other equipment necessary for our security system." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the mission. "Consider it done, sir." With a nod of approval, The Phantom handed me a list of the equipment required and turned to leave. "Be swift and discreet," he added before disappearing down the corridor. I quickly geared up, grabbing my jacket and keys, and headed to the garage. My sleek black car was waiting, its engine purring as I started it up. I navigated through the underground tunnels until I emerged onto the bustling streets of Los Santos. The drive to SecureTech was uneventful, the city's neon lights blurring past as I focused on the task at hand. Upon arriving at the store, I was greeted by Marcus, the owner, who was well-acquainted with The Secret Circle and our unique needs. "Agent 47, good to see you," Marcus said with a knowing smile. "I've got everything you need right here." He led me to the back of the store, where an assortment of high-tech surveillance cameras, motion detectors, and other security gear was neatly laid out. We quickly loaded everything into my car, ensuring it was all secure for the journey back. "Thanks, Marcus," I said, shaking his hand firmly. "We'll make sure this equipment is put to good use." "Stay safe out there," he replied, giving me a nod as I headed back to my car. The return trip to our base was smooth, the city's night traffic light at this hour. As I drove through the gates and into the underground garage, I felt a sense of accomplishment. The security of our new base was a top priority, and I was proud to play a part in ensuring it. Back inside, I carefully unloaded the equipment and stored it in our secure storage room, making sure everything was accounted for. The Phantom would be pleased with the efficiency and success of the mission. With the gear safely stored away, I headed back to the common room, my mind already shifting to the next task. In The Secret Circle, there was always another mission, another challenge. But for now, I allowed myself a brief moment of satisfaction, knowing I had contributed to the safety and security of our operations in Los Santos. Participant(s): TSC Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #216 Date: 19/06/2024 Type of Activity: Store Robbery Screenshot(s):

Starting bid: 5.000.000$ Min Bid Increase: 1.000.000$ note : this auction is for BOTH props.

Activity Number: #211 Date: 15/06/2024 Type of Activity: Store Robbery Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #207 Date: 13/06/2024 Type of Activity: sr Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #206 Date: 13/06/2024 Type of Activity: sr Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #205 Date: 13/06/2024 Type of Activity: sr Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #199 Date: 13/06/2024 Type of Activity: SR Screenshot(s):

Activity Number: #198 Date: 13/06/2024 Type of Activity: SR Screenshot(s):

smol prop in LS with cool roleplay back Starting bid : 1m minimum bid increase : 1m

Small base, 2 props ( selling 2 at the same time ) Starting bid : 5m minimum bid increase : 1m

Type of event: luckytube Prize: $1,000,000 Winner(s): weld-farhat LWS Helper(s): Voli Date: 23/04/2024 Screenshots:

Type of event: LuckyNade Prize: $1,000,000 Winner(s): Chico LWS Helper(s): Voli Date: 23/04/2024 Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: With a blend of finesse and audacity, I undertook a daring solo art theft operation, targeting a prestigious museum or gallery. It was a mission that demanded precision, stealth, and nerves of steel as I sought to infiltrate the hallowed halls of culture and liberate valuable artworks to be sold on the black market, showcasing CripZ's sophistication in the criminal underworld. Under the cover of darkness, I approached the target, my heart pounding in anticipation of the challenge ahead. Evading security cameras and bypassing intricate alarm systems, I slipped inside undetected, a shadow among shadows. Navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the museum, I sought out my prize, carefully selecting pieces that would fetch top dollar on the black market. Each painting, sculpture, and artifact was a testament to human creativity and ingenuity, now destined to become a commodity in the criminal underworld. With practiced skill, I liberated the artworks from their pedestals and walls, carefully concealing them from prying eyes. Each stolen masterpiece was a victory for CripZ, a symbol of our sophistication and prowess in the world of high-stakes crime. As I made my escape, the weight of my illicit cargo heavy on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. In a world where danger lurked around every corner, I had proven myself as a master of deception and intrigue, a true asset to the ranks of CripZ. And as I disappeared into the night, leaving behind nothing but empty frames and silent alarms, I knew that my solo art theft operation would go down in history as a testament to our dominance in the criminal underworld, a bold declaration of CripZ's power and influence. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Operating in the shadows, I took on the risky role of infiltrating the police force as a mole for CripZ. It was a dangerous game, but one that promised valuable intelligence on ongoing investigations, planned raids, and undercover operations. With every step, I danced on the fine line between loyalty to my gang and the facade of allegiance to law enforcement. Maintaining my cover became second nature as I navigated the halls of the police precinct, concealing my true intentions behind a mask of professionalism and dedication. Each day brought new challenges, new risks to navigate, but I remained steadfast in my mission to gather crucial intel for CripZ. From whispered conversations in the break room to covertly scanning confidential documents, I gathered a treasure trove of information, each piece a puzzle piece in the larger game of cat and mouse between CripZ and the authorities. But staying one step ahead of suspicion was a constant battle, a delicate dance of deception and evasion. Any slip-up could spell disaster, exposing me as a traitor to both sides of the law. Yet, with each piece of intel I fed back to my gang, I felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I was playing a vital role in keeping CripZ one step ahead of the law. In the world of street warfare, information was power, and I held the key to unlocking our success. As I continued to walk the tightrope between loyalty and betrayal, I knew that the risks were great, but the rewards were even greater. With every passing day, I became more entrenched in my double life, a silent puppeteer pulling the strings from behind the scenes, ensuring that CripZ remained at the top of the food chain in the urban jungle we called home. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: In the heart of our territory, nestled away from prying eyes, I took it upon myself to establish a makeshift arms manufacturing operation, a clandestine endeavor to produce illegal weapons for CripZ. It was a bold move, one that would bolster our firepower and solidify our dominance in the unforgiving streets we called home. Acquiring raw materials was the first challenge, but with resourcefulness and determination, I managed to procure everything we needed through a network of connections and backdoor deals. From metal components to ammunition, each piece was carefully sourced and smuggled into our makeshift workshop. With the materials in hand, I set to work, transforming our hidden hideout into a makeshift armory. Using rudimentary tools and a healthy dose of ingenuity, I began to construct firearms - pistols, rifles, and even improvised explosives - each one a deadly addition to our arsenal. As the weapons took shape beneath my hands, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that I was arming my fellow gang members with the tools they needed to defend our turf and assert our dominance in the streets. Distributing the weapons was a delicate operation, carried out with precision and care to avoid detection by law enforcement. But with each firearm placed into the hands of a fellow CripZ member, I knew that our grip on power grew stronger, our influence extending further into the urban jungle we called home. As the night fell and the city slept, I continued my work, knowing that our makeshift arms manufacturing operation was just one more weapon in our arsenal, one more tool in our quest for supremacy in the unforgiving world of street warfare. absolute in the unforgiving streets we called home. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: In the intricate web of CripZ's influence, asserting control over local businesses was paramount. It was my duty to ensure that shop owners in our territory paid their dues, a form of "protection money" that guaranteed their safety and security under our watchful gaze. With a firm grip on the reins of power, I embarked on my mission, employing a delicate balance of persuasion, intimidation, and, when necessary, force to achieve compliance. It was a dance as old as time itself, one that required finesse and cunning to navigate. Approaching each shop owner with a mixture of charm and veiled threat, I made it clear that resistance was futile. With the weight of CripZ behind me, compliance was not an option - it was an expectation. Some yielded willingly, understanding the benefits of our protection in an uncertain world. Others required a more... forceful persuasion, a reminder of the consequences of defiance in the face of CripZ's authority. But always, I moved with caution, ensuring that our actions flew under the radar of law enforcement. We operated in the shadows, our influence subtle yet undeniable, our presence felt in every corner of our territory. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the shop owners in our domain learned to pay their dues without question, their contributions a testament to our control over the local business landscape. And as I watched over our territory from the shadows, I knew that our grip on power was unshakeable. With each passing day, CripZ's influence grew stronger, our dominance absolute in the unforgiving streets we called home. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Feeling the weight of responsibility as a trusted member of CripZ, I took it upon myself to expand our territory, marking strategic locations with our gang's unmistakable graffiti tags. It was a bold move, a declaration of our dominance in the concrete jungle we called home. Armed with spray paint cans and a sense of purpose, I set out into the night, prowling the streets in search of key locations to claim as our own. Each tag was a statement, a message to rival gangs that CripZ ruled these streets. As the sun began to rise, the cityscape bore witness to our handiwork - our graffiti tags emblazoned on walls, buildings, and alleyways, marking our territory with bold strokes and vibrant colors. But our work was far from over. With our claim staked, rival gangs would undoubtedly seek to challenge our dominance. It was a battle we were prepared to fight, a test of strength and resilience. As rival gangs attempted to encroach on our newly claimed territory, we stood firm, defending our turf with unwavering determination. Each skirmish was a testament to our strength as a unit, our loyalty to CripZ unwavering in the face of adversity. And as the dust settled and the sun dipped below the horizon once more, our territory remained intact, a testament to our dominance in the ever-shifting landscape of gang warfare. With each tag we sprayed and each battle we won, CripZ's influence grew stronger, solidifying our place as kings of the streets. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: As a seasoned member of CripZ, I found myself entrusted with a high-stakes mission: orchestrating a solo drug trafficking operation. It was a task that required meticulous planning, nerves of steel, and a dash of luck. Under the cover of darkness, I made my way to our gang's supplier, a clandestine figure shrouded in secrecy. With a nod and a handshake, I secured a stash of drugs, carefully concealed from prying eyes. Loading up my vehicle, I felt the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders. Every move had to be calculated, every step taken with caution. The streets were a battleground, with law enforcement patrols lurking around every corner. With the drugs stowed away, I set off on my journey, navigating the maze of city streets with precision. Every turn, every intersection was a potential obstacle, but I remained focused, my senses heightened to the slightest hint of danger. As I approached the designated drop-off point, a sense of relief washed over me. But my job wasn't done yet. Law enforcement patrols still posed a threat, their presence a constant reminder of the risks involved in our trade. With nerves of steel, I maneuvered through the streets, evading patrols with skill and cunning. Each encounter was a heart-stopping moment, but I remained undetected, a shadow slipping through the night. Finally, I reached the drop-off point, a secluded spot far from prying eyes. With a sense of accomplishment, I unloaded the drugs, knowing that they would soon find their way into the hands of eager buyers. As I made my way back to base, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I couldn't help but smile. Another successful operation under my belt, another victory for CripZ in the ongoing battle for dominance in the underworld. Screenshots: