Participants: CripZ
RolePlay Story:
Was loungin’ at base, kickin’ back, when I felt that itch — time to make some paper.
Hopped in my sky blue Hermes, engine rumblin’, and slid out to the streets. First stop — a small corner store. Walked in, leaned on the counter, told the owner straight:
“You pay CripZ a monthly fee, we make sure nobody touches your shop. Simple.”
He nodded quick. Cash on the counter.
Hit up a few more spots — food joints, liquor stores, little shops. Same talk, same deal. They pay, we protect. No pay, no safety.
By the time I was done, the bag was fat with first month’s money. Rolled back to base, dropped it in the safe.
CripZ don’t beg — we collect.
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