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Event type: knock me off NRG Prize: 1.000.000 LWS Helper(s) Thunder Winner(s): spottymap / Teller ScreenShots:

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Event type: Knock me off NRG Prize: 1.000.000 LWS Helper(s) Exile Winner(s): Skinner x2 ScreenShots:

Event type: NadeShooter Prize: 1.000.000 LWS Helper(s) Exile Winner(s): Rooster ScreenShots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Me and my homie White was chillin' at base, layin' low, when a few CripZ members hit us up. “We low on straps, cuh. Protection runs comin’ in hot — need that fire back in stock.” No time wasted. Me and White jumped in the ride, slid over to Ammu-Nation. Inside, I chopped it up with the owner, made a clean deal: “We come through monthly, buy in bulk. You hook us up with 50% off, and we keep your shop safe from any gangs messin’ around.” He nodded — deal done. We grabbed M4s, AKs, shotguns, boxes of ammo. Loaded the whip ‘til the springs was cryin’. Drove back to base smooth, no eyes on us. Unpacked everything into the stash room, ready for action. CripZ got the steel — and the plug to keep it flowin’. Screenshots:

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Participants: CripZ @OutLawsBOT @JiirakDaniels RolePlay Story: Was out runnin’ daily errands, nothin' major — then the phone rang. Couple bars hit me up, said they runnin’ low on liquor. Can't have the city dry, not on CripZ watch. Swerved plans, headed straight to our alcohol facility on the edge of Red County. Loaded the truck with our finest bottles — whiskey, vodka, you name it. Crates stacked to the roof. First stop? The main club in Los Santos, place always poppin’. Restocked the whole backroom, bartenders smiling wide. Next up — few janky old bars in the hood. Dusty, but loyal. Hooked them up, no questions asked. Final stop — the OutLaws private bar out in the sticks. They solid with us, always been loyal customers. Rolled in, met the usual homie outside. Brought the crates in personally to Jacky the bartender. He dropped the payment, fat envelope. I nodded, dipped out. CripZ keep the city lit — one bottle at a time. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Back at base, loaded the weed crates into the Van, packin' it tight. Time to hit the streets — our boys was waitin’. Rolled into the city, keepin' it low. First stop — Nasty Jim in Jefferson. One of our main CripZ street dealers. Gave him the new product, he handed over the week’s cut. “This that fresh batch, boss? Streets gon’ love it.” Next was Good ol’ Jack D, posted in Market like always. Another solid CripZ foot soldier. Dropped his supply, grabbed our payment. Hit one more drop near Marina — small crew that reps CripZ colors, holdin' down the block. Once the van was empty, and pockets full — I dipped. CripZ run the street game. From seed to sale. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Was laid back, feet up, just chillin’ — then my line buzzed. Farm manager on the call. “Yo boss, the weed lockup full. We sittin’ on weight out here.” Didn’t waste time. Grabbed the keys to the pickup, rolled out to the farm just outside Red County. Pulled up, air thick with that loud smell. Met with the farmer, crates already lined up. We dapped up, I paid him his cut — always keep the workers happy. Loaded the product in the back, covered it up, and dipped low back to base. No heat, no hassle. Dropped the weed in storage — ready for sell or next move. CripZ keep the garden growin’. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Got a call from HQ — voice was sharp. “Big buyer hit us up. Wants a fat shipment now. No time to waste.” Didn’t ask questions. I loaded up the van, packed it tight with product 'til the back was barely closin’. Tires was damn near beggin’. Sped out to the airstrip, fueled the plane, moved the stash over fast — boxes on boxes. Once it was all in, I lifted off, sky bound, smooth. The drop spot? Some hidden beach near the forest, quiet, no eyes. When I got there, a big rig and a cargo ship were already waitin', engines hummin’. Landed clean. Buyer stepped out lookin’ serious. I popped open the hatch, showed him the goods. His boys started movin’ quick, loadin’ stuff onto the truck and the ship. Once it was done, we shook hands — no words, just cash. CripZ stay flyin’ and supplyin’. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: part 3 Few days later, my burner buzzed. Some second-hand buyer hit me up, said he peeped the Porsche through a connect. “I don’t care where it came from, homie. I just want it. Shiny, clean, and fast.” Bet. Rolled the tarp off, hopped in, and slid out the chopshop. Took a chill route, no funny moves. Pulled up to the meetup spot near Montgomery, car was lookin’ fresh — rims tight, body gleamin’. Showed it off, fool was in love. He tossed me the cash — fat stack, no questions asked. I dipped with a nod. CripZ don’t just steal — we deal. CripZ always get paid. One way or another. Screenshots: