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Four submissions - ecstasy mappings entry to the competition; 1- Welcome to the Arabian world, SmokyDots Hookah Lounge. 2- Don't get hit, else; 3- Live like a king; 4- We've got the coolest beans;

God made Serbs in his image.

March 29th, 2020. The Rockford Administration in partnership with Vespucci Sports issued a challenge for all citizens of Los Santos to come conquer Mt. Chiliad. Not only did the bravest of people get bragging rights of successfully climbing up Mt. Chiliad, but they would make lifelong memories and meet new, like-minded people along the way. Regardless of how difficult the terrain proved to be, no one faltered and backed out. Everyone followed the route up and fostered a healthy, encouraging spirit by offering each other inspiring words, quotes, and motivational beckons. The picturesque woodland vistas sprawled below as they advanced up the mountain, providing for breathtaking settings during the breaks taken along the way. Trekkers made the hike up under the beaming sun, but by the time they reached the mountaintop, the descending sun had created a kaleidoscopic palette of vibrant colors in the sky for them to leer at from the highest point in Southern San Andreas. Congratulatory speeches were given at the mountaintop, along with a round of applause for all, to conclude the event. The group's first of many steep uphills to leg up. Quite the workout! The first break. Hydration and monitoring one's well-being were of paramount importance. Enjoying the views of the canyons, Cassidy Trail, and the Los Santos skyline peeking from the other side of San Andreas. Aspen Nowak ensured no one's water supply ran dry, and that all mountain-goers could continue advancing up. After the break, the challenge to conquer Mt. Chiliad continued. While this view is sure to take your breath away, it was taken nowhere near the top. Fire Lieutenant Laura Murphy was on standby, ready to respond to an emergency call within a moment's notice. San Andreas Chiansky 24/7 had set up shop at the mountaintop, rewarding hikers with free refreshments! Signs indicating different path trails found at the very top. A map of the Southern San Andreas view stationed up top. The weather favored the event. No rain, just sun and clouds.

Let's get it boys, united and even stronger. @harrison @Medley @Bogatyr @Powley.

Short description: Trucking Additions. Detailed description: First off, I want to say compared to the previous system, the last revamp has been a major improvement and livelier. While a part of the community still perceives the job to be extremely grinding oriented without any flavor, I can say it’s not bad as some make it to be. That said, I’ll go on with a few additions and tweaks that would really help this take up a notch. • More Subtasks. The spectrum of a union based job like trucking goes far beyond simply driving from point A to point B. At Fairheart, we’ve tried introducing more jobs like desk-based jobs such as maintaining all the records, keeping track of who’s doing how, supervisions, cleaning and maintenance of the lot, the building, as well the fleet. Allowing /startshift payments for individuals working at the depot for jobs like these would be one major help to this issue. • Driver Based Tracking. Currently, although the /startshift command works for the trucking script, it’s safe to say there is no purpose or intent behind it. It doesn’t pay, which I figure it was never meant to, though it does show the time somebody’s been doing shifts. Again, as soon as you leave the vicinity of a depot, the time is no longer tracked. And I can safely say this too, time tracking will never work for the script even if the range was removed, because one may drive around with a fleet vehicle and do anything they wish. The solution to this? Having a track of the number of deliveries completed by each trucker during the week, and perhaps the amount of money they made to the firm and themselves from their contribution. This will give a clear insight to the upper half of the chain, leaving room for incentives, promotions and so on. • Bugged Location Reporting. I’ve figured while the PM sets up the custom item and businesses scripts, though in the process there’s a few locations where delivery points are not accurately set. A number of such locations have been unreachable, letting the entire run down the drain. A simple thread or a process to report such spots would be extremely handy, so concerned admins can fix it as soon as possible. • /lastdriver for managers. Often times for some reason or the other, one may leave vehicles lying somewhere. IRL obviously people log the vehicles leaving the depot with and sign papers. For the game, we have them radio what plate and vehicle they're leaving with. There are cameras at most of the depots too, so we would realistically be able to figure out who drove the vehicles last, to prevent and figure who's behind some misuse (if any). These are just a few things I touched up on and thought would be a major help, I'll tag @Chuck Lee since you've been at this longer and may have more to add. How would your suggestion improve the server? The suggestions will certainly bring more essence to this line of roleplay.

Back on my bullshit

the entire server for the most part shittalks any public rp spots that pop up cause they lure shit rpers, so if u wanna find rp, go to clubs, bars, ghettos, wherever ur char would fit in and find some peeps to talk to and hope they aren't oocly antisocial enough to ignore you and only react to people they know weird cringy types. that or just do you and don't worry about it, find smth to do that keeps you out in the open and RP eventually finds you. i've just been walking around or riding on a bmx rping in random bursts here and there and run into people here and there for some pretty good RP just randomly out in the world. facebrowser's another great way to get rp connections and get involved with stuff if you know how to socialize and use social media to that effect (which a hilariously high amount of people don't). basically just go to usual spots that have players that you want to get involved with, and use FB. make sure your character has an interesting personality and you can hold a conversation, and RP will come your way naturally. be outgoing, talk to other characters. even if you have a depressed or socially awkward character, make them fun through the /me's or how they react to things, people want to interact with things that are fresh usually. thats p much the best on-topic to the original convo advice i can give to ppl. don't rush it. there's quite a few weird ass people around and you're better off just taking it slow and enjoying urself. if you're actively going to legal rp stuff such as bars and clubs, the arcades or w/e other place opens up that lures people, your chances of making friends or atleast finding rp skyrocket. same thing goes if you're just wandering around in the hood as a ghetto character, but you should be weary of which hood you're walking around in. a black guy in a hispanic hood is likely to get robbed or beat up etc. common sense essentially. tl;dr: if u want rp, go to businesses that open, go to hoods that are usually active, be outgoing, be interesting, if ur weird we gone ignore yo ass boah, pray to the rng gods that u dont get a bad rper doing any of this cus every rp scene has some shitters around, whether ur dealing with cars, law enforcement, gangs or any other of the usual. there's gems and there's poop but they look the same from a distance.

Connor has recently arrived at Los Santos. He has no family nor friends. He's a twenty five years old guy with a complicated past. Trying his fortune on the new continent once again. Was given a new opportunity at Kazanov and Thomas Trucking Co.

To be honest I rather see keys become a physical item you carry around in your inv with a unique serial per key. Should be the same for properties imo Maybe add locksmith shops allowing people to copy their keys/replace thier locks in case of theft/loss, or when you just want to have several spare keys

loving this.

#FreeGleeko!

This thread is dedicated to the background and life of Danielle "Angel" Mancuso. This thread contains mature subject matter. July 15th, 1999, 02:34 A.M. | Sandy Shores, San Andreas Infomercials flickered across the box television, the only source of light in the run-down mobile home's living room. In the background, a single air conditioning unit worked tirelessly to cool the trailer, its incessant hum softening the sounds of a dog barking outside of the mobile home's walls. Roy Mancuso sat low in his stained armchair, smoking a cheap cigar and cradling a can of Budweiser on his knee, as he watched the cable television impassively. His white wife-beater was discolored underneath his arms from sweat, and his rotund stomach hung down low over his beltline. Roy ashed his cigar on the floor and sat upright in his chair. He used the remote to turn up the volume on the television set. His vision then traveled across the living room to his daughter and wife. Roy pulled himself to his feet with a grunt, and turned to discard the empty beer among the graveyard of beer bottles and cigarette butts on the end table by his chair. He ran a hand through his greasy, black hair, and stumbled across the room to the six-year-old girl sat on the floor. "Come on, princess. Come with daddy," Roy Mancuso coaxed gently and quietly at the adolescent girl sat at the coffee table with a hand outstretched in invitation. His plump, unshaven cheeks flushed red with intoxication. She set down the broken blue crayon she used to color a torn page from her coloring book and looked up at the repulsive man as he towered above her. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead and dripped down the sides of his face. "Come on, honey," her father continued to cajole with a drunken smile as he took hold of her wrist. The hair raised on the back of Danielle's neck at her father's touch. Her eyes looked to her mother, passed out on the floral-printed sofa of the trailer's living room, for safety. Danielle rose quietly from the floor of the trailer, and her lifeless eyes lifted from her coloring book to meet Roy's. Roy's grasp tightened around her wrist, and he brought a finger on his spare hand over his parted lips. "Shhh, now, Angel. Don't wanna wake your ma. Come on now, honey. Come with daddy," Roy whispered to the girl as he tugged at her arm. Danielle looked back at her mother as her father led her away, two Dutch-braided, blonde pigtails tossing behind her shoulders. Her mother turned over on the sofa, and a used syringe dropped to the floor from underneath her body. Silent tears streamed down Danielle's unwashed face. Danielle Mancuso would continue to endure nightly abuse by her father for the next seven years, unbeknownst to her alcoholic and drug addict of a mother, Eileen. Roy Mancuso was convicted in 2006 of child abuse when attention was brought to the authorities by one of Danielle's teachers after Danielle was found to be self-mutilating in the school bathroom. Eileen would then move Danielle and her sister, Erin, to the projects of Davis in Los Santos, following their father's incarceration. Danielle was first introduced to drugs by her peers while she attended the inner-city high school, and she quickly became a regular abuser of marijuana and prescription painkillers. Danielle dropped out of high school at the age of sixteen. She worked a menial job as a gas station attendant in Davis to support her drug habits and help her mother with the bills. The day she turned eighteen, Danielle auditioned for the manager of the Vanilla Unicorn and was given a job as an exotic dancer. She received on-the-job training from her colleagues at the gentlemen's club, and was favored by the patrons for her long legs and bright blonde hair. She carried over her father's nickname for her, "Angel," as her stage alias. Another dancer at the strip club, Alana Briggs, an African-American girl with calculating, brown eyes, would be the one to introduce Danielle to drugs such as heroin and cocaine, the pair using the latter of the two to ready themselves for a night of performances, and the former to fade to black in the backroom after they counted through their tip money. Alana would go on to become Danielle's partner-in-crime. The two graduated from private dances in the backroom to propositioning sexual favors to patrons of the strip club for whatever the John had to offer: money, drugs, connections, jewelry or notoriety. Alana Briggs was murdered by the hand of an abusive boyfriend in 2013 at the age of twenty-three. Erin, Danielle's younger sister by two years, moved out of the apartment they shared with their mother at the age of seventeen, and she took up residence with Roy Mancuso's elderly and dying mother in the city of Grapeseed in the county of San Andreas to escape Danielle and their schizophrenic of a mother figure. Eileen Mancuso was convicted on drug trafficking charges in the fall of 2011. February 21st, 2011, 03:21 A.M. | Strawberry, Los Santos "You stupid, stupid bitch!" screamed Robert Liotta between kicks to an eight-week-pregnant Danielle's stomach. Danielle laid crumpled in a heap at Robert's feet in the parking lot of the Vanilla Unicorn strip club, still dressed in her lingerie from her shift. Bystanders took leisure drags off of their cigarettes land watched the assault take place. They then turned their backs and resumed idle conversation inside of their group. Bass from the music playing inside of the strip club thumped continuously and mingled with the sounds of car alarms and police sirens in the distance. "Bobby! Bobby, please, you don't understand?! We could have a family, me an' you!" Danielle plead as she picked up her torso from the pavement and wiped blood from her lip. "A family? A family?! Look at you, Danielle! You think you're really fit for a mother? And, what's this?" Robert asked, the tone of his voice sharp with ridicule as he bent down to Danielle and took a firm grasp of her arm. He wrenched her arm over, his knuckles white, and eyed the fresh injection marks on the inside of her antecubital fossa with a scowl. "You been using again! For the love of Christ, Danielle! Me and you's going down to the clinic first thing in the morning, and we're getting that little son of a bitch inside of you taken care of! I'm not letting the mother of my child be some junkie dancer! I thought you said you were on birth control!" Danielle snatched her arm away from Robert and used her hands to wipe the hot tears from her cheeks. The thick layers of mascara on Danielle's heavily painted eyes smeared and cast dark shadows on her sunken face. "I'm not gettin' an abortion, Bobby! I'm gonna have this kid, with or without you!" barked Danielle as she wiped blood from her mouth on the back of her hand and began to collect herself to her feet. "Like hell you are!" Robert sneered down at Danielle as he loomed above her. He took a final drag off of his cigarette and cast it to the pavement. He then rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue dress shirt and sent repeated and violent kicks to Danielle's abdomen with his penny loafers, casting her back onto the pavement of the parking lot. She lay sobbing, cradling her stomach in her arms, by the front wheel arch of his car as he brought his assault to an end and stood upright to comb his fingers through his tediously groomed coiffure. Robert cast an apprehensive glance at the bystanders, whose attention had then returned, before filling his mouth with saliva and spitting it on the pavement beside Danielle. Robert crossed in front of the 2008 Dodge Avenger to the driver's seat and collapsed into the interior before sparking up another Newport. The car raced out of the parking lot with a screech, Danielle left in a lifeless mound on the ground. A steady trickle of bright red blood seeped from underneath the French chantilly lace of her skirt and down her thigh. The loss of her child and relationship with Robert Liotta drove Danielle into a downward spiral. Her abuse of heroin accelerated; no longer was the drug only used to bring her down after a cocaine-fueled night of pole work. All of the money earned from dancing at the local strip joint was devoted to feeding her addiction. Danielle struggled to maintain the rent on the apartment she once shared with Eileen. After eight months of unpaid rent and empty promises to her landlord, Danielle was evicted, and she was forced to take shelter in the beaten interior of her 1990 Cadillac de Ville, left to her in the will of her then deceased grandmother. She was fired from the Vanilla Unicorn when she continued to show up to work high despite numerous warnings from the manager. Between the years 2012 and 2016, in-and-out of rehab, Danielle would fall victim to an emotionally manipulative relationship with a man by the name of Thomas Rodriguez, a longshoreman. She fell pregnant with his child in 2016, and against the protests of Rodriguez, she would go on to birth the couple's daughter alone in the emergency room of Pillbox Medical Center. Thomas left town and changed his phone number the next day, leaving Danielle alone with the neonate, growth restricted from Danielle's incessant cigarette smoking. December 20th, 2019, 06:57 P.M. | Grapeseed, San Andreas Danielle exited the interior of her rusted, fifth-generation 1990 Cadillac de Ville and exhaled a breath of smoke before dropping her joint into the dirt. She quickly doubled to the passenger side of the vehicle, and helped the dark-haired toddler, courting a battered teddy bear underneath her arm, out to her feet. Danielle's sister, Erin, pushed through the creaky screen door of her house and leaned against a column on the front porch with folded arms. Erin watched the two approach the house with a look of despondency. "Well, well, well, Angel. You must need something to come all the way out here. What's wrong this time?" Erin asked as she made her way down the steps of the porch and met Danielle and the toddler in the walkway. "You always said you would take her, so, here! Take her! I can't do it anymore!" Danielle replied and pushed the toddler toward Erin. "I can't fucking do it anymore, OK?! She's better off here with you than with me. So take her," Danielle continued with a breath of exasperation. Danielle then took to her knee and turned the toddler to face her. She took her face in both of her hands and stroked the toddler's cheeks with her thumbs. After a final kiss on the child's forehead, Danielle rose to her feet and made fast for her vehicle, rummaging in the pocket of her tattered denim jacket for her car keys. Erin took up the toddler, dressed only in a Powerpuff Girls t-shirt and a diaper, and rested her on her right hip. She struggled to strum her fingers through the child's knotted and unkempt hair as she watched Danielle reenter the car. Danielle turned the key over in the ignition of the Cadillac de Ville several times before the engine of the car spluttered to life, and Danielle then quickly reversed out of the driveway and sped down the road, kicking up a trail of dust behind her. Erin traced her fingertips across the toddler's cheek with a weak smile and searched her face with her eyes. The toddler looked back at Erin with unfamiliarity and slotted her thumb into her mouth. "S'gonna be OK, Bella. Auntie Erin's gonna take care 'a you, sweetheart. You look hungry. You want Auntie Erin to make you something 'ta eat?" Erin asked the child, and the child responded with a quick nod of her head as she sucked on her thumb. Erin adjusted the toddler's weight on her hip and turned to carry her up the broken steps of the front porch of her house without sparing a glance to the swiftly disappearing vehicle in the distance.

Tiffany Jouchi, 19 Years Old

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No one share a vehicle between X persons in real life. If you can spawn the vehicle, everyone will just share their vehicles and it'll break the vehicle economy. I'm all for a permanent dup, but spawning is out of the question.

I'm pretty sure this is already doable, I have seen plenty of arson cases on the server already, some out in Sandy when the Backwood's crew and their rival neo-nazi crew where at war, I believe their tattoo shop was burnt to a crisp, same with the Pink Sandwich, or w/e it's called, when then seperate Eurasain crews collaborated to burn it down.

someone bring Tito back

Better take it far

Best of luck my guy!

Much props to the SD as a faction. I RP'd on this server almost a year back and took months and months off when I came back I situated a new character in Blaine County and at the time the only LEO faction was PD and respectfully the country-side was a wasteland.. You couldn't walk down a road without getting chased by a car or someone running up with guns to rob you and it was happening multiple times a day to quite a few people in the area, on a OOC level this was really frustrating and it ceased as soon as the SD actually got up and running. I rarely go into the city due to my character and can easily say SD as a faction improved the general feel of the county and made it viable for a lot more players to come that direction to start up a faction or business.

Javaris "Vari" Stewart and Keenon "Kee" Love Before All The Crippin

(MASSIVE Credits to @ToxxiC for making the actual graffiti piece)

Going to support this, I've spent too many minutes, spamming my ads in chat for it to finally get posted.

asbjhda comments: 150K !? fuckin putas who b coming up with these retarded prices!!!???? This = BARRIO JTM smh buncha levass suck my dick! Ill make sure yr price drop los pendejo, puta madre got me fucked up!

good sht

nice

Update 1.7.8b Additions Improved bullet casings model Added a new Speedo vehicle with multiple models made by our modding team, available at your local dealership : Fixes Important rework of some of the code to fix multiple server crashes and improve overall stability Mod credits: - TG_Stig - Original model - TheF3nt0n and Dani02 - Conversions - Boywond Interior and light textures - AlexanderLB - Badges - Cranlet, Emerald Green and TG_Stig - Liveries

Update 1.7.8a Additions /mtake & /mplace for FD has been added to take tools out of their vehicles (crowbar, hatchet, pipe wrench, flashlight, hammer) /mequipment Marshall has been added for fire Marshalls /niners for Police and Fire to display a list of the last twenty 911 calls and places a waypoint to the selected 911 call Pilot License has been changed to a real license, if you had the old item you can /report ingame to get it added in your licenses, it'll now be visible on MDC Changes /panic can now be used by FD members /hq can now be used by FD members /impound now requires hours and ticket price A new 911 system has been added and will ask if you need police, fire or both FD can now see information on dead bodies in the morgue You can no longer get your car out of the impound lot when you have outstanding fines on it /note now contains an amount value, if you need several of the same notes specify the amount All old fines have been wiped, specific abusers (people who had 100k+ of fines) will still be tracked down ICly by the LSPD You'll now be forced to hold a property for at least 14 days before being able to sell it Fixes 911 dispatch responses now come AFTER your first IC chat message /my now displays the apostrophe properly with lastname's ending on "'s" Fixed multiple server crashes