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Glocknine

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  1. Update teh discord link cuz tryna join breh
  2. Most of the factions need closing down. I see useless beef and gun violence over the smallest shit ever.
  3. This is good reading. This should be mandatory read for all the street gangs.
  4. gon keep track on the smuggling route
  5. Glooks gangyy take this shit faar
  6. Okay, understandable if that's what he wants.
  7. +1, this shouldn't even be a thing to discuss
  8. I'm surprised that this rule isn't changed yet. Allow illegal RP-ers to use cars in muggings, and muggings/burglaries out of their neighborhood (Expensive areas like Vinewood Hills etc). There's plenty of examples from the real life counterpart (Los Angeles) where gangsters from South Central go out to rich areas to perform burglaries/muggings. Maybe implement more fear to Illegal RP-ers when performing muggings/burglaries with a higher chance of getting CK-ed when caught by police or getting killed during the robbery. A couple of examples from real life that go against this rule; A group of gang members tried to rob an expensive watch from a male on broad daylight at Beverly Hills LAPD blames Rollin 30's gang members in hundreds of burglaries outside of their own neighborhood, including houses of celebrities A group of gang members traveled out to Hollywood Hills to carry out a home invasion burglary on a known celebrity A group of thugs utilizing a car to possibly perform a robbery on a pedestrian
  9. One of the best screenshots I've seen in World by so far, keep up the good shit yahurr?
  10. The police scanner for news is the best so far. Good to see this type of updates
  11. Looking for people who would wanna participate in roleplaying modern day Rollin' 30's Original Harlem Crips (Los Angeles street gang). Shoot me a forum PM.
  12. EARLY LIFE AND ARRIVAL TO LOS SANTOS Harold Suzuki was initially born in South Korea, in a small town on January 5th 1978. He was raised by a single father, who was a hard working man, and a known figure in that little town due to his value towards a small community. Harold's father Han was working as a farmer, and a chiropractor. Harold had no sibling or other relatives besides his father. From a very young age, Harold had to work with his father, and help his father do daily chores in the farm. Han was a man who didn't like sloth, and laziness, which made Harold suffer from all the time, and from time he was shaped into a hard worker like his father. Once Harold reached adulthood, he had to be independent enough to start his own life, and work his way towards his real dream. Despite the fact that Harold had to work as a farmer as a young kid, he had a dream of opening the doors to his own shop one day. It took Harold years to work his way up in a poor town to get initial funds for owning his own shop. He worked years as a bookseller in his adulthood before he had a chance to get a job in a local shop as a clerk. Of course he had many other jobs before he got enough of money to get his own store in the little town. By the time Harold got his own shop, he was already 25 years old. Although he finally had his own shop, he wasn't still satisfied with what he had. For a few years, he managed that little shop alone before he upgraded that into a decent corner store, which was pretty popular in his town already. After 5 years of hard work with his shop, he was the happiest man known in the town. He loved his shop more than anything. By the time, he was already 30 years old, and still had no wife. Turns out that Harold was so blinded by working all his life that he had no social life or time finding a wife. It's a cold night of 9th December, 2008. Harold is sleeping in his little apartment when all of sudden hell breaks loose. He wakes up, and jumps out his bed, and looks out the window. He sees people running around on the street, screaming. A massive flood happens to be hitting Harold's little town in South Korea. That night changed Harold's life completely. It was a pure chaos, people were running around panicking, and Harold didn't know what to do. Harold had no time to evacuate, and he stood his ground in the tall apartment building as he watched the further situations unfold in front of him. It was until morning, when the flood finally became to its end, and people were able to get out of the shelters again. Many people died that night, including Harold's father Han. But that wasn't even the worst news. Harold had to found out that his shop, that he had for years was completely wiped out, and nothing was left. The whole town was pretty much destroyed. Harold's apartment was the only thing that was still there for Harold, after the massive flood. Harold fell into a depression soon enough. Harold was sitting inside his apartment for weeks, before he recovered from the catastrophe. When Harold finally recovered completely, he started going outside to meet new people. One day, he was outside, and got himself into a Poker game somehow. Although Harold didn't even know how to play, he still participated in the Poker game. It was the only opportunity in the town to get lucky, and win some money that time. He was playing with 3 other men, who were drunk, and old as a crap. The bets weren't big, they were around 100,000 South Korean Won (25-50$). One man was that poor that he placed a bet not with money, but a plane ticket. It was a plane ticket to America, Los Santos. It meant pretty much nothing to the men around the table. At some point, Harold got lucky, and won the Poker game despite the fact that he didn't even know how to play. He won a little amount of money, and a plane ticket to America, that he had a plan to barter with. Time passed by, and Harold was still sad with nothing left besides his small apartment in that poor town. Harold didn't know what to do, and he was unfortunate enough to not sell or barter with that plane ticket as no one in town had plans on traveling. So it was, just a piece of paper sitting in Harold's pocket, completely worthless. However one day, he was drinking beer with a couple of young men in front of his apartment, talking about life overall. At some point, Harold's plane ticket came in conversation. The young men were pushing the idea to Harold of moving to America, but Harold was refusing at first. It was a couple of months until Harold decided that there's nothing left anyways in that town for him, and he eventually sold his apartment, and traveled all the way from South Korea to United States Of America. Harold finally arrived to Los Santos International Airport with some money to start a new life, and just a couple of months of acknowledge in English, knowing just a few words, and sentences. It's been now 15 years from the time Harold arrived to Los Santos, and he's settled in a small apartment in Little Seoul, where he currently works as a cashier at a nearby store. To this day, Harold still has a dream of opening his own shop one day, which he maybe accomplishes during his lifetime in America. Who knows what's going to happen?
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