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WHO WE ARE Paleto Brewing Company started with the idea of combining the American and Australian craft beer scenes with the hopes of delivering a superb alcoholic product to be enjoyed by the people of San Andreas. The coastal scenery of Paleto Bay under the shade of Mount Chilliad provides the perfect environment to brew a range of craft beers to perfection, with access to fresh springs and the coastal breeze of the Pacific Ocean, nothing can rival it. Besides the brewing part of it, it's also the perfect environment to enjoy an ice-cold Paleto Brew. OUR VISION We are currently located at the old Sally's Surfshop in Paleto Bay, where further renovations are in the works. Our vision is to provide citizens in Blaine County and beyond a place to unwind and relax with friends while enjoying expertly crafted beers. Further, we will aim to provide the citizens of San Andreas with a location where they can enjoy our hospitality in the very location where we brew our range. In your mind, picture enjoying our flagship Precopio Dream, a light, refreshing lager with a light doughy yeast character, mild malt flavours and a soft floral aroma in our brewery location in Paleto Bay, relaxing with friends and loved ones while you can observe us brewing beers on site while enjoying great music in great company. OUR RANGE At present, our range consists of our flagship craft beers, providing different notes, flavours and strengths. We also have begin distilling Gin, Vodka and a Single Malt Whiskey. Our range will expand and adapt with time and aim to run competitions to the people of San Andreas for suggestions, with the winners receiving a cash prize. Our range, currently consists of: PRECOPIO DREAM LAGER Made in the spirit of Precopio Beach's beautiful shores and rolling waves, this light, refreshing lager with a light doughy yeast character, mild malt flavours and a soft floral aroma. CHUMASH INDIA PALE ALE Brewed in the image of the rolling hills and cliffs of North Chumash, and it has some bite to it. Dry, bitter, and straightforward, this is a modern IPA with a subtle sweet side hiding among eaerth hints of citrus fruits, and the ever present hoppy bitterness. HAZY PAY HPA Named after those beautiful hazy afternoons in Paleto Bay as the sun sets, that cool Pacific breeze in the setting sun,. This refreshingly smooth hazy pale ale is like those perfect Paleto days. Gazing out at the Pacific Ocean on the golden shores of Paleto as the waves greet you in the soft sand, you might find yourself lost in the haze as your senses become inspired with notes of tropical fruit and citrus as the sun dips slowly into the sea. RUBY SUNSET RED ALE Our heavy hitter, a different take on a traditional Irish Red, which seeks to embody the ruby sunsets on Paleto Bay. Ruby Sunset, our hoppy red ale, begins with a burst of tropical fruit aromas of blended and specialised hops all balanced with a smooth and velvety mouthfeel from a selection of roasted malts, Ruby Sunset has hints of caramel, toffee and hazelnut and finishes with a firm bitterness. MEXICAN LAGER Paleto Brewing Companies new Mexican Lager (Cerveza) brewed with malt, corn and agave makes for the perfect refreshment, any day. Pouring a clear straw-yellow with delicate fruity aromas, a touch of earthiness and a twist of lime thanks to the addition of specialist hops. This full-strength lager carries a sweet, slightly grainy taste from the corn while a clean rounded mouthfeel finishes out the beer until the next sip. PALETO BAY DRY GIN Our Paleto Bay Dry Gin has a delectable blend of ten carefully-considered sustainably foraged marine, Blaine County native and traditional botanicals distilled into a pure Paleto Bay wheat spirit. The bright, fresh flavours of the citrus, marine & juniper give way to the gentle peppery notes on the palate to deliver a complex lingering finish. PALETO BAY PINK GIN Inspired by the Pacific Reefs surrounding Paleto Bay and its surrounds, the aromatics of strawberry gum, hibuscus, fragrant spice of riberries & salinity of karkalla, creamy, vanilla notes reminiscent of strawberry ripple ice cream. Fresh, crisp orange flower cut through for a refreshing, long finish with a pink peppercorn tingle. our pink gin speaks true of a captivating Paleto seascape. CHILIAD SINGLE MALT WHISKEY Chiliad Single Malt is uniquely Paleto, crafted exclusively with local wine barrels from Tongva Hills for maturation resulting in a Whisky with balanced aromas of raisins, bananas and a touch of balsamic lead to clove, toffee and nougat. The palate is filled with red berries, hints of cinnamon and a variety of savoury and spice driven notes. A long, dry and tannic finish guides a strong linear reach through the palate, balancing a generous roundness and oiliness of the spirit. WHAT NOW? We hope that at some point, each and every living, breathing person in San Andreas has a chance to enjoy a Paleto Brew, and while we continue to seek a Brewery/Bar location in the Bay, we hope you all are excited for the future to come. We will continue to refine our recipes and update you all as we continue to roll out our liquor into the wider market. Cheers to us all, Paleto Brewing Co.

This thread will follow the development of Kevin and Jason Takenaka.

The Death Valley Woods is a clique of white criminals situated in Sandy Shores and Harmony. This collective comprises various groups that have merged into one large gang. It was established in 2023 by the Walker brothers, Malcolm and Chandler, who were later joined by two members of the Mongols Motorcycle Club, Joseph "Reader" Lyons and Jimmy "Jimbo" Graves. As the four gang members engaged in criminal activities together, their involvement with the clique gradually evolved. Sharing similar ideologies, they officially formed the Death Valley Woods. The primary focus of the gang is drug trafficking, narcotics production, murder for hire, and other violent crimes. All current members have prior felony convictions and have served time in Twin Towers Correctional Facility. This thread will track the development and ultimate fate of the gang. Death Valley Woods is a notorious gang that originated in Sandy Shores, and its members are comprised of individuals who share similar beliefs and agendas. The group was first established by Chandler Walker, Malcolm Walker, and Joseph Lyon's, and it began to take shape after Joseph's departure from the Mongols Death Valley chapter. Chandler and Malcolm Walker's associates joined the group's hierarchy, Death Valley Woods began to grow in size and influence. The gang's members shared a common bond, a sense of brotherhood, and a desire to assert their dominance in the criminal underworld. The idea of making the group official emerged after a visit to the Twin Towers Correctional Facility in Los Santos, which houses some of the most dangerous and notorious white men in the world. The experience had a profound impact on the members of Death Valley Woods, and it fueled their determination to become a powerful and respected gang. Over the next few months, the gang's members continued to grow in number, and they began to establish themselves as a significant force in the criminal underworld. Joseph Lyons and Malcolm Walker, continued to hold the keys to the gang. As the gang continued to expand, it eventually adopted a different name inside the county jail CWB, although it maintained its reputation for violence and criminal activity. Today, Death Valley Woods is considered one of the most dangerous and influential gangs in the region, with a network of criminal connections that extends across state lines The Death Valley Woods aim to portray a realistic peckerwood gang, following similar ideology as to certain real life peckerwood gangs. The group currently role-plays out of Sandy Shores and Harmony. However, the group in-game may portray a white supremacy gang, out of character there is a zero tolerance for OOC reflection of character actions or views. Anyone who wishes to join the faction is welcome to do so but are encouraged to research accordingly and have some knowledge of the area of roleplay they will be engaging in on an OOC level. Contact @BenjiGB or @Menace. for any OOC leadership questions or concerns. And contact @Broown for any lifer characters are wanting to join.

Recycling really old memes aside, I did want to kick up another discussion for this. It's no secret that RP on the server is pretty one-sided. The vast, vast majority of the player base is concentrated in LS. That's never really going to change, most people here come sold on the idea of roleplaying pseudo-Los Angeles. From the high class civilians who drive around in sports cars and frequent clubs to the lower class workers who work at the docks or shops. Same goes for less than legal RP, organized crime tends to take vast inspiration from the syndicates and gangs that've gained near mythical status in LA. This is gonna focus on the county, though. RP for the county is wholly concentrated in Sandy Shores and Harmony. The RP in these towns revolves almost completely around low-income rural lifestyles. Sandy's a run down forgotten town, Stab City is a trailer park, and Harmony has a few hotels, some mechanics and even more trailers. But because of this, county RP has become almost exclusively this breed of roleplay. To the point where it feels like anyone from the County (Regardless of which town in the county) may as well be from Dixieland. People in Sandy and Harmony, for the most part, like the status quo. They're having fun, and they don't want sweeping changes that will turn their RP hubs into something totally different. They've got every right to feel this way, and changing their fun isn't right. But with the discussion of the Cayo Perico mod, I came to the realization that there really isn't any option for middle class RP in the county. As someone who grew up in a rural area of the US that both absolutely ate shit during the 2008 recession and recovered from said recession from tripling down on tourism, I'm going to pull from real life experience. Because I've believed for a while now that Paleto has an absurd amount of potential that can generate interest and a dedicated player base for RPers of all cloths and colors. It's a coastal town that has access to a pristine beach, a huge mountain area for hunting/skiing/hiking, and space to build. There's a ton of business opportunities here, both legal and illegal. Anyone who's ever been to places like Myrtle Beach or Ocean City knows that these places can be both extremely beautiful and exceptionally sleazy at the same time. Because what better place to sell LSD than a place where a thousand college kids show up for Spring/Summer break? Or charge them exhorbant prices for hotels, food and attractions. And the best part is we could do this while not changing the RP scene in Sandy or Harmony. It could create three different 'poles' on the map, each one with a different overall culture for the characters who focus there. Does anyone else agree? I know this is pretty optimistic, but I think it's worth giving a shot if enough resources can be mustered.

Oakland "Oak" Inglehart It was a midsummer evening in Odessa, Texas, as a dark sedan barreled down the freeway toward Odessa Regional Medical Center. Debris from a light gale filled the air as the sedan screeched into the parking lot coming to a halt. The door swung open and out stepped a 16-year-old girl. Frantically, she charged into the hospital's maternity ward, filling the lobby with blood-curdling screams. She was quickly checked in but was already emotionally checked out. Just after sunset, rain began to kiss the hospital's windows. At the same time, Oakland Inglehart was brought into this world and whisked away from his mother's arms as quickly as he'd gone into them. Uninterested and unable to care for him, Oakland was put up for adoption immediately after Annabel's parental rights were signed away by the stroke of a pen. The next day, the typical routine of a small family of three's morning was broken when their phone unexpectedly rang. The mother and father had been trying to get pregnant with a second child for years, but eventually grew concerned and consulted with a fertility doctor. After having tests performed on both of them, they eventually received the news that they wouldn't be able to naturally get pregnant. On a whim, they'd added their names to adoption waitlists but were discouraged after being told about the extensive waitlist and arduous process. Not expecting what would be on the other line, the wife aggressively picked up the phone expecting to shoo another telemarketer off. She dropped the phone in shock as she received the news that they'd been selected as candidates to adopt Oakland; the phone swung from its line as tears streamed down her face. The family quickly packed into their station wagon and drove straight to the hospital where Oakland had remained, abandoned by his mother. Oakland's childhood was picture-perfect with his new family for nine years. He had friends in school and was well-liked by all his teachers and peers, he excelled in sports and maintained above-average standardized test scores. His adoptive family's daughter, just four years older than him, would often watch over him when his parents were occupied. Neither were troublemakers, but Oakland was known to commonly be snooping around things in the house. A childlike curiosity in all things often pushed his common sense to the side. He and his sister were best friends, and practically inseparable. One day while their parents were gone, Oakland went through a cabinet in the study, a room he was never permitted to enter. He opened a small drawer on his father's desk and found a single-action revolver, the kind you would see in a western film being wielded by some mysterious gunslinger. Intrigued, and not knowing any better, he ran to the kitchen where his sister was doing homework and waved it around to show her. As his arms clumsily flailed in bewilderment, the hammer's spur made contact with a curio cabinet, and the room instantly filled with a flash of light and the smell of gunpowder. The gun flew from Oakland's hands and clattered on the floor, his ears ringing from the deafening sound and his gaze rested on the floor where the revolver had settled. His eyes darted around the room trying to ascertain what had just happened when they caught focus of his sister at the dining room table. Her head was resting on the table as if she'd fallen asleep, and Oakland darted over to her and rested his hand on her shoulder. He was confused, and scared, and didn't understand how she could sleep through such a loud noise. Only a moment passed before Oakland looked down at his feet, and noticed a pool of blood forming at his feet. Panicked, alone, and scared, he hid in a closet until his parent returned home to discover his sister's lifeless body. In the years following this incident, he was all but loved. Stricken by grief, his adoptive family began to treat him like a burden and he was ostracized from his friend groups. His parents rarely acknowledged him, filled with a burning hatred for what he'd done to their once-happy family. A once bright future immediately faded into darkness. He began to fall in with the wrong crowd, started abusing drugs and alcohol, and began to isolate himself from his family. These unhealthy behaviors carried on until his eighteenth birthday when he was given a card by his parents. Surprised to get anything from them, he eagerly tore open the envelope and slid the card out. It was a birthday card alright, an eviction notice contained within alongside a check for a small amount of money that was once his college fund. For thirty days, Oakland worked day in and day out for temp agencies, often getting told to just go home after showing up late each morning. What money he could scrape together, he saved. He had no idea where he was going to go, or what he was going to do. He'd just graduated high school by a thread, and none of his so-called friends were the kind of people who would ever offer him a roof over his head and a warm meal; they were all just drinking buddies. Distraught, confused, and scared, the deadline quickly approached until the day had come. He rented a cheap car, gathered what few possessions were his own, and twisted his childhood home's doorknob one last time. As the door creaked open the people who were once so eager to have him in their lives appeared behind him with a small box in hand, offering only the box to him; no goodbyes, best wishes, or invitation to ever return. Still filled with regret from what he'd done half a lifetime ago, he sullenly took the box in hand and slowly walked towards his little blue rental car. Tears streamed down his face as he set the box on the passenger seat, where he'd noticed a paper tucked into the side between various possessions. Curiously, he lifted the paper out and wiped the tears from his face as he began to read it. It was his birth certificate, with his biological Mother's name filled in. Suddenly he'd figured out where he wanted to go next, but with nothing to go off of besides a name he had not a clue in the world of how he was going to get there. With what little money he had left, Oakland budgeted to keep enough cash to use for gas money to drive to practically either end of the country from Texas; the rest of his money he forked over to a sleazy private investigator with one goal in mind, to find his biological mother. After months of being jerked around and sleeping in his car, the investigator had exhausted all his funds. It was almost as if the man wanted to take Oakland for every dollar he had, forcing him to dumpster dive for food and panhandle on most days. In November 2022 the private investigator called and gave Oakland two sets of information that he'd been waiting for since August; two phone numbers, and addresses belonging to two women with the same name that was listed on his birth certificates. One address in Arizona, and one in San Andreas, Oakland began his arduous drive to the west. Eventually, he arrived in Phoenix and parked up in front of the first house. Feeling uneasy, and sick to his stomach, he quickly approached the front door of the home he was told was his mother's. His knuckles rapped against the front door, and a very elderly woman clearly in her nineties answered the door. Instantly his face turned pale, and he remarked to the woman that he had the wrong address then shuffled off back to his car. Feeling defeated already, he drove down the street a few blocks, pushed his head into the steering wheel sobbing, and fell asleep. He woke up the next morning drenched in sweat from the sun beating down on his dark car. Only one option left in his plan, he turned the car on, put it in drive, and continued to the west. Early in the morning the next day, he arrived in San Andreas and continued until he reached the town where the final possibility was living. Not wanting to repeat the embarrassment of his first attempt, he stopped at a 24/7 nearby and purchased a disposable camera with an extra roll of film, and a cup of coffee. Initially, Oakland planned on moving more slowly and figuring out whether or not this was going to be the right person, but one night while he was watching the address that supposedly housed his biological mother, a woman with a gun began to approach his car. He was motioned out and ordered behind a nearby fence. It was then that the woman pressed the cold muzzle of a Sig-Sauer against Oakland's forehead, aggressively demanding an explanation for why he was watching her house. At a loss for what to do and being surrounded by hostile strangers, he told them to check his car. The woman returned with his birth certificate in hand, irate and screaming. She briefly conversed in Spanish with the men surrounding Oakland before heading inside and disappearing for the time it'd take to make a phone call. Upon returning outside, she sent Oakland off with a young blonde girl who took him to a local business to get him fed. After hours of being horrified, confused, and experiencing his own bouts of denial, it ultimately became clear to him that this was the right address after all. After months of searching, and a lifetime of waiting, he'd finally found his real family. They sat down at a table where the woman explained that she was indeed his Mother, Annabel Inglehart, and that she hadn't remembered anything of him because of her own life's circumstances. He was never supposed to find her, and she was shocked that he was able to; she made it clear that she was filled with her own regrets. After a long conversation, he was taken back to the house he'd been watching, and offered a set of keys and the opportunity to find out who he truly was.

Annabel "Belle" Inglehart was born on Saturday, April 8 1988 ((changed due to age up)) in the midafternoon. Growing up she was always act first, think later type of person befitting of her Zodiac sign, Aries. She was the pure embodiment of a wild child with an explosive personality. She always did good in school and her beauty was always admired, but her temper hidden deep within her always had a way of exploding at the wrong time. Over the years, she slowly began to think on her own and make her own decision which her family was fond of, but she was all they had when it came to help on their farm in Texas and she was their only child. When she got into her late teens it became too much to handle and she finally ended up being expelled from school due to causing too much trouble as a result of her temper. Her family began calling out to other family members seeing if anyone could help, but only one family offered to help. It was the middle of summer when she finally moved in with her cousin Jaelyn and her family on their farm just outside Odessa. Everything went smoothly until Belle got into college and Jaelyn left... Before Jaelyn left, everything was under control and everything felt right until, it wasn't. Jaelyn left and all she said was she was leaving with this guy, Boe. She was in love and that she was following him to Los Santos. It crushed Belle and sent her into a slow downward spiral. The first few months, things went fine and then they didn't. She became rebellious and began to hang out with the wrong people. She began doing drugs and getting in fights constantly, even letting her grades slip away and facing near expulsion. Then one night, everything changed. Belle and her friends began the night as they usually do, popping pills and drinking alcohol... it was the only way for Belle to feel numb and forget she was abandoned. Sadly this time she overdid it and landed herself in the hospital. When she awoke no one was there, not Jaelyn... not Jaelyn's family... none of her friends... no one. She was all alone and all she knew was... she almost died. She made the decision to get help and it went okay at first until the therapist bad mouthed Jaelyn which resulted in Belle breaking his nose. She stopped getting help and focused on school, graduating and getting her bachelor's in nursing, but none of it felt right... Jaelyn wasn't there. No one was there. After several months of working and saving, she located Jaelyn. Sadly, it wasn't by any means that she wanted. She found Boe's obituary in the Los Santos newspaper and began planning how to move there. A lot of time had gone by, but she was finally on the road with all she owned packed into her crappy Tampa and headed for Los Santos. However, she knew she needed to act dumb and act like she knew nothing of what had been going on. The shy naive girl didn't exist anymore, but for now she had to.

This thread will follow the development of Rhett Kramer, the second youngest sibling of the Kramer Family, in his struggle to provide for his family just as much as his older brothers do, wanting to be seen as another man of the house rather than a boy. I have been roleplaying this character for a few months now. For screenshots of RP up to this point, you can check out: https://forum.gta.world/en/topic/61420-the-grapeseed-community/ For a summary:

A thread documenting the story of Hassan El-Alami. Recently minted Cadet Ranger, wannabe shrink and lapsed Catholic.

This thread will follow the development of young motorcycle enthusiast, Ismail Reyes. Ismail was born at Paleto Bay 22 years ago. His only passion is riding a motorcycle and nothing else. 22 years old rider constantly suffers from his alcohol and nicotine addiction.