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*In your character's bored browsing of the internet, they find a mysterious link to an independent local news project simply titled: 'PARADISE'. The website is quite plain, a basic geocities-style setup. Everything is center-aligned. There's an imageboard comment section below.* ((This thread is NSFW and some posts may contain mature content. Thread is considered IC as a website.)) PARADISE PROJECT LOS SANTOS WEBPORTAL ((EPILEPSY WARNING - Some flashing images ahead. (Not too many))) ((Middle mouse on images will open their hyperlinks.)) BY ENTERING THIS SITE YOU AGREE YOU ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER [CONFIRM] [GO BACK] ((UNSPOILER BELOW TO ENTER)) SUPPORT THE FREE PRESS Donate to help us film this shit (it ain't easy): Every bit helps and is put toward our cost of living. And beer. CashApp: AshParadise Bitcoin Address (Bech32): bc1zg4tskar7xfwivy5l643lydlw9re59gtyzwf5mdq ((/banktransfer XXXXX 010003978 Paradise Donation.)) FOR ADVERTISING, PHOTOSHOOTS, OR INTERVIEWS: Send an Email to [email protected] OR [email protected] ((Forum PM myself or @Zetara)) -COMMENTS ARE ENABLED- Username: Comment: ((Character Thread))

*The website's quite plain in display, everything center-aligned: 'anotherdayinparadise.net.'* (( https://forum.gta.world/en/topic/117988-paradise-project-webportal )) Hey there. Butch here. Just would like to give you a warning that there is disturbing content in this article, particularly footage of police Neutralizing a suspect. If that bothers you I'd recommend avoiding this article. Pursuits, high speed chases.. criminals evading the law. They're the lifeblood of a night out stringing, between shootings, brawls and general disputes it's the sound of sirens wailing out into the night that draws a stringer in. It's quiet? Well there goes a dozen sirens. Honestly? When it comes down to it I personally try and avoid pursuits, but I have a habit of catching the tail end of a pursuit... or well. The end of the line. Ha, see what I did there? Whether the suspect continue to run on foot, be tazed, or even go out in a blaze of glory, you'll eventually see it all. Not every pursuit is the side effect of violent crime of course, it's quite common for street racers and joy riders to evade police for their adrenalin hit. I'd wager at least 50% of pursuits I see aren't worth bothering with as they are regularly a joyrider who feels lucky taking a gamble and fleeing from police rather than risking a suspended license or an impounded vehicle. Joke's on them of course.. if police have your plate it'll get impounded anyway when they raid your house. Great way to catch a worse sentence that one, but who am I to judge? Some just can't take the heat and have the urge to put their pedal to the floor. But anyway, I'm probably boring the shit out of you so I'll talk about some pursuit terminations that I personally have witnessed (and documented) within the recent past. First off, it's the 21st of January 2024. Ash and I have just finished documenting the recent raids on multiple apartment blocks when we head back towards Legion Square, spotting a car pulled over by multiple police vehicles. The suspect sits inside.. their car disabled. So what is it that they chose to do you may ask? Well. Obviously they run from the police, Metro Police included.. a stupendously bad idea. But here's the footage. Unfortunately, I wasn't lucky enough to have caught the moment the suspect was arrested following the foot pursuit, but you can see why his decision was ridiculously stupid. Multiple armed officers, armoured vehicles. It's almost like they wanted to spend some amount of time in the pen. It was a rather eventful night on it's own, but a foot pursuit like this? The perfect way to finish the night. Skipping forward to much more recent happenings I'll start with the most recent pursuit. Why not the one the night before? Well, we'll find out when we get there dear readers. It's the 9th of February, about 1am. Close enough to the witching hour that one wouldn't be surprised to find out that the most hectic of arrests are made in the small hours. Here, our suspect has been pit maneuverered into a wall, crashing and ending his pursuit. I had arrived to the scene following the suspect being detained. I had overheard the Officers stating that they had to taze and beanbag the suspect multiple times. Geeze. if that were me I'd have given up the second my car hit the wall. Course our suspect here made claims that police provoked him into evading.. when in reality they pulled him over in the first place for driving an unregistered vehicle. Rather stupid if you asked me. Well. If you don't know what police do with unregistered vehicles used in crime I'll tell you. They get crushed. Hope he didn't pay much for his ride. I would feel bad for the perp, following all the tasers and beanbags.. as well as his car being crushed. But truthfully? I don't. He threatened me after all. Finally.. from now on I will warn you, the following footage may disturb, especially considering the subject matter. It's the 8th of February, close enough to 2am. I'm driving around when I notice sirens, I slowly follow a Sherriff's Department vehicle as it rolls up near Forum Drive. There's cars everywhere so I cross the road. Right as I up my camera I capture deputies surrounding a perp. His car's tangled up in a tree. Multiple firearms pointed at him. Right as I up and focus my camera the suspect charges at police. Police open fire and he's shot dead on the scene. I wonder what the fuck was running through his head? Why waste your life like that. I apologize readers the following footage is rather disturbing. But it's the truth. This is what goes on inside Los Santos. I'll avoid poking fun here like I normally would as a man's dead. He wasted his life with one incredibly stupid decision. I don't know how he ended up fleeing police and what crimes me may or may not have committed. But at the end of the day a human life has ended. That's it. That's the end of the line for him. This wasn't an easy article to write, admittedly it's not every day you catch a human life ending on camera in this line of work. I feel for the family of this gentleman who just lost someone they cared for. I feel for the Deputies who went home knowing they had to end the life of another human being. But everyone makes stupid decisions. While the local government and the movie industry love to promote sunny Los Santos, those who live here know the reality is much more grim. I'd like to thank you for reading this article. It's been brewing for a few days. But I didn't know how I was going to tackle such a heavy subject matter. - Butch. DONATE IF YOU CAN PLEASE, THIS SHIT AINT EASY. Every dollar helps put food on the table and thus helps me make more content. 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*The website's quite plain in display, everything center-aligned: 'anotherdayinparadise.net.'* (( https://forum.gta.world/en/topic/117988-paradise-project-webportal )) Hey readers, Butch here it, turns out writing articles isn't going to be a one-time thing. This one will be more of a blog though. Funny that? I see I had quite a few readers with the last article. Unfortunately this article's going to be a bit more serious than poking fun at idiots. Today's issue is on drugs, addiction. Particularly based on my personal experience with the opioid crisis in our city. Course, this is the sort of thing that the Vinewood elite love to brush over. Even the star-walk can't hide victims of the opioid epidemic from tourists. As much as I don't like to admit it, I myself am a recovering heroin addict, having been hooked shortly after running from home. I never finished high school.. actually grew up in Hawick funny enough, that great big Vinewood sign looming over me for my whole life. Didn't take long on the streets till I was hooked, having been offered a joint spiked with heroin nasty stuff, Gotta be careful who you take your drugs from people! You know what though? It was awful.. I hated it from day one.. slowly falling into addiction I was helpless to stop it. I grew desperate, begging for money, pawning things I'd find in dumpsters.. all to satisfy my fix and cease the rising dope sickness. Despite what some of you may think, that addicts continue to do drugs because they enjoy them. That isn't always the case.. especially when it comes to drugs as nasty as heroin, horse, dope.. whatever the fuck you chose to call it. For years I was a zombie, a slave to my habit and the cities health system wasn't any help back then. PHMC weren't maintaining medical records quite as well as they are these days. If I wasn't getting high on the streets I was getting high in clubs and bars, snorting powder in the bathroom, shooting up in an alleyway. Opioids are awful shit. But... it's not as simple as suddenly going cold turkey. Can't just take people's drugs away and expect them to get better. Unfortunately this seems to be the solution that those not in the know chose to take... and honestly? Who can blame law enforcement for that.. it's their job to take away illicit substances. But at that point you're creating a criminal, feeding into the cycle. People need help. Not every drug addict is a bad person, some are victims. I can certainly tell you that I'm not the only one to have gotten addicted to heroin through a spiked joint here and there. Whenever I see someone begging on the streets, strung out? I treat them like a person. We're all victims to the system here in Sunny Los Santos. There isn't even a clear solution to the drug epidemic. Unfortunately drugs will never just -go- away.. however from my personal experience many addicts simply need to be provided with something else. Something more. I found myself facing the strongest influence of all, hope. I had a friend stick their neck out for me. Making sure that I was healthy fed me, helped me ween off the drugs. For that I was stronger they had given me what I needed to kick the habit. While that may be one person yes, I ask that you look out for friends and family who may be suffering with addiction. Stand by their side and help them work through it and maybe they'll turn around, get better. Pushing them to get away from heroin, meth even gambling. If you truly care for them don't demonize them, you'll push them away. Much like some of my friends certainly did.. I'm not proud of my past, but frankly.. I'm grateful for those who have stuck beside me for the duration of my journey. All and all.. don't come to Los Santos people, this place is a hellhole. The drug epidemic is only going to get worse and with a drug market comes warfare. Gangs fighting for control of a market and the police can't do fuck all about it. For every big drug bust, another organization will simply fill the gap. Leading to criminal organizations producing more drugs to flood the streets. Gunfights are already a regularity here as organizations fight for power. Even these days I usually catch the aftermath of a mass shootout every night that I go out stringing. Western society is in decline and Los Santos is the hotbed where you see the division of classes at it's worst. While the eccentrics in the hills wine and dine.. tourism continuing to line their pockets while the rest of us suffer down here on the streets. We'll continue to suffer from addiction, and from violence being caught in the crossfire between groups fighting for control. So.. what can I say? Don't fucking come to Los Santos. Help out your friends dealing with difficulties such as addiction and.. well. Promote indie media, you know mainstream media aint going to talk about the difficult shit we do. I guess that's it for this week folks. Look out for your friends, family and loved ones.. god knows who else will. DONATE IF YOU CAN PLEASE, THIS SHIT AINT EASY. Every dollar helps put food on the table and thus helps me make more content. CashApp: ButchParadise ((/banktransfer XXXXX 010002614 Paradise Donation.)) -COMMENTS ARE ENABLED- Username: Comment:

*The website's quite plain in display, everything center-aligned: 'anotherdayinparadise.net.'* (( https://forum.gta.world/en/topic/117988-paradise-project-webportal )) It's not Ash! I know, how surprising! I may as well start writing I suppose. It's like any other night in South Central. Sirens all around, bodies strewn about the streets, but tonight I don't exactly feel like writing about dead bodies and rather one of the most supreme acts of stupidity I've seen in a few weeks. (And there's a hell of a lot of stupidity to be seen in Los Santos.) It starts with a traffic stop like any other. Torrence, check. Carload of teenagers? Check. Multiple police? Sounds like we've got a long night ahead of us. Eventually after no small amount of questioning police have one of the passengers exit the vehicle, upon question this teenager he seems to grow rather agitated. Deciding to swing at an officer and run. (While assaulting an individual is rather dumb, assaulting a police officer is even more so, this teenager can expect no small amount of time behind bars.) And so he ran, but that's not all.. his friends despite being pulled over decided to flee the scene the moment officers pursued his friend, now that's one way to earn yourself an evasion charge. Stupid games huh? After a short pursuit on foot Officers eventually detain the suspect. Gun aimed and ready to stop him from potentially assaulting yet another officer. See kids? This isn't excessive force this is simply how officers treat potential threats to their wellbeing. Want your next traffic stop to go smoothly? Don't swing on a cop. Unfortunately PD wasn't too happy with me lingering around their police scene and snapping photos, I overheard them suggesting that they'd arrest me if they found out I'm an accomplice No clue where they may have gotten that idea in their heads? Guess that explains why these cowboys were waving guns at me like it was the gunfight at the O.K. corral. So I vacated the area, watching the arrest from afar. Soon enough it was time for the police to search this wayward youth. Now I know what you're thinking... was he was armed? Nope.. but he was carrying five figures in cash on him.. now losing that REALLY must sting.. wish I could be a fly on the wall when he finds out how long he'll be behind bars for. Of course, that's not all.. poor kid seemed to think cops would just turn him back to his parents.. he seemed to be really embarrassed about the possibility of his parents seeing him on the evening news. Well I have great news for you kid, here you are.. front and centre on my debut. Now, I hear you ask but what about the perp's friends? Well.. according to the Officers on scene they were caught too, having crashed into multiple police vehicles in the process of evading... so at least he won't be in the pen alone.. But really that's another special kind of stupid.. their friend was the one in trouble, why the hell did they have to go and evade and earn themselves a multiple year sentence behind bars. (Felonies aren't a joke kids.) In short don't be a fucking idiot, sure you may dislike cops.. but there's better ways to go about it than swinging on an officer and earning yourself a multi-year stint in the pen. Especially when you're still going through puberty. And guess what kid? You're famous now, congratulations. Moral of the fucking story? Don't waste your life pulling stupid shit like this. DONATE IF YOU CAN PLEASE, CAMERA GEAR IS FUCKING EXPENSIVE. Every dollar helps put food on the table and thus helps me make more content. CashApp: ButchParadise ((/banktransfer XXXXX 010002614 Paradise Donation.)) -COMMENTS ARE ENABLED- Username: Comment:

((NOTE: LINKS TO 'REAL LIFE' ARTICLES AND STUDIES, AS WELL AS HISTORICAL PHOTOGRAPHS, ARE TO BE READ THROUGH THE LENS OF LOS SANTOS FOR CONTINUITY. ALL REFERENCES ARE VERIFIED.)) *The website's quite plain in display, everything center-aligned: 'anotherdayinparadise.net.' This one has a disclaimer that reads:* YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO UNREAD THIS INFORMATION In the land where cash is king, your silence is bought and sold for free. Los Santos has a long and troubled past with urban oil extraction dating back to its inception. At around a population of 50,000 in 1900, Los Santos started as a strange place - that defied God himself. Water was brought through to the valley through the creation of the Land Act reservoir, flooding Tatavium to benefit the city. Fresh water was never meant to be here, and in as much, neither were the entertainment or tourism industry. LS is an oil town. Oil Fields, circa 1930. Image provided courtesy of LS Public Records. By the thirties, Los Santos had become one of the most important oil drilling sites in the United States. San Andreas was responsible for nearly a quarter of the world's oil output alone, with most operations taking place on the island itself. Oil derricks were so plentiful at one point, the LS Times described them as 'dense as a forest'. Thousands dotted the land, from Vespucci to Idlewood. Over time, these derricks 'disappeared' as the suburbs expanded to take them over and drilling operations were made more efficient. The public was assured that there were no health detriments, and that the drilling had ceased in their neighborhoods. Another oil field c. 1930, image provided by LS Public Records. --But if there's anything you should know as an American, it's to never trust corporations, nor the government. This profitable industry did not vanish- it just went underground where the people who "matter" would complain about it. Those oil wells that still exist have been covered to hide them from prying eyes, many of which exist in the heart of the city. Take the Rockford Plaza for example. That strange round protrusion in the middle is not an elevator. The elevator is to the right. What's the point in covering them? Well, when your city goes from heavy industry to a showbiz town, appearances are everything. Los Santos is a superficial place; plastic people and false smiles. The facade runs to the very core. Being fake is what makes Los Santos, Los Santos. It wouldn't be the same place without actors. Morningwood's synagogue sports a small derrick tucked away to the left of this image, disguised as a tower. Rockford Hills High school, until recently, sported the 'Tower of Faith', an oil rig painted in - flowers, ironically. It was positioned on the school's football field, and was only removed after mass lobbying from parents who brought up the health concerns. More on those health concerns later. The point is, the drilling is not gone, and despite becoming less visible, never ceased, even for a day. The city of Los Santos has zero statutes in place to create a minimum safe distance from drilling rigs and residences. In fact, according to a study conducted in 2021, 75% of active wells are within 2,000 feet of homes, schools, parks, and retirement homes. So- it's really no wonder they want to disguise everything, is it? It's ugly and brutalist. More importantly, it's downright reckless. Today, there are approximately 10,000 active, idle, or unused wells across the entirety of both the island and the greater coastal area. Even the beaches are not safe, as a massive oil tap was found underneath the coast of San Andreas, north of East Beach. The response to this? The THUMS islands. Texaco, Humble, Union, Mobil, and Shell teamed up to create a set of artificial islands... ...To more efficiently extract oil, while making it appear that there are just funny little innocuous and colorful islands off the coast. While there have been no major incidents from the THUMs that have made headlines since the 70s, as recently as 2022 a slick was sighted. This comes only a year after the disastrous 120,000 gallon spill in East Beach, which was caused by a ship's anchor piercing a tanker. "But Ash", I hear you cry, kicking your feet and slamming your desk. "What about Murietta Oil Fields?" That's a very good point, I'm glad you brought it up. There's a reason those rigs aren't hidden, and it isn't pretty. The short answer? It's because for as long as Los Santos has existed, the voices of the impoverished has not mattered. At all. Drilling is allowed to continue so close to houses through Fudge Lane one could throw a rock and hit a derrick from their porch. Rancho isn't much better, sporting a small five-rig operation directly across from the Jamestown Housing Project, and within view of a playground. Now we breach into the moral and ethical concerns of drilling: It is not a safe practice, nor is it a particularly clean one. Oil wells give off waste chemicals such as Benzene, as well as other carcinogens - freely handed out to Southlanders. A full study has not been done into the side effects of exposure to drilling platforms, but the outlook isn't good. The oil and natural gas extracted from these communities is then piped perpendicular to the Los Santos River toward Cypress Flats for processing. Excess fuel is jettisoned to the Tatavium Mountains Aurum Energy plant, where it is burned to provide power alongside wind turbines. Black smoke in the air, a toxic haze over the city, but hey guys, it's alright, because look at the pretty spinny windmills? Aurum Energy provides the majority of the power in Los Santos- If you've got a power bill, it goes to them. Make no mistake- Aurum is not the bad guy here. It's the government for allowing them to do as they do. In conclusion, Los Santos and its private corporations are giving minorities cancer, and they're making you pay for it. If you want our impoverished (usually non-white) brothers and sisters to stop being exploited like this, you're in luck: You can contact your local gov't and lobby for change to zoning codes and how oil can be extracted on land and sea. As of the writing of this article, I have found no proposed bills to put a stop to urban drilling on LS Island. Only you, the reader, can change that. PARADISE Vol. I: First Impressions PARADISE Vol. II: Sodom & Gomorrah PARADISE Vol. III: Streets of Fire PARADISE Vol. IV: What the Hell? PARADISE: Dangers of Society PARADISE: January Riots PARADISE: Battle of LS PARADISE: Stormfront PARADISE: Blood&Palms Donate to help me film this shit (it ain't easy): Every bit helps and is put toward my cost of living. And beer. CashApp: AshParadise Bitcoin Address (Bech32): bc1zg4tskar7xfwivy5l643lydlw9re59gtyzwf5mdq ((/banktransfer XXXXX 010003978 Paradise Donation.)) -COMMENTS ARE ENABLED- Username: Comment: ((Character Thread))

*The website's quite plain in display, everything center-aligned: 'anotherdayinparadise.net.' There's a disclaimer at the top of the page that reads:* GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING - 18+ My day started relatively normal. Coffee and a few scenes in Vinewood. In my absolute fucking hubris, I thought it'd be an easy day as a result. I could not possibly have been more wrong. I enjoyed my coffee while it lasted. Some kid had gotten himself arrested by running his car into a K-9 Cruiser. Goofy shit like this never lasts for too long- only long enough for you to let your guard down. One minute you're sipping some overpriced bullshit from Rockford, the next you're wrist-deep in brains. I swing Southside to check out what's going on below the Olympic. It's usually quiet this hour. Traffic stop on three dudes who don't look like they wanna be there? K-9 onscene? In the industry, we call this 'foreshadowing'. It's moments like this I'm glad I run dashcam. I pull past this stop. Normal to the untrained eye. To me? Nah. Dog? Woofin'. Torrence? Black. Tints? Dark. Cops? Outnumbered. Hotel? Trivago. I keep going. I'll loop back around to take a look at things from across the road. Yeah, see this little piece of imported shit? It'll be come relevant in a moment. I drive up the road and pass it in the opposite lane on my way. Once I take the U-Turn, it speeds off towards Jamestown. I would soon find out why. So I sit my fat ass across the street and watch that first car like a hawk. I know something's bound to happen. ...I just don't know what. Or when. Being in LS this long, you develop a sixth sense. It's like a gaydar, but for hoodrats. So, I'm waiting for some funky shit to go down when a game of Call of Duty kicks off in Jamestown. Now, usually that would be normal, but right now, we also got this fucking stop next to it. I make the executive decision to break off and follow the Scout that split from the stop. Did you catch that? Guy in the Scout sure did, and he gave chase. Yeah- it's that rice-burner from earlier. Screaming out of Jamestown like a bat out of hell, that Sultan is carrying some serious firepower. I like to call them 'gunboats'. Apt enough name, I think. So- now we have a shooting. It's enough for me to pursue. Hook line and sinker. Can't blame the officer here, but needless to say, following that car was a bad fucking idea. We get just a little down Jamestown street before I hear the chattering of a Davis typewriter. The car ahead of me explodes into a hail of glass and gore. Shooting two. It isn't pretty. I get out to render aid but it's no use. The guy's a goner and I can see it from my driver's seat. Normally I don't blur anything, but I'd rather not get my ass kicked by SWAT or something. So instead, just imagine putting your hand into a watermelon and scooping out the inside. Then shoot the watermelon with a 12 gauge. That's what it looked like. Honestly? I wish that's where it ended. But it wasn't. While we're sitting there trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, another volley of gunfire erupts from where we were. This time it wasn't automatics, but it didn't matter. The end result was ultimately the same, either way. I get in my car and skid that way. Three more officers down. A K-9 Handler, patrolwoman, and patrolman. Dog made it out okay. No-one else did. Same as last time, I was in for a mindblowing experience on arrival. BLS Kit wasn't going to do shit. The top of the guy's head had been removed with a slug from a .45. I must've stood there getting circled by black four-doors for five minutes. Busy evening, I called twice. Eventually, I got sick of being gawked at and having to watch my back and just hit his panic button. Little orange switch on their radios. Sends every cop on the island to you in 30 seconds. My coffee was cold by the time all was said and done. I drive home and decide to cruise. ...And what do you know. I turn a corner in the middle of fucking nowhere. And there, sitting in front of me, is the Torrence from earlier. It's like no matter how much I wanted to get away from that shit, it found a way to bite me back. Thankfully, all its upstanding occupants had fled and were nowhere to be found. However, it had a license plate. So the driver is Grade-A fucked. If you're reading this, dude, you owe me a new shirt. So by now you're probably wondering, what's the moral to all of this? Surely there's a lesson to be learned here from the Author, right? Yeah, well, not really. The moral is don't fucking come here. Don't come to LS. Don't try to raise your kids here. Don't give in to tourism. Don't listen to LSGov. There are no more stars in LS. There is no more glamour, and there especially are no more heroes. The studios are closed, Vinewood is a lie. Every hero this city has ever had is dead and gone. A failed experiment, a place that has defied reason since its inception. Crude Oil and sunscreen. Build a metropolis in the middle of the desert and pipe water in. This is what happens when you play God. PARADISE Vol. I: First Impressions PARADISE Vol. II: Sodom & Gomorrah PARADISE Vol. III: Streets of Fire PARADISE Vol. IV: What the Hell? PARADISE: Dangers of Society PARADISE: January Riots PARADISE: Battle of LS PARADISE: Stormfront Donate to help me film this shit (it ain't easy): Every bit helps and is put toward my cost of living. And beer. CashApp: AshParadise Bitcoin Address (Bech32): bc1zg4tskar7xfwivy5l643lydlw9re59gtyzwf5mdq ((/banktransfer XXXXX 010003978 Paradise Donation.)) -COMMENTS ARE ENABLED- Username: Comment: ((Character Thread))