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PEN1's back, hell yeah.

Public Enemy No. 1, also known as PEN1 or PDS737, is a white prison and street gang originating from the Los Santos County area of San Andreas in the mid-1980s. The group was initially formed by a clique of white street punks and skinheads before evolving into a militarized prison organization with direct ties to higher-ranking white prison gangs, including affiliates of the Aryan Brotherhood and others within the San Andreas Department of Corrections system. While originally operating in punk venues and low-income suburbs, PEN1’s modern structure is rooted firmly inside the state’s prison yards, controlling criminal activity both inside and on the streets of Los Santos and its surrounding counties. The gang now oversees significant narcotics distribution networks within San Andreas, predominantly focused on methamphetamine manufacturing, firearms trafficking, and enforcing prison politics through violent means. PEN1 acts as an enforcement arm for white prison gang leadership, carrying out greenlights on dropouts, informants, and anyone found in violation of the woodpile program, while maintaining tax systems for white inmates and street hustlers alike. Law enforcement agencies within San Andreas have identified PEN1 as a structured, highly organized criminal group maintaining a chain of command enforced through shot-callers incarcerated at various state penitentiaries. Orders are relayed through kites, contraband cellphones, and trusted street affiliates, despite repeated attempts by corrections officials to isolate leadership figures in Security Housing Units. The gang’s influence continues to thrive both inside facilities such as San Andreas State Prison and on the streets of Los Santos through street crews and prospect woods. Intelligence gathered in recent investigations has linked PEN1 members to a series of violent assaults within state prisons, primarily targeting sex offenders and dropouts at the direction of senior members under administrative lockdown. Wiretaps and contraband phone monitoring have also uncovered ongoing methamphetamine transactions, extortion schemes against inmates' families outside custody, and discussions involving the importation of firearms and explosives into correctional facilities across San Andreas. Several caches of contraband weapons have been intercepted in recent months, though authorities believe additional caches remain hidden within the system and in the possession of street-based PEN1 members. The San Andreas Department of Corrections classifies PEN1 as one of the most violent and politically organized white prison gangs within the state system. Inmates and parolees associated with the group have maintained active criminal operations within Los Santos, with documented cases of narcotics distribution, witness intimidation, and contracted assaults carried out at the behest of incarcerated leadership. Intelligence officials continue to warn of the gang’s capacity for coordinated violence both inside custody and on the streets when pressured by law enforcement or rival groups. OOC Note: This faction aims to portray a realistic, character-driven depiction of white prison and street gang culture within the state of San Andreas, primarily centered around Los Santos. All racist views, terminology, and actions expressed in-character are strictly for creative roleplay purposes and do not reflect the beliefs or views of any of the players involved. We do not condone or tolerate real-life racism, hate, or prejudice in any form. This faction was founded and established in May 2025 based on concepts and iterations dating back to 2021. Those interested in interacting with us or have any questions or comments about the faction are welcome to join our public Discord server. Any complaints should be handled through private messages to me. Only those with permission may post screenshots on this thread. Discord Server

In The Flesh

The Fukuyama name meant little to most in Los Santos—unless you were from Little Tokyo. There, it carried weight. Old weight. Noah grew up surrounded by silence that said too much. His father kept life simple: books, structure, and distance from whatever history still lingered behind bowed heads and unsaid words. But the city wasn’t made for clean escapes. By his teens, Noah had a board under his feet, grease on his hands, and quiet anger behind his eyes. Friends started disappearing. Some to bullets. Some to prison. One day his uncle vanished too—right after refusing a deal that felt too heavy to refuse. Noah took over the garage not just to fix cars, but to build something of his own. He works quietly. Pays attention. Says little. And when people look at him sideways, they remember the name on the sign—and think twice. Not feared. Not loud. Just... remembered.

Good struggle carnal !

the realest still a pussy for joining serbs

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