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Demon Hours // Fuck Wallbanging Who That? // Sequan's Introduction Foot Patrol // The Drummers Outside

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Santa Maria Collective aims to portray an Asian OCG embedded within its community in Santa Maria Beach, composed of members who formerly had ties to a previous Japanese-American OCG. The pan-Asian community aims to create a vibrant Asian presence in the area, welcoming all Asian ethnicities. Members are expected to develop their characters realistically and adhere to server rules at all times. Feel free to reach out to @XeiKE, @Sato, @KordoRe for more information.

Almost looks like the most active faction. No surprise. Proud of you my brothers + Lady Georgie~

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A Smart Cookie / Burn Your Boats

Ain’t Just Paint ,It’s a Statement / TLS Got the Streets Marked I Ain’t Just Paint ,It’s a Statement / TLS Got the Streets Marked II Ain’t Just Paint ,It’s a Statement / TLS Got the Streets Marked III Paintin' Streets / Payin' Damages I Paintin' Streets / Payin' Damages II Paintin' Streets / Payin' Damages III

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((credits to Anas for the screenshots ))

Behind the Tints / Only Real Shit Moves I Behind the Tints / Only Real Shit Moves II Behind the Tints / Only Real Shit Moves III

Darius Cook knew what he was walking into. 38th Street wasn’t friendly territory. Word on the street was that it moved heavy product, but only if you were tapped in, and Darius wasn’t... not yet. Most folks kept their distance. You don’t just pull up over there asking for a plug unless you either bold or stupid. Darius was neither. He was calculated... and desperate enough to gamble. Darius didn’t believe in love at first sight Whatever this feeling was, it had him twisted. He had just met her, Danielle. A friend of a friend type situation. She came through to kick it, nothing serious. Just a mellow link-up, a little smoke, some music low in the background... No heavy makeup, no loud energy. Just her... calm, confident, real. The ringtone hit different when it was from jail. Darius was counting up in the backroom when his phone lit up with "Inmate Call - Correctional Facility" across the screen. He already knew who it was. Korey. Been down for a week now... picked up on some light charge, supposedly. But there was always more to it than what made it on paper... Darius skipped the city. No flashy flights, no credit cards, nothing traceable. Left the city, kept his face down and his name quiet. Rented a small spot out in the hills somewhere... out the city, off-grid.