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After a long while, Trey starts to show up regularly as he used to in the past. Trey's looks are not that much of changed since last time, he's grown some hair as well which may've changed his looks in his homies' eyes only for the first glance. Lil Trip gains more trust and respect by Harlow's members, he's in places where he never used to be before, rides which he'd never imagine being a part of, on top of all that he's given more responsibilities by the higher ranks, in shorter words, he gained the gang's trust more and more as he's giving most of his to it. Trey rides with higher ranks, Andre "Big Dre" Vidal, Gerald "G-Money" Tupua and Ayden "Wipe Out" Ware. @Flaxxer @Robby-T @Antoine Gournier. Inside's 🅱️ussines.

WHERE PITCHERS' STEMMED FROM In 1958, a group of young teenagers from the Hyde Park, Englewood, and Kenwood areas of Chicago formed an organization known as the "Devil's Disciples". The founding members included David Barksdale, Richard Strong, Mingo Shread, Prince Old Timer, Kilroy, Leonard Longstreet, Night Walker, among others. By the beginning of 1961, David Barksdale, also known as "King David," took sole leadership of the Devil’s Disciples, and appointed different members to oversee various areas within the neighborhoods. Barksdale's goal was to claim small gangs around the area, and turn them into factions of the Disciples. In 1966, in order to help increase recruitment and counteract threats from other gangs, David Barksdale created the "Black Disciples Nation," which helped boost recruitment numbers into the thousands. In 1969, Larry Hoover, the leader of the rival gang Gangster Disciples, agreed to a merger with Barksdale to create a unified gang called the "Black Gangster Disciples Nation." Soon after the alliance was formed, Larry Hoover and one member were charged and convicted for the murder of another member, and both received a life sentence in prison. This left Barksdale in charge of the gang, until he later died due to kidney complications on September 2, 1974.[2] After Barksdale's death, ideological differences led to the creation of two rival distinct factions: the "Black Gangsters Disciples" and the "Black Disciples". Many affiliates took it as an opportunity to create an exit path while others migrated elsewhere world wide. Murder of Yummy In 1994, 11-year-old member Robert "Yummy" Sandifer shot and killed a 14-year-old female pedestrian, Shavon Dean, with a 9mm semiautomatic pistol by mistake. The gang leader sent out teenaged brothers, Derrick and Cragg Hardaway, to get rid of Yummy. The brothers lured Yummy into an underpass, and shot him twice in the back of his head. The two were later convicted of murder.[2] This incident brought unwanted local and national news attention to the Black Disciples, despite efforts to cover up the gang's involvement.[citation needed] The rise of the Pitchers(DP) In the earlies of the 80s, a rapid decline of the area's manufacturing base resulted in a loss of jobs which had allowed skilled union workers to enjoy a low to middle-class lifestyle. Downtown Los Angeles' server sector, which had been dominated by unionized African Americans for a long duration of time, earning relatively fair wages, replaced most black workers with newly arrived Mexicans and Central American Immigrants which sparked a widespread of unemployment, poverty and street crime that contributed to the rise of the different factions spread across South Central, such as the Crips and the bloods. Southside Devil Pitchers which also carries the name "Devil's Pitchers" or "The Pitchers" stemmed from a widely known faction within Chicago, Illinois. A faction that went by the "Black Gangster Disciples Nation". "Devil's" which sprung from the name "Devil's Desciples", a name that Black Desciples formerly carried while causing havoc within the streets of Chicago and "Pitchers" which stimulated from a gang sign that's frequently thrown up by Gangster Disciples affiliates, a pitchfolk gesture which basically shows the unified brotherhood between these two sets(GDs&BDs) in Los Angeles. Now the gesture is being frequently used by the Pitchers(S/S Devil Pitchers) affiliates or local representitives to display their affiliation. Where The Pitchers(S/S Devil Pitchers) Originated The Pitchers were formed around the Leimert Park Projects, LA (Unity Boulevard Housing Projects, Los Santos), a housing project that was constructed to mainly uplift the Afro-americans in the earlies/mid of the eighties(1980) after the widespread of unemployment that was directed towards the ethnic group. This ubiquitous of unemployment that targeted a lot of Afro-americans brought poverty to the high ends of the South Central while the death of Larry Hoover and the separation of the Black Gangster Disciplies in Chicago, Illinois, brought Demetrius and other top rankings to California( San Andreas) after it left most BD & GD sets defunct. Many individuals like Demetrius seeked a better lifestyle elsewhere whether with the intentions to get rich illegally or an escapegoat from the street life. Demetrius "Smiles" Pointer along with other relatives & associates from the "Black Gangster Disciples Nation" who traveled from Chicago to LA with intentions to build a legacy. While the former affiliate of the Black Disciples, Demetrius "Smiles" Pointer migrated from Hyde Park Englewood, Chicago to the high ends of South Central, Los Angeles(Southside of Los Santos) with fellow affiliates & relatives from the "Black Gangster Disciples Nation". Instead of following in the footsteps of almost every Afro-american who cliqued up or became one with a Crip or Blood set in LA, Demetrius brought something different towards the table, forming a small DTO(Drug Trafficking Operation) which gradually transformed from a hustler's movement into a artistic blood spilling, faction predominantly consisting of Afro-americans residing in LA(LS) with founders & shareholders from past sets of the Black Disciples(BDs) & Gangster Disciples(GDs). During their takeover of the Leimert Park Projects(Unity Boulevard Housing Projects) in Los Angeles(Los Santos) they were formerly known as "Pitch Black Motives" in their DTO & retribution days against poverty & the state which later changed into "S/S Devil Pitchers" as their ruthless reputation began recieving recognition from all over LA and even back home in Chicago, Illinois. Leimert Park Projects, Los Angeles(Unity Boulevard Housing Projects, Los Santos) the housing project that was built to provide shelter & low income housing for afros became a neighborhood that was known for it's dark, gritty and rowdy atmosphere. The Housing Project eventually got considered as the "Devil's Pitch" due to the takeover & rise of the Pitchers and it's outstanding cases of unsolved homicides, drug trafficking and shootings. Present Up to this day a numerous amount of Pitch Black Motives(Devil's Pitchers) old heads are either incarcerated, deceased or still representing within the gutters of Los Angeles(Los Santos) around Leimert Park Projects(Unity Boulevard Housing Projects). Mostly the teenaged locals and affiliates ranging from different ethnic groups, displaying the faction's diversity, are seen around the Housing Project hugging corners and making sales while sporting mainly black attire. They'd be frequently seen throwing "6", "P" or pitch folk gestures to symbolize their affiliation within the Pitchers(Devil's Pitchers) OOC INFO: Note: This faction is not based on a real-life street gang but was creatively structured as if it actually was, demonstrating the type of realism we're looking for. If you're interested in roleplaying, you MUST meet the following requirements: Have a sufficiently Clean Administrative Record for at least One to Two months Possess the knowledge of proper Character Development Demonstrate the ability and usage of Fluent & Proper English in IC (in-character) interactions PM @666 to get reviewed if interested or redirect yourself to discord and DM EvilKillEvil

do not mistake his generosity*

Not too long after, the crowd heads in, Trey does as well. Few hours passed, Trey's done studying and gets outside to get some fresh air, Trey's been struggling with his lessons earlier so he thought it's best to stand by the station for a drink then go back in to go on with his bussines. Trey's focus was caught by a parked bike aside the 24/7, the owner was heading inside only few seconds before Trey came over, barely enough for Trey to spot the owner. Trey sees an opportunity that'd get him closer to his new goal, he doesn't lose it he takes it even if he's hesitated. 11/11/2025, 4:00 AM. The cold empty quiet streets of South Central was interrupted by a cruiser bike, perchance Trey was going outside for a little break and to enjoy the dawn's breeze. Everything took a wide turn once the devil plays with Trey's mind, convincing him to do the following.

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The Turks will come for you, till then good luck!

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The support from the LSRP community is so much appreciated and we’ll continue to provide a high standard of LCN roleplay for as long as we can.

EDDIE WALLIS - THE EARLY YEARS Edward Gerald Wallis was born in May 1964 in Canning Town, East London, to Marion and Brian Wallis. His mother came from a working-class Jewish family with long-established roots in Stepney and Whitechapel, areas closely tied to the history of London’s East End Jewish community. His father, Brian, worked as a shipwright in the Royal Docks, a skilled tradesman involved in the construction and maintenance of merchant vessels. By the early seventies, the dockyards were winding down and work was hard to come by. Brian took whatever contracts he could get, sometimes away for weeks, and Marion struggled on her own. She had what people quietly called her highs and lows, good days and black ones, but there was a word for it. Brian never had much patience for it. He would disappear into the pub and leave her to get on with it. In 1974, she asked her older sister, Rita Crane, to take Eddie for a while. Just for a few weeks, she said. A bit of breathing room. It started like that. Bits and pieces, here and there. But the weeks stretched out, and before long, he just stayed. Rita and her husband Sidney took him in without fuss, raising him in a narrow terrace off Beckton Road, near The Frigate, a battered old pub with paint peeling off the brick, smoked glass in the windows, and a sign of a sailing ship that creaked when the wind came up. They had a daughter, Angela, a few years older than Eddie. The two of them were raised like brother and sister, even if their blood said cousin. Brian and Marion made with AI Eddie had a hard time at school. He was small for his age, wore thick glasses, and always attracted the wrong sort of attention. Through both primary and secondary school, he was picked on, shoved about, laughed at, and left on his own more often than not. He got clumped in the corridors, had his bag nicked, his sarnies lobbed on the roof. But Eddie's never been stupid. He knew how to talk, knew how to watch. Had this way of sussing people out. Eddie started knocking about with a few of the older lads. Funny thing was, they liked him. He would do things for them and pass messages. Made them laugh too. Had this cheeky grin and a sharp tongue. By the time he was thirteen, Eddie was already slipping out of school life. He hung around near the shops, helped out older lads who should have moved on years ago, and always seemed to have a few extra quid in his pocket. Eddie wasn't just clever. He was useful. And in a place like Canning Town, being useful mattered more than any school report ever did. Rita thought Eddie was still going to school most days, and if he came in late or skipped dinner, she put it down to teenage moods. She had her hands full with the house, minding the neighbours, and keeping Sidney fed. As long as Eddie wasn't bringing trouble to her doorstep, she didn't ask too many questions. Sidney drank more than he should, always had music on in the front room, old records played loud enough to rattle the windows. Bit of the Stones, bit of Bowie, whatever took his mood. He would top up his glass and try to get Eddie to have a swig, with a nod and a wink like it was all just a bit of fun. Eddie liked Sidney. Sidney, Eddie and Rita in 1974 made with AI As he got older, Eddie spent more time on the streets than he did at home. Some nights he wouldn't come back at all, and when he did, it was with bloodshot eyes, the smell of chips and smoke on his clothes, and a crumpled tenner tucked in his sock. Rita had stopped asking questions. Sidney barely looked up from his chair. When the police started knocking at Rita’s door, that was it. She had turned a blind eye for long enough, but coppers on the step was a line she would not ignore. Eddie hadn't been nicked, not properly, but they had questions. A stolen bike, a broken arm, a name scribbled down too many times in the wrong places. Rita gave him one last chance to come clean. He just shrugged. Said nothing. Sidney kept quiet too, staring into his drink. A week later, Eddie packed a bag and walked out without a fuss. No shouting. No goodbye. Just slipped off like he had somewhere better to be. Eddie moved into a flat with a few of his older mates. They'd all packed in school early and were knocking about doing bits of labouring, cash jobs, the odd favour for people. The place was small, stank of greasy food, and the walls were so thin you could hear the street all night and the couple next door going at it like it was the last days of Rome. Most nights it kicked off after the late news and carried on till the milk float came round. The lads thought it was comedy gold. They would press cups to the wall, whispering and laughing. It sounded like someone was being murdered with affection. It was filthy, ridiculous, and somehow the highlight of most nights. If they weren't out kicking a flat ball down the alley, they were packed round a telly watching West Ham, screaming at every missed chance like it was personal. Weekends meant scuffed boots, muddy shirts, and arguments about who was best up front. Eddie looked up to Bobby Moore. It was the way he played. Calm, clean, never flustered. There was a lad called Dom Lawrence. Dom lived nearby, a couple of years older, and Eddie looked up to him as well. Everyone knew them. Him and his brother Ian. You kept out of their way. Dom and Ian in 1986 made with AI This was around the time Eddie started hearing the name Tony Small. Tony had his own crew, lads from over the river who dressed sharp and moved in packs. They were Millwall boys. Every time Tony’s name came up, Dom's face would change. He said Tony was trying to make himself known, poking around where he wasn't wanted. Dom didn't like anyone making noise on his ground, especially not some swaggering Millwall mug who thought crossing the river made him untouchable. Dom started keeping Eddie closer. “You're not just hanging about anymore,” he said one night. “Next time it goes off, I want you there.” The laughing and mucking about was done. This wasn't about match days or showing your face for the sake of it. This was about backing your own when it counted. And Dom had decided Eddie was in. He was part of it now. Properly in. He wore the colours, stood with the firm. Edited June 19 by BlackSaint

The real Vinewood Mafia.

Lovely.

The North American player base seems to have fallen right off, there's maybe 9 people online in my timezone (GMT-8) on any given night when I can actually play. The server was always most active in European (?) timezones, but the player base has definitely shifted heavily that way. LSRP is nostalgia for me, I joined this in 2009 and always check in from time to time. It had a resurgence during 2020 lockdown and when the SAMP version came back online again. After reuniting with old faction mates, I'm pretty sure they left for GTA 5 and other shit. Nostalgia isn't enough to keep me RPing, not steadily with a faction anyways. Usually find myself trolling for a bit then logging out. That being said, SA:MP and LS:RP still has plenty of potential. LSRP has a well made script and blueprint for its roleplayers. But every player who logs in for the first time that runs around, has nothing to do, no car to drive, and nobody to play with, that logs out for good is a big loss for the server at this point. Because the old base has aged out and the new base grew up with GTA 5. If the player base continues to fizzle out they are gonna have to find a way to streamline the process for new players to get acquainted with the server. Running into LS from the airport with no license to get a rental isn't a thrilling start.

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#ValentiBestLCN #Don'tRemoveOfficial

Azalea Street Apartment Furnished over this interior:

Hell yeah. I wanna join when the server launches.