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We'd like to start this month's community announcement with the following message from Mmartin: Hey everyone, I hope you're all doing well so far in the new year. I'd like to address the plans we have coming up for LS-RP in the very near future. The more keen-eyed among you have probably spotted a "February 2026" card at the end of our last LS-RP RAGE Return teaser. I'm happy to say confirm that after months of hard work by our dev team (huge shout-out to danut and n0de101 who led the RAGE development), we're crossing our t's and dotting our i's to be fully ready to re-open. This comes at a convenient time, as as of today we're shutting the SA-MP server down. I'm thrilled by having had the opportunity to relive the days past and taking SA-MP for one more ride. We've developed dozens of new features that we could only dream of back in SA-MP's heyday, and the run SA-MP had was much longer (also more fun, and at times more challenging) than we initially anticipated. So all in all I'm happy to call the re-run a success, and can't wait for you to see what we've been cooking up on the RAGE front. While we have a rough date to open doors (ports?) internally, we still have some last bridges to cross before feeling confident committing to and sharing a concrete date. It's this month however, so expect more information on dates, features and factions very soon. We'd also like to give a massive shout out to our media team and RAGE Insiders who've made the effort to showcase and highlight some of the server's legal factions in the most recent teaser for RAGE: Commerce & Estate Team In preparation for RAGE, there's been some changes to C&E and how it works/operates. Much of these changes are in the back-end, and not something we necessarily need to bore you with however, by simplifying the structure of the team into two main teams we can streamline the current processes that our team has to go through. Based on recent feedback, all teams including ourselves have agreed to ensure all applications are reviewed within 72 hours to ensure none of our players are waiting on approval for extended periods of time. Commerce Team: Manages business-related tasks, including leases, company perks (vehicles, mapping), and entrepreneurial applications. Head of Commerce Team — danut, Assistant Head of Commerce Team — Slice Estate Team: Oversees player-owned residential properties, complexes, and market pricing adjustments to match the server economy. Head of Estate Team — Caledonite, Assistant Head of Estate Team — DadoJ Keep an eye out on the forums in the coming days and weeks for more information on how you can request properties and companies prior to the server's launch. We aim to ensure that everyone's ready to hit the ground running once the server is live. Illegal Faction Team We'd like to start by acknowledging some changes to the team, as we've recently had @Spanion return to the staff team and reclaim his Illegal Faction Council role. Spanion spent a considerable amount of time supporting the Illegal Faction Team & Council around the SAMP launch and has been helping us get the team prepared for the launch of RAGE. @Conor has also been placed into the role of Illegal Faction Council, his experience in illegal street-gang roleplay, and passion for providing players with a positive, immersive experience has been of great help as we work with our development team on new exciting features for RAGE, which you may have seen in our recent promotional material - a project which @Conor has taken on and worked extremely hard on alongside our RAGE Insiders team. As the launch date for RAGE rapidly approaches, the Illegal Faction Team & Council have been very busy ensuring a smooth transition into the next stage of LS-RP for all existing factions interested in setting up shop on our RAGE server. We've also been preparing a process for returning factions, and factions from outside the community who wish to join us on LS-RP:V. We're excited to announce that we're now ready for faction leaders across the board to apply for Verified in the run up to launch. There are some eligibility criteria that must be met, and not everyone will be granted this upon launch. If you're unsure about the RAGE faction advancement structure, we recommend checking this thread. If you'd like to apply for Verified status, we ask that you submit the following application to the Illegal Faction Council for review. As the official launch date has not been released or decided, it may take some time for applications to be reviewed and approved. We don't want to get anyone excited prematurely, but by submitting your application early you'll ensure you've reserved your spot as a Verified faction for launch as we won't be giving it to every applicant. Official SAMP factions will also have the opportunity to join RAGE in an Official Faction capacity - there are also some eligibility criteria that must be met, however the Illegal Faction Council will be reaching out to these factions individually. We've also been receiving a lot of feedback about the Rules of Engagement from both players and staff regarding the length and complexity of the Rules of Engagement. We've spent some time condensing and simplifying the information, and have released a Rules of Engagement (Simplified) thread. There has been a couple of changes to ROE for the RAGE launch, most importantly this is the change to weapon restrictions (one assault rifle instead of two per attack) and the fact that robberies will now be classed as a faction attack and subject to a 6 hour cool-down. This is still a work in progress as we approach relaunch, but we encourage all faction leaders and their members to ensure they've read this thread to be up to date on the ROE for RAGE. Finally, we're excited to announce the applications for the Illegal Faction Team are now open! If you'd like to provide your input and work as part of a team to support the illegal roleplay community, we recommend submitting an application. And, as always if there's any queries or concerns you'd like to discuss with the Illegal Faction Team/Council, our discord has a ticket bot to allow you to easily communicate your ideas with us - Discord Invite! Staff Update Following our recent tester driver, congratulations to our new staff members ... Tester Karelia - Lande - mhrhan - Hellishape21 f1nn - Ormond31 - Calvin Congratulations to our newly promoted staff members ... Senior Admin Conor Senior Tester Zion - NissanR Welcome back to our returning staff members ... Tester Draxxler

E/S Playboys 13, also known as "Conejos" or "Rabbit Gang", is a long standing, notorious Sureño street gang located in the low-bottoms of South Central, East Side Los Santos. Taking over Jamestown St. and nearby areas, E/S Playboys 13 was established in the early 1970s, forming a branch off of the original West Side Playboys from the 1950s, who began as the Southern San Andreas Latin Playboys Car Club. A group of young Chicano men who spent weekends building lowriders and showing off their cars around West Los Santos. They wore matching jackets and polished chrome, not gang colours. But as times changed, the city's Latino population was growing, and many working-class families were being pushed south towards lower income neighbourhoods, and as a result, Playboys younger generation had turned from a social club into a street gang. The set remains firmly aligned with the Mexican Mafia and enforces strict Southsider codes through the "13" affiliation. While it is historically a Mexican-American gang, it has been known for having a relatively high number of African American members. Despite this, the gang’s identity, symbols, language, and traditions are heavily rooted in Mexican-American gang culture. Daily operations focus on street-level sales of meth and heroin, extortion of local spots and dealers, armed robberies, while being highly territorial, with strong emphasis placed on defending and representing its neighborhood. E/S PBS13 currently operates out of three different cliques, each playing their own role within the organisation. Zoo Riders operate as a mobile, enforcement-heavy subset focused on street presence and rival confrontations. Chicos Locos, one of the oldest cliques inherited from the gang’s founding era, carries veteran influence and handles internal discipline. Crystal Bunnies, the all-female clique, maintains tight operations with their signature pink/red accents blended into traditional blue Sureño colors. The set holds a low-key but brutal reputation amid fierce rivalries with Florencia 13, 38th Street, and local Crip hoods. Territory is heavily tagged with "PBS", "E/S PBS13", and rabbit symbols marking dominance. Regardless of their affiliation to the Mexican Mafia, this has not stopped Playboys from forming rivalries with other Sureño gangs. With the increased presence of gang members and affiliates on social media platforms, Playboys 13 has also become a frequent target of online provocation. Often referred to as “Peanutbutters,” which is widely recognized as a derogatory nickname aimed at disrespecting the set and its members. Such labels are intentionally used to undermine the gang’s identity, challenge its reputation, and provoke emotional reactions, particularly in spaces where posts can spread quickly and reach a wide audience. Members of the gang are commonly sending threats in response, recording themselves in enemy territory either in traffic or vandalizing walls with the sets tags. These conflicts escalate, and turn into the root cause for a lot of gang rivalries in E/S Playboys 13's modern history.

CRUISE - BY @bill dippolito WARD Michael didn’t intend on staying long. His mother had said ten minutes, maybe fifteen, and he believed her. Hospitals weren’t places you stayed in. They were places you passed through, whether you wanted to or not. He’d been dropped off with a paperback he wasn’t reading and instructions to sit still and be polite. He did both. The hallway lights were still on even though it was late. They hummed softly, the way lights only do when there’s nothing else making noise. The floor shined like it had been recently waxed, and Michael made a mental note to walk slower so his sneakers wouldn’t squeak. He hated the sound. It felt like announcing himself when he didn’t want to be noticed. He knew the room number already. He’d memorized it after hearing it once. He didn’t know why that felt important, but it did. He stood outside the door longer than necessary, staring at the name on the plastic placard like it might tell him something useful. It didn’t. When he finally went in, the first thing he noticed was the sound. Not talking. Not crying. Just machines. Steady. Confident. Doing something they’d done a thousand times before. His father was already awake. Or at least his eyes were open. Michael couldn’t tell the difference yet. His dad looked smaller than usual. Not weak. Just… condensed. Like someone had taken the version of him Michael knew and folded it in on itself. The blanket covered most of him, and the bed rails felt unnecessary, like they were there out of habit more than need. Michael stayed by the door at first. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to sit. Nobody had told him what the rules were. He put his hands in his pockets and rocked slightly on his heels, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. He pulled the chair over anyway. It made a soft scraping sound that felt too loud in the room. He sat down and kept his back straight, the way his father always told him to. He didn’t look directly at his face right away. That felt rude, somehow. “Hey, Dad,” Michael said. His father didn’t answer. The machine answered instead, beeping steadily, like it was marking time for him. Michael nodded to himself. That was fine. His dad wasn’t much of a talker anyway. He looked around the room. The TV was off. The window showed nothing but darkness and a few reflected lights from inside. Someone had put a cup of water on the tray table, but it hadn’t been touched. “They let me stay up late tonight,” Michael said after a while. “Because of this.” He waited. Nothing. “I got picked for shortstop,” he added. “Coach said I got good hands.” The machine kept doing its job. Michael shifted in his seat. His feet didn’t touch the floor, so he crossed his ankles and tried to sit still. He noticed his father’s hands resting on the blanket. They looked the same as always. Big. Familiar. That helped. He reached out and touched one, just briefly. It was warm. That surprised him more than it should have. “They said you gotta rest,” Michael said. “So I won’t stay long.” That part felt important. Like a promise. A nurse passed by the doorway and glanced in, then kept walking. Michael watched the shadow move across the floor and disappear. “I don’t like this place,” he said quietly. “It’s too clean.” He didn’t know why he said that. It just came out. He leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling, the same way his father was. The tiles were arranged in neat squares. Michael counted them until he lost track. After a while, he stood up. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but it felt like enough. He straightened his shirt and rubbed his hands together, then leaned in closer. “I’ll come back tomorrow,” he said. “So you gotta wake up.” He waited a second longer than necessary, just in case. Nothing happened. Michael nodded once, like the conversation had ended properly, and turned toward the door. He paused with his hand on the handle and looked back one last time. His father hadn’t moved. The machine hadn’t changed. That was okay. Things didn’t always change right away. Michael stepped back into the hallway and let the door close behind him. The lights kept humming. The floor still shined. Somewhere down the hall, someone laughed softly. He walked toward the exit with his book tucked under his arm, already thinking about how he’d tell his dad everything again tomorrow, the same way, in case this time it worked. WARD (P2) The next day didn’t feel like a next day. It felt like the same one, stretched thin and laid back over itself. The sky outside the hospital was brighter, but the light didn’t seem to reach inside. The hallway lights were still on. They always were. Michael came back with his mother this time. She held his hand tighter than usual, like she was afraid he might wander off even though he never did. She smelled like perfume she only wore for important things. Funerals. Weddings. Hospital visits that weren’t supposed to turn into something else. William was already there. He stood when they arrived, straight-backed, jacket still on even though the room was warm. He nodded once at Michael, then leaned in to kiss their mother on the cheek. Nobody said much. Words felt unnecessary now. Everything that needed saying had already been said the day before, even if nobody realized it yet. Richard looked the same. That was the strange part. Michael expected something to be different. Worse, maybe. Or better. But his father was still there in the same way. Eyes half-open. Chest rising shallowly. The machine still doing the talking for him. Michael took the same chair as before. He noticed it immediately. Same scrape against the floor. Same spot beside the bed. It felt important to sit where he’d sat last time, like moving would change something. His mother sat on the other side and took Richard’s hand with both of hers. She didn’t cry. Not yet. She just watched his face, studying it like she was trying to memorize it without knowing why. William stood at the foot of the bed for a while, arms crossed loosely, eyes fixed on the monitor. He looked calm. Michael knew better. William always looked calm when things were already decided. A nurse came in and checked a few things. Adjusted a dial. Smiled softly at Michael and his mother. The smile didn’t stick around long. It never did. When the nurse left, the room settled again. Michael swung his legs slightly, then stopped. He folded his hands in his lap and waited. That seemed to be the theme of the place. Waiting for machines. Waiting for signs. Waiting for someone else to tell you what was happening even when you already knew. His mother leaned closer to Richard. “I’m here,” she said quietly. “We’re all here.” Her voice cracked on the last word, but she didn’t let it break. Michael leaned forward too. He didn’t know why. It just felt like something you did. “Hey, Dad,” he said again. This time felt different. Not heavier. Just final in a way he didn’t have a word for yet. The machine kept beeping. Slower now. Michael noticed it without understanding what it meant. William stepped closer. He rested a hand lightly on the bed rail. He didn’t look at Michael or their mother. He watched Richard instead, like he was waiting for instructions that weren’t coming. The beeping slowed again. Michael felt it before he saw it. The room tightening. The air changing. His mother squeezed Richard’s hand harder, her thumb moving gently over his knuckles. Richard’s chest rose once more. Then again. The second time took longer. Michael held his breath without realizing it. The machine hesitated. Just for a second. Then it made a different sound. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just wrong. A nurse came in quickly this time. Then another. They spoke in low voices. Calm voices. Professional voices. Hands moved. Dials turned. Someone said his father’s name like it might still matter. Michael watched Richard’s face the whole time. It didn’t change. At some point, the nurse stopped moving. She looked at the clock on the wall and said a time. Michael didn’t remember it later. Numbers didn’t stick when they didn’t mean anything yet. The machine was quiet now. His mother leaned down and pressed her forehead gently against Richard’s hand. That was when she cried. Not loudly. Just enough to make it real. William closed his eyes once. Just once. Then he opened them again. Michael stayed seated. He waited for something to happen. For his father to move. To cough. To open his eyes wider and look at them like this was all a mistake. Nothing did. Eventually, a nurse put a hand on Michael’s shoulder and told him they were sorry. He nodded, because nodding seemed like the right thing to do. He stood when his mother stood. He followed when William turned toward the door. Before they left, Michael looked back one last time. Richard looked peaceful now. Smaller still. Like he’d finally stopped holding himself together. Michael didn’t cry in the hallway. He didn’t cry in the elevator. He didn’t cry in the car. He held his book tight against his chest and stared out the window as the hospital got smaller behind them. Somewhere deep down, in a place he wouldn’t understand for years, something settled into him quietly. Things didn’t always change right away. Sometimes they just stopped. WARD (P3) Two years later, Michael learned how to walk without making noise. It wasn’t something anyone taught him. It just happened. His footsteps softened on their own. He learned where floors creaked and where they didn’t. He learned how to stand still long enough that people forgot he was there. Grief did that. It made you smaller. Quieter. Easier to miss. The house felt different now. Not emptier. Just unfinished. Like a room where someone stopped painting halfway through and never came back. His mother kept things clean. Too clean. She filled the silence with routine. Dishes. Laundry. Television left on for company. William came by when he could, but William was always somewhere else even when he was there. Michael spent a lot of time outside. He walked. A lot. Not aimlessly. Just… forward. He liked the feeling of motion without destination. It made the days easier to stack together. He knew the name by heart. Alan Camuso. It lived in his head the same way his father’s voice used to. Not loud. Not constant. Just present. A shape you didn’t see until you turned the light off. Michael didn’t know why he started looking. Only that one day he did. Addresses weren’t hard if you listened. Adults talked more than they thought. Names floated through rooms. Numbers got written down and forgotten. Michael paid attention. He always had. The house was nicer than he expected. Not big. Just confident. Tucked into a quiet neighborhood where nothing ever seemed to happen. The kind of place where people left porch lights on and trusted they’d still be there in the morning. Michael stayed across the street. There was a low wall he could sit on without being seen. He rested his elbows on his knees and waited. Waiting was something he understood now. Hospitals taught you that. So did funerals. So did growing up around adults who never told you the whole truth. The sun was already low. The sky was doing that thing where it pretended everything was fine right before it went dark. The sliding door opened. Alan Camuso stepped out onto the patio like he owned the air around him. Older than Michael remembered, or maybe just more real now that Michael knew what he was looking at. He wore a collared shirt, sleeves rolled up. Comfortable. At home. Michael didn’t move. For a second, nothing happened. Alan looked out into his yard, one hand on the doorframe. He inhaled, slow, like someone who thought they were alone. Then the shadow behind him shifted. It was subtle. Just a shape where there hadn’t been one before. A person stepping forward without sound. Close enough that it felt impossible Michael hadn’t noticed them sooner. The wire came up quick. There was no speech. No warning. Just the sudden change in the air when something irreversible begins. Alan’s hands went to his throat immediately. Instinct. His feet scraped against the concrete as he tried to turn, tried to see who was there. The wire tightened. Clean. Efficient. Personal without being emotional. Michael watched. He didn’t cover his eyes. He didn’t look away. He noticed small things instead. The way Alan’s heels dragged. The way the patio chair tipped over and didn’t make as much noise as it should have. The sliding door rattling softly in its frame. The figure stayed close. Calm. Patient. Like this was something they’d done before. Like this was something that needed doing. Alan’s movements slowed. His hands fumbled, then dropped. His body sagged forward, held up only by the person behind him until it wasn’t anymore. When it was over, the figure lowered him to the ground instead of letting him fall. That part stuck with Michael. The care of it. The decision. The shadow retreated the same way it came. Quiet. Unremarkable. The sliding door stayed open, letting warm light spill out onto the patio like nothing had happened. Michael stayed where he was. His heart didn’t race. That surprised him. He thought it might. Instead, it felt steady. Heavy, but steady. Like it had finally found a rhythm it recognized. After a while, he stood. He didn’t cross the street. He didn’t go closer. He didn’t need to. He’d seen enough. He turned and walked the way he’d come, hands in his pockets, steps soft against the pavement. The neighborhood stayed quiet. Somewhere behind him, a porch light flicked on automatically as the sky finished going dark. Michael kept walking. That night, when he got home, the house was still clean. Still unfinished. His mother asked him how his day was. He said “fine” and meant something close to it. In his room, he lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Things didn’t always change right away. Sometimes they caught up to you years later, stepped out of the dark, and wrapped themselves tight around what you’d been carrying all along. Michael closed his eyes. For the first time in a long while, the quiet didn’t feel empty. WARD (P4) A month passed before anyone said Michael’s name out loud. By then, the neighborhood had learned how to talk about Alan Camuso without really talking about him. People lowered their voices. They said things like such a shame and you never know these days. Police cars came and went. Tape went up, came down. Life practiced moving on. Michael noticed who stopped making eye contact. He noticed who watched him walk past a little too closely. He noticed the woman two houses down who had curtains that twitched when he passed, even though she pretended to be folding laundry every time. That was how it started. They came for him on a Wednesday. Late afternoon. The sun still out, but tired. Two men in plain clothes this time. Polite. Careful. They spoke to his mother in soft voices, like volume alone could soften what they were about to do. “Just a few questions.” Michael put on his jacket without being told. The station smelled like old coffee and disinfectant. It wasn’t dramatic. No bright lights. No slammed doors. Just a small room with a table that had been wiped too many times and chairs that didn’t quite match. They didn’t handcuff him. That was intentional. One of the detectives sat across from him. Mid-forties. Tired eyes. The kind of face that had learned how to look sympathetic without feeling it. The other leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending not to watch. They started easy. Name. Age. Where he lived. School. Michael answered without hesitation. He’d learned that pauses invited interest. “You like to walk,” the detective said eventually. Not a question. Michael nodded. “Sometimes.” “Neighbors say they’ve seen you around. That night. Near Mr. Camuso’s house.” Michael shrugged. Small. Controlled. “I walk a lot.” The detective slid a photo across the table. Grainy. A still from a security camera down the block. A figure in a jacket. Head down. Passing through the frame. “That you?” Michael looked at it. Really looked. Then nodded. “Probably.” “Where were you going?” “Nowhere.” The second detective shifted his weight. The room creaked slightly. Michael clocked it. File cabinets settled like old bones. “You see anything strange that night?” the first detective asked. His voice stayed gentle, like the answer didn’t matter. Like this was just routine. Michael shook his head. “No voices? No arguments? No one coming or going?” “No.” They waited. Silence was a tool. Michael understood that now. He’d lived in it long enough to know when to let it sit. “You didn’t hear anything from the patio?” the detective pressed. “Didn’t see anyone else around?” Michael met his eyes. “No.” The detective studied him for a moment. Not suspicious. Curious. Like Michael was a puzzle piece that didn’t quite belong to this box. “You’re sure?” Michael nodded again. Same motion. Same size. He kept his hands folded in his lap. Still. “I didn’t see anything about how Alan Camuso died,” he said. The words were careful. Accurate. They let him go not long after that. No threats. No warnings. Just a reminder to come back if he remembered anything. Michael walked home alone. The sky was the same color it had been that night. That false calm blue. He paid attention to his steps. Made sure they didn’t echo. Made sure they didn’t matter. He didn’t tell William about the station. Not right away. WARD (P5) The woods were different. They always were. The trees didn’t ask questions. They didn’t lean in when you spoke. They stood where they stood and expected you to do the same. Michael liked that. Hunting had been their thing since before everything else broke. Before hospitals. Before funerals. Before names like Camuso meant anything at all. It was routine, but not empty. Something inherited. Something earned. William walked ahead of him, rifle slung easy over his shoulder. He moved like someone who knew exactly where his feet were going to land before they did. Michael followed, quieter now than he’d ever been before. They didn’t talk at first. They never did. The woods filled the space for them. Leaves under boots. Wind through branches. Somewhere far off, a bird startled and corrected itself. They stopped near a clearing. William crouched, checking the ground. Tracks. Signs. Things Michael was still learning to see without being shown. After a while, William spoke. “You been walking more,” he said. Not looking back. Michael nodded. “Yeah.” William straightened slowly. Took his time. “Cops come by?” Michael hesitated. Just a second. “Yes.” William didn’t react right away. He just adjusted the strap on his rifle, eyes scanning the tree line like the answer had changed the shape of the woods. “What’d you say?” William asked. Michael watched a leaf spiral down from above, catching the light before it hit the ground. “Nothing.” William finally turned to look at him. Not angry. Not relieved. Just steady. “Good,” he said. They walked again. Deeper this time. Far enough that the road noise disappeared completely. Far enough that the world felt old again. They stopped near a fallen log. Sat. Ate in silence. Michael chewed slowly, listening to the way sound died out here. William broke the quiet again. “People think talking makes things lighter,” he said. “Like if you give something away, it weighs less.” Michael didn’t look at him. “But that ain’t how it works,” William continued. “You talk, it don’t disappear. It just moves. Lands somewhere else. On someone who didn’t ask for it.” Michael nodded once. William picked up a stick, snapped it clean in half. The sound was sharp. Final. “There’s a difference between surviving and living,” William said. “And rats don’t do either. They just last. And not long.” Michael swallowed. “You see something you weren’t supposed to,” William went on. “You carry it. Quiet. That’s the price. You don’t put it on the table for people who don’t care what it costs you.” Michael finally looked at him. William met his eyes. The bond between them didn’t need words, but William used them anyway. Carefully. Like placing rounds in a magazine. “Family first,” William said. “Always. Even when nobody tells you that’s what you’re choosing.” The woods pressed in around them. Protective. Patient. Michael exhaled slowly. “I didn’t say anything,” he said. William nodded. Once. Satisfied. “Good,” he repeated. They sat there a while longer. No rush. No need to fill the space. When they stood to leave, Michael noticed something else. His footsteps didn’t make a sound at all now. And for the first time, he understood that silence wasn’t just something you endured. It was something you learned to carry.

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The end of an era

Props to the realest and to my man Blaz, Tocilo sends his regards 🙂

It was an honor to keep Santino’s legacy alive.💰🔪🚬

Quite. Saying that, I can't lie. Over the past couple weeks my interest in RAGE/LSRP V has grown dramatically. I'm actually excited for this. Make it work, lads. I'll help if given the opportunity.

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Great roleplayer. Better friend. I leave this song to you in his honour.

Home » Press Release » Mexican Mafia Members Convicted In RICO Case ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mexican Mafia Members Convicted In RICO Case U.S. Attorney's Office July 8, 2015 LOS SANTOS — An estimate of forty members or associates of the Mexican Mafia prison gang were charged by the Los Santos District Attorney's Office for their major role in a long lasting drug trafficking conspiracy involving numerous members of Sureño gangs state-wide. The Los Santos County Sheriff's Department Major Crimes Bureau and the Safe Streets Task Force have been conducting a thorough investigation on the Mexican Mafia's hierarchy in an effort to link the prison gang's connection to other gangs in San Andreas. Members of the Mexican Mafia most of the time relies on a big network of Sureño gangs to move heavy amount of narcotics across the state. In return for protection and access to drugs, the organization demands street taxes on these gangs. It also uses smaller groups under its influence to intimidate and or remove other competitors from the local drug market. Prosecutors stated in the indictment that a primary objective of the Mexican Mafia was "to control and profit from drug trafficking." During these proceedings, U.S. District Judge Mark H. described a tense moment in the courtroom, recalling that one of the several co-defendants had to be removed due to a lot of tensions between him and one of the witnesses. He noted that the intimidation was clear. According to the indictment, the majority of the defendants who were already serving a substantial amount at the time of the new charges were filed. As a result of this, nineteen out of forty now lost their chance for parole. The case also involved coordinated support from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the San Andreas Department of Corrections' Investigate Service Unit who have been actively investigating various inmates linked to the gang. Southern District of San Andreas (619) 557-5610

Voronov's out on bail. Send him your love.

everybody's pitching in for the bail money he'll be out soon #FREEVORONOV

I trolled here and there but Valenti made history on this server since it's initial inception Part of me, in many ways, wishes I would of gave it a shot in it's prime

Sad to see it go, it was a hell of a run though. Looking forward to what comes up with the new release of V. Congratulations everyone

End of an era, trailer has me very excited for the RAGE launch. Cannot wait to jump back in when I have the time!

remember the realest

All recruitment as you can imagine will be done In Character and you will be expected to not break any rules, be respectful and dedicated to the faction and your character in it. We understand that not everybody is an expert on gang roleplay, specifically Sureño roleplay, so we expect you to accept constructive criticism if it's being given to you in order to maintain high standards and produce an enjoyable roleplay experience for all those involved. If you are interested in joining the faction, feel free to join our Discord server. This will be the best place to find out when we are active in-game, learn more about the faction and interact with current members. This is mandatory if you are wanting to progress in the faction, as it helps us keep things organised and under control. If you have any questions or complaints about the faction or its members, send a forum PM to @risen or @Draxxler

lets gooo

"Profit in the absence of principles".

Garage in Commerce

Hi everyone, First and foremost, Happy New Year! We hope you all had a great time celebrating and spending time with loved ones over the month of December. Recently within the community there have been several threads offering thoughts, feedback, and opinions. We'd like you to know that Management are listening and changes are coming, thank you for being patient with us! As we enter the new year, we intend on regularly promoting the RAGE server in the run up to a relaunch date being announced. We recognise that updates and visibility have been limited for a period of time, and that hasn’t gone unnoticed. Going forward, this will change. In the weeks ahead, we’ll be increasing the frequency of marketing material and communications, offering clearer insight into development progress and what’s being worked on behind the scenes. This ramp-up will continue steadily right up until release, ensuring the community is informed, aligned, and confident in the direction we’re taking. The development team ( @danut and @n0de101 ) have been churning out updates and fixes for the RAGE server with the help of our tester team and RAGE Insiders and we're looking forward to having this experience available for the wider community. Without further ado, here's our January Community Update: Illegal Faction Team We've had a rough month as IFC/T, as many of you are aware of - as a result of both the holiday period and the current state of the server, things have been slow all round. Following the resignation of two of our Illegal Faction Council members, we're currently considering a number of applications for the role of IFC. There's currently two roles to fill and while the applications are not currently closed; we're excited to announce that @SammyG has been added to the Illegal Faction Council to support IFC/T in rebuilding their structure and focus on supporting the community. We believe that his experience within the illegal roleplay scene will be a great asset to the team. Keep your eye on future announcements, as there's still some strong applicants being considered for the remaining role. I feel that there may be some expectations for us to address the recent discourse that many have seen across the forums and discord, however I feel as though enough has been said on this matter. We're hoping to leave the negativity in 2025, and have a productive and positive new year - onwards and upwards! To make it absolutely clear to the community, IFC/T will continue to support both RAGE and SAMP servers for as long as either or both exist and we've got some exciting things coming soon for both servers! If you've missed it, our wonderful SAMP developer @Robstrap has returned from holidays and already got cracking with a highly requested feature which is now in it's testing phase. You may have seen the below image in #snippets on the LSRP discord. This is a hefty addition to the server, we're excited to work out the kinks alongside the tester team. This feature will reduce the reliance on schemes and applications for the community to be able to participate in realistic drug roleplay without the paperwork. We will also be opening the Illegal Faction Team applications in the new year, so keep your eye out for the announcement if you'd like to get involved. The Illegal Faction Team play a pivotal role in shaping the direction of future updates and features. We encourage anyone interested in supporting SAMP and/or RAGE to get involved. I'd also like to acknowledge that there's not been our usual monthly newsletter, this is due to a number of things - the server is obviously pretty quiet currently and there's been little note-worthy faction activity aside from the unfortunate closure of some of our long standing official factions such as Eastside Hustler Crip. Currently IFC/T needs a lot of work internally before we can produce a significant update for the community. We appreciate all of the feedback we've received, and are hoping that with some time the community will see the changes and updates planned for the server. Staff Update Here are some of December's Key Metrics: There were a total of 678 reports handled There were a total of 399 help requests handled There were a total of 138 character applications handled Congratulations to our newly promoted staff members ... Senior Admin Danut Senior Tester SammyG - demiGee Welcome back to our returning staff members ... Game Admin Spanion

c yah some other time fellas stay safe ❤️

Our lawyer will be providing the community with an official statement in the near future. We ask that people avoid speculation and respect Voronov's privacy during this difficult time.

Sad news. Free Voronov for real.

#FREEVORONOV

Some old screenshots from around 2011 I was able to come across.

Recruitment for the faction is done in-character, and you will be expected to follow the server rules while associating yourself with our image. Be respectful to those around you and dedicate yourself to your characters development within the faction. The aim of 38th Street is to create a realistic sureño environment in El Corona. The Discord is accessible for those who are interested in joining the faction, we're currently open to new members and encourage those who are looking for something fresh to try it out, if there are any questions feel free to contact @risen or connect to the Discord, where you can find some information about the faction and ask any questions you may have.

Valenti's Right Hand; A Luno Story With Respect

Polished Gold & Dirty Money: How Charities Became the Perfect Laundromat for Organized Crime Date: Jan 5, 2026 | Topic: Crime & Finance| Region: United States | Tags: Organized Crime, Financial Crime, Charities, Money Laundering By Daniel Roth For decades, Americans have been taught to picture organized crime in a very particular way: smoke-filled back rooms, street-level violence, and flashy excess. That image persists because it is comfortable. It keeps crime recognizable, visible, and safely distant from the institutions many of us trust. But modern organized crime no longer thrives in alleyways. It thrives in boardrooms, in donation ledgers, and behind glass display cases filled with gold and diamonds. In recent years, federal investigators have begun to acknowledge a shift that criminologists have quietly warned about for over a decade: charities, religious foundations, and high-value retail businesses have become some of the most effective tools for laundering money, enforcing illegal debts, and concealing gambling profits. And in several cases, these operations have been linked to loosely affiliated Israeli- and Jewish-backed criminal networks operating across state lines. “You don’t launder money where people expect criminals to be,” a former federal investigator told me. “You launder it where people don’t want to look.” The perfect cover. Charities occupy a uniquely protected space in American society. Donations are encouraged, oversight is often limited, and questioning their finances can carry social and political consequences. When those charities are tied to religious institutions, that protection deepens further. Federal court filings from the last decade show a recurring pattern: shell charities collecting “donations” that coincide with known loan-sharking repayments, gambling debts, or the liquidation of illicit assets. The money moves through nonprofit accounts, emerges as “grants” or “community support,” and is then reinvested into legitimate businesses, often real estate, logistics, or luxury retail. Jewelry stores, in particular, have proven to be ideal companions to this system. High-value items with subjective pricing make it easy to disguise cash inflows and outflows. Diamonds can be purchased, resold, transported internationally, or quietly held as collateral for illegal loans. Unlike cash, jewelry doesn’t raise alarms — it raises admiration. Law enforcement officials have long noted that these businesses are rarely standalone fronts. They operate alongside charities, trusts, or foundations that provide both moral cover and logistical flexibility. In late 2025, federal prosecutors in Nevada announced a series of arrests tied to an illegal gambling and loan-sharking operation that had operated quietly for years. According to indictments, proceeds were funneled through a charitable foundation that ostensibly supported cultural and educational programs. The organization’s public filings showed nothing unusual. Its fundraising events were well attended. Its leadership was respected. Yet investigators alleged that the charity functioned as an internal bank, collecting repayments, redistributing funds, and enforcing compliance through social pressure rather than violence. While the Nevada case did not name a single overarching crime family, prosecutors described the operation as “a loosely affiliated financial network connected by trust, shared interests, and overlapping business holdings.” That phrasing has become increasingly common. What was striking was not the scale of the operation, but its restraint. No ostentatious displays of wealth. No public turf wars. Just patience. History offers plenty of precedent. From New York garment unions in the early 20th century to offshore gambling syndicates in the late 1990s, organized crime has always followed money into the least regulated spaces. In Israel, authorities have long grappled with the intersection of organized crime, nonprofits, and international finance. Several high-profile cases over the past two decades involved charities being used to move funds under the guise of humanitarian aid or religious support. American investigators have increasingly noted similar structural patterns domestically, especially in communities where trust networks are tight and disputes are resolved internally. Again, this is not about ethnicity or faith. Organized crime exists wherever opportunity exists. What matters is access, discretion, and insulation. The challenge for law enforcement is not proving that crimes occurred, it is proving intent. Charitable donations are legal. Jewelry transactions are legal. Loans between private individuals are often legal. Gambling, when kept underground, leaves little paper trail. When these elements are combined under a single network that avoids explicit hierarchy, prosecution becomes a nightmare. By the time authorities step in, the money has already moved. And unlike traditional criminal organizations, these networks do not collapse when a single figure is arrested. They reconfigure. Another trustee steps in. Another business takes over. The structure remains. The Nevada arrests will not be the last. Investigators privately admit they believe similar arrangements exist in other states, operating just below the threshold that draws sustained attention. What should concern the public is not the existence of crime, that is inevitable, but how seamlessly it has integrated into spaces we instinctively trust. When crime wears the mask of charity, criticism becomes taboo, and scrutiny becomes uncomfortable. That discomfort is precisely the point. Organized crime no longer needs fear to enforce control. It relies on silence, reputation, and the simple fact that no one wants to be the person who asks too many questions about a good cause. And that may be its most effective evolution yet.

my boys

big up @Conor

Looking sick, Conor you absolute madman I love you!

Mr Senior Admin @Conor! Congrats lad and to all the rest of the team. Lets go bois! SoonTM

Hello gamers, After months of hard work from our development team, we’re excited to reintroduce the Rage Insider Team – initiative designed to bring passionate community members into the heart of LS-RP 3.0’s development process. RAGE Insider You might be asking what the RAGE Insider Team is; it is your chance to get early access to upcoming features, updates and testing modules before the official re-release. You’ll be part of the team that has a direct role in shaping our RAGE server by providing valuable feedback that helps refine our gamemode for public relaunch. If you are dedicated, want to get involved, enjoy testing new systems and have ideas to share, we want you onboard. Please see the requirements to join the team below: Prior RAGE:MP experience Ability to provide insightful and constructive feedback Willingness to participate in testing activities and feedback sessions/topics Whether you just started following LS-RP:V’s development or have been a long time member of the community and want to help shape its future, consider applying if you'd like to contribute. Bare in mind, this role requires you to actively test features on our RAGE server as we inch closer to a well anticipated relaunch. Please send your letters of interest to @danut via a private message, include a bit about yourself, and why you'd like to contribute and help test. Applications will be responded to in bulk, please allow us a week or two to start setting you up. We've some exciting news regarding our RAGE comeback we'd like to start sharing soon. I know plenty of our players are excited for this one, and we'll hold a community meeting during May to bring you more information on that front (& answer your questions, of course). We've been intentionally keeping information on the down-low, but this will change as we're approaching our goals for the relaunch. Stay tuned! Tester Recruitment We're also opening tester recruitment as of today. If you'd like to join our team as a fully fledged tester, I encourage you to read more & apply here! We're also continuously looking for new developers, modders, mappers and more for both our SA-MP and RAGE servers - you can find more information here: Staff Recruitment - Los Santos Roleplay Thanks for your attention and I'm eager to share more exciting updates with you in our upcoming monthly update at the beginning of May.

free my bro

1488

i once tried being a bartender, rick denoia hired me but i was too shy to rp with yall again, my english is not so LCN suited n my rp is kinda lame

Merry Christmas! ❤️

ban esex

OOC NOTE Sureño gangs are not considered sub factions of the Mexican Mafia, we are not responsible for their actions or wrongdoings. We are in continuity with the previous Mexican Mafia factions, any carnal or Mexican Mafia member from any of the previous ones are welcome to participate.