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Chapter I: It was a cold and quiet winter morning, it was almost as if you could hear the snowflakes falling distantly outside. The snow was at least 6 inches thick.
In a little town called Twickenham in the United Kingdom, Something unusual happened. A white Transit Van pulled up just before the beginning of an alleyway,
Out came the driver and a passenger, quickly scarring towards the alley. A few minutes passed and a Black Transit van pulled up behind them.
Again, out hopping a passenger and driver, approaching the other men in the alley. While speaking, two men from the first van popped open the back doors hopping out
with M4A1's round their neck. Making their way towards the men, the black transit van doors opened slowly, 4 men masked with black skiing masks jumped out the back,
running towards the armed men. Withdrawing their Beretta M9's from their waist belt, they opened fire on the armed men, shooting them in the leg twice.
As they fell to the floor, the masked men aimed their weapons to the white transit van owners. Placing their hands on their heads, the masked men tied their hands
together, pulling tightly. The men harmed were left there as the tied men were put in the back of the black van. They opened the back of the white van,
only to reveal it was full of dollars, estimated around $1,000,000. The passenger jumped into the driver’s seat and the driver of the black van hopped in his
and they both drove off.

Approaching an abandoned warehouse, the men pulled up inside.
leaving the tied men in the back of the van, The masked men got scared as police sirens wailed in the distance.
The tied men began reaching into their sock, pulling out a pocket knife.
Cutting the rope, they looked through the little hole in the side of the van. They saw the men unloading the cash they were meant to trade.
They looked to the seats in the front, searching for any other weapon they could find. The men thought to themself, "I doubt they would leave weapons in the van", They knew they were on their own.

Slowly opening the doors, the men lowered themself out of the van holding the knife tightly in their right hand.
As they hurried behind a crate of somewhat raw materials, They peered over the top with high alert.
They saw more masked men approaching the van, they knew they had to do something. Both men ran to a crate behind the van, hiding themself discreetly.
The masked men approached the van, both men got ready. As they pulled open doors, they saw the cut rope laying there, in the middle of the van.
They took one deep breath and *slice*. The men dropped to the floor. They were soon grabbed by the t-shirts, and thrown inside.
Hopping in after them, the men undressed themself and the masked men, replacing their clothing. They were now known as Alejo Rosales and Deandre Bishop.

The police sirens got closer and all men were on high alert.
Shitting themself, the men began walking around the warehouse hearing the cash printer whirring, Music blaring and worst of all, the screaming.

In their line of sight, they saw a staircase which lead to a door with a sign attached reading: "Authorized persons only".

They turn their head to the men unloading the cash, and begin to walk over.

The police cars screech to a halt as they shout "Twickenhamn Police Department, place your hands where I can see them!"
All the masked men placed their hands in the air, But not Alejo and Deandre.

After all men being arrested, Alejo and Deandre remove their masks revealing themself to the police.

"Hands in the air!" Did one of the officer's shouted.

Alejo and Deandre ran towards the officer, pushing him to the ground. They ran past the other officers, out the warehouse doors...
*BANG* *BANG*.
The two men ran towards a black sport car as they jumped into it and escaped quickly away. They headed to one of their old friends house that was about a mile away from there. When they came to their friends they told him everything about that has happened. Their friend told them that he has lived in a town called Los Santos and that he owned an apartment there that they could move to. The two men thought it was a great idea and that they should start to travel right now.

Chapter II: 2 Weeks later: *Bang Bang* The gunshots echo through the neighborhoods, the cries of the women and children pierce the ears of all. A young mexican boy named Alejo falls to the ground holding his hands to his chest in a last gasping breath. The sirens wail as they approach, We turn to a 25 year old man holding a 6-shooter as he runs down through the streets avoiding the cops; this man’s name is Alejo Rosales and he's a Southerner . Alejo Rosales and his friend Deandre Bishop dreamed of getting in the gang POLVOS when they was new in town and had just met this gang, his Father Juan Rosales was a shot caller from prison in the United Kingdom. Alejo as a child rarely saw his father, but that did not matter to Alejo he wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps by becoming a leader of the Northerners. Alejo and Deandre started off repping the color blue which is the color of the Southerners. Alejo had an older friend Luis who was a northerner which gave him the connections to the higher respected Southerners. For the next year Alejo and Deandre was repping blue and being a thug making money slinging weed to his friendson the streets, and one day a kid wearing all red comes up to him starting shit. Alejo not being a pushover took his blue rag out wrapped it around his fist "thump* swung his first straight into the nose of the kid in red. Deandre who was with a southerner came up to Alejo and told him that it was time for Alejo to get in. Deandre and the other began to beat down upon Alejo kicking him down to the ground for over 20 seconds, as they started to stop Luis, so did Louis took out a switchblade from his pocket, then flips it open and stabs the tip into Alejos hand three times twisting it each time making a star. He was now a southerner.
One day in the summer Ramon is inside his house rolling up a swisher blunt when he hears gunshots. A man dressed in a LA dodgers jersey bursts through his door and shouts to Ramon, 'Deandre HAS BEEN SHOT!" Alejo runs outside to his friend in the street where a crowd of people surround him he kneels to the side of his friend bleeding on the ground. Alejo in a frenzy screams " Who did this!" a man replies "It was some fuckin' puto northerners." After a two weeks or more Deandre was allowed to come out from the hospital, they had saved him. Then from that day on Alejo and Deandre made it to their new goal to rid the city of Northerners and claim the city of Los Santos of their own. Alejo and Deandre now resides in the Doherty projects where he leads his gang of southerners.
Alejo and Deandre has achieved their dreams to become a leader and will not let anything stand in the way of them.

• Everybody is the same, the gang actions and business will be discussed together, as a gang.
• Help eachother, we are supposed to hang out with eachother and have fun.
• Any race could join us, without northerns.
• Always jump in to help or chill with the Crew.
• Fights between people in the Crew will be with fists.

•Rank 6 - el'Jefe (Leader)
Alejo "Klompe" Rosales

•Rank 5 - Dueno (Underboss)
Deandre "Depain" Martins

•Rank 4 - Capitan (Capo)

•Rank 3 - Soldado (Soldier)

•Rank 2 - Socio (Associate)

•Rank 1 - Pendejos (Outsider)
Oleg
Olle "Loket" Ohlsson
William Perkins