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Dear San Andreas,
It has come to my attention that lately the people of our State have lost the way.
People dying over fields of marijuana, people killing eachother over their relations and history.
This is why a few years ago I urged my brothers – The Angels of Death Motorcycle Club, to move out to what was once a desert town – Fort Carson. The city was empty and ripe for the taking. Me and my brothers built a paradise out of this shitty little ghost town. We grew large and brought attention to the little town. Officers from Los Santos, people from Fierro. Two of the biggest political figures in the mayoral race for Las Venturas came from our little “Ghost Town”.
Years passed, I went through shit, my Club went through shit. This little clan known as the Nomads came to be. Good people I must add.
I have noticed that the people of Bone County were tight, worked with eachother, understood eachother even if the disagreed. In this desert I built my little empire, my own paradise.
I, Duke Manson, took upon the crown of “King Heroin”.
Multiple times have I went off, I retired. But every. Single. Fucking. Time. There came people who made me get back into business, show what it was to be an Angel of Death, to be a resident of our lovely Bone County. There was this movie, The Godfather. I remember the scene. Michael Corleone stating to himself that “Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.”
My last few months of retirement ended with a vision. The whole state, the people of Argonath, following the everlasting religion…the worship of Sauron. His Churches all over San Andreas, dotted all over my precious Bone County. Churches of a so called “God” who has forsaken his own people, alongside his Pantheon, only showing up in visions and speaking out to a selected few, who misinterpret their words for their own gain.
This has come to an end, my dear friends. For the Truth has been buried underneath the sands of Bone County. The words of wisdom. The teachings of the Desert Fathers. The figures who guide you on the right way. The Fathers who have taught the ways of success and prosperity.
Unknowingly I have followed their way, as have my Brothers. We have reached positions which some cannot even dream of. A fair example is the late President of my Club. Sledge. Kris Sanders, the man who everyone respected. The man who could unite mortal enemies in an effort to combat a new threat. He did not know he was following the path of the Fathers. But I know. I know that they showed him the right way.
People, I urge you! Come to Bone County if you wish to return to the Old Ways. To the ways of success. Only through following the Words of the Fathers can we bring the Status Quo to what it once was.
Tear down the Temples of Sauron, burn down the Churches and follow the smoke to Bone County. I will show you the way. The Desert Fathers speak through me and these words shall bring you prosperity, should you listen to them.
Bone County – The Middle of Nowhere, Center of Everywhere.