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Jim Nail and Johnny Gat. Never forgetting those names. I don't know what happened to them. Everything was just fine until I woke up that morning and found out every crew member had left the town. I still don't know why. Never was planned actually? But I decided to stick to the old memories and remain here as an irreversible part of the crew. Struggling to survive on the streets of Liberty City showed as a challenge worthy of a war front. Raids, black men controlling the cities, pimps, purple rags controlling and propagating among people. The bikes...the bikes are gone. That sweet sound of a hard made Harley, roaming through the streets...gone, replaced with Japanese scrap metal. Little boys trying to rap in the streets, killing themselves, carrying knives. A horrible sight. Its all about becoming a gangster these days and speaking non understandable slang and showing some hand signs. My life was shit. I lived in the most horrible places, that even a homeless person didn't step foot onto. Trying to keep, seize those memories of glory and consoling myself with a thought of greater future. Every night I've dreamed about that rag, the same skull that smiles at me, just like it is going to mock my incompetence for bare existence. It had wings, black mind stroking wings that spread miles away, on the highway. Black emptiness in its eyes confused me, made me numb every morning, trying to get sober of the dream. I was never the same, I wore fashion, a simple thought about that word makes me puke. Silly dandy clothes, shiny shirts. Why? Because I was to afraid to step up.My leather jacket with my crew logo was worn out, catching dust in the clothes along side my Levi's pants and Martens shoes. My bike was trashed by some black gang and thrown in the water. I lost interest in living. My life was empty, a day to day survival. That's when I meet a biker family, named Harleys...great people that had the same taste as I, never giving a shit about fashionable stuff. I've met their head, and I became interested in biking again. With every sunrise I felt better, still I felt like a corpse lying on the ground but I wasn't depressed as usual. I realized that I need to get out of my hole. That was a hot summer day of July, when I took a walk around the street, seeing police abusing and "blacks" gang-banging made my walk a lot worse. I encountered several of those black gang members who gave me an eye while I was passing by them. I felt endangered suddenly and my mind kept telling me to step back, run as fastest I can because something bad is going to happen right this moment. While all the sudden, I was surrounded by several of those monkeys, who were yelling something at me but I couldn't understand shit what were they mumbling. Out of no where they started to beat me up, bats, knife cuts, feet, fists.I felt everything. None to help, laying there on the ground beaten up, empty minded, I've fell unconscious into a brief coma period. The same skull appeared again, only this time it was mad, spread its jaw and started to scream horribly, approaching me, with fire in its eyes. I woke up, like I felt a shock through my body. I looked around, and I heard a dog barking. Then I realized pain. I got up slowly, and hard. No one on the streets, pitch black. While walking through the streets people were looking at me through their windows, just staring like I am another specie. As I got home, I stood there like a bird in captivity for 2 weeks. Nights and nights passed in PTSP and that same skull. With every new night the skull opened its jaw like its going to talk. Last night before I regained my strength, the skull appeared screaming again like that night I was beaten. it started talkin, I couldn't understand anything, because frequency was too high, blood started to come down my ears, I felt everything, like it was reality. Then suddenly I heard it saying "Angel forever, forever Angels". Those words ringed in my head for the rest of the next week. The skull disappeared out of my dreams but I became miserable, but somehow I started to be cynic, apathetic. One morning while I was stretching, preparing for another day, I accidentally hit my closet which was fragile enough, and it started colliding, everything fell from it and suddenly while I stood in shock the jacket fell out on me, but the interesting thing was that that skull on the back was turned towards my face, so it was the same like the dream. While felling I felt it was nearing me and in the next moment I was on the floor, cursing. While I got up i took the jacket and cough from the dust on it. Out of fun, I've decided to wear it a little. it felt good, it suited me perfectly. Then I mind dropping idea fell on my head. I asked myself: "Why not reviving the Angels", I thought more: "Why not to rule the Liberty City streets once again". I've had a hideous smile on my face overlooking the jacket dimensions. Once I've felt connected with my old crew. I felt them, riding, there in the distance, waving me to hurry up. Once we were, we died. Angels are on a spree again.
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Our hangout is at North Holland, Algoquin. You'll always find brothers there.
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President
Luke "Void" Thompson
Vice President
Georgio "Digs" Ancelotti
Road Captain
None
Sergeant at Arms
Jack ''Jackie'' Scartia
Jonny "Joe" Winthorpe
Veteran
Hwaldar ".." Richards
Soldier
None
Hang Around
None
Stuff we Ride
Remember rookie, car drives the body, bike rides the soul. We don't drive imported stuff like the local wannabe bad boys do. We ride the roamers. Here's a list of some beauties.
(http://i51.tinypic.com/xwy2r.png)-Daemon (http://i55.tinypic.com/2nted55.png)-Diabolus
(http://i51.tinypic.com/fwhija.png)-Hellfury (http://i55.tinypic.com/wt678y.png)-Hexer
(http://i51.tinypic.com/2m2cj9z.png)-Innovation (http://i51.tinypic.com/30adzsy.png)-Lycan
(http://i54.tinypic.com/2rqd2mh.png)-Wayfarer (http://i52.tinypic.com/25qzonm.png)-Nightblade
(http://i53.tinypic.com/2czr8nq.png)-Revenant (http://i55.tinypic.com/2i8hu38.png)-Wolfsbane
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Follow All ArgonathRPG's Rules
Follow Angels of Death MC Rules
Never Death match
Never Car kill
Do not start attacking someone without a proper /me for taking up your weapon
Do not tell people to go away just because they are in the same area as you
If the police or someone is pointing a gun at you don't /cb text for help, try getting help in an RP way
Do not give orders to higher ranked members such as "Get over here now!" remember they are the ones giving the orders
Remember to act in the way of your rank, meaning that you shall not try and command the whole gang if you are a soldier
If someone should attack you like a drive-by then act RP like, take cover then fight back
If some other player comes up to you don't tell them to get away the first thing you do
Separate OOC and IC by using /cb and () (Brackets) for OOC talk
Never flame another member of the group even if they F*** up royal, let it be and move forward
Don't let your own personal hatred for other another group infect the clubs relations with them.
Remember that we don't always act so very "nice" to each other, but remember it's only for the RP feeling of a real MC gang. Also it's only IC
so don't let it go from IC to OOC.
If another member of the Angels gets warned or kicked and no other member is around, remember to tell Superior leaders about it, as it will be taken care of.
Applications are done ICly, this is just a form so you can reserve your test.
[size=5][color=black]Application Form[/color][/size]
[list][li]What is your in-game name: [color=black]Your current In game name here[/color][/li]
[li]In Real Life Age: [color=black]Your age here[/color][/li]
[li]Your nationality (IRL and IG) [color=black]Your nationality goes here[/color][/li]
[li]Old Names: [color=black]Your old names here[/color][/li]
[li]Old Groups: [color=black]Your old groups[/color][/li]
[li]Times you been banned:[color=black] Number of times[/color][/li]
[li]Reasons for being banned: [color=black]Reason[/color][/li]
[li]How long have you been playing on ArgonathRPG: [color=black]Time playing here[/color][/li][/list]
Angels of Death Anthem (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdiWEmTpwCY#)
Hey you. Yea you, man. Want to ride? Want the wind to pat your back? Listening to the good old Rock'n'Roll or Metal? Join the crew, you'll never leave.
AFFA!
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Follow All ArgonathRPG's Rules
Follow Mongols MC Rules
Never Death match
Never Car kill
Do not start attacking someone without a proper /me for taking up your weapon
Do not tell people to go away just because they are in the same area as you
If the police or someone is pointing a gun at you don't /cb text for help, try getting help in an RP way
Do not give orders to higher ranked members such as "Get over here now!" remember they are the ones giving the orders
Remember to act in the way of your rank, meaning that you shall not try and command the whole gang if you are a soldier
If someone should attack you like a drive-by then act RP like, take cover then fight back
If some other player comes up to you don't tell them to get away the first thing you do
Separate OOC and IC by using /cb and () (Brackets) for OOC talk
Never flame another member of the group even if they F*** up royal, let it be and move forward
Don't let your own personal hatred for other another group infect the clubs relations with them.
Remember that we don't always act so very "nice" to each other, but remember it's only for the RP feeling of a real MC gang. Also it's only IC
so don't let it go from IC to OOC.
If another member of Mongols gets warned or kicked and no other member is around, remember to tell Superior leaders about it, as it will be taken care of.
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