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Mod ini adalah plugin untuk menambah realism pada kendaraan apa saja yang tersedia di game, kurang lebih kalo lu tau game BEAMNG Drive atau GTA 4/5 lah kalo nabrak mobilnya suka sumbing kalo nabrak nya parah nah mod ini bikin bisa mobil kaya gitu, mau ditembak di bom di tabrak apapun intinya klo kena collision mobilnya bakalan penyok dan bisa diatur penyok nya seberapa parah di file settingan, mod ini kompatibel sama mod veh apapun mau itu SA Style mau itu mod mobil yg High Quality semua hampir support, buat SSRP FNG/CK/dsb nya juga bakal manteb ini mah intinya yg pasti mod ini bisa ngurangin lu lu pada yg non rp drive ya walaupun gw yakin ga semua dari lu pada make ini mod karena "ah ribetin diri sendiri harus riper". Disclaimer!! Mod ini cuma plugin buat mobil lu deform karena collision dan mod ini udh termasuk fitur ban lepas, kalo deform nya udah parah mobil lu gabisa jalan semestinya, untuk di JGRP sendiri mobil nya pasti deform kalo lu pukul walaupun ga dinaekin dan buat cara balikin nya tinggal keluar masuk interior. Video Preview: Gua udah coba di SAMP dan bener bener WORK tanpa kendala. Cara Install cukup taro folder VEHDEFORM kedalem modloader alias DRAG & DROP >>DOWNLOAD<< Credits goes to: - ZZPUMA - MixMods

Vincenzo Martotelli was born on April 23, 2002, in the coastal Sicilian town of Sciacca. Raised by a disciplined Italian father and a warm hearted, half-Spanish mother, his early years were a mix of discipline and music, grease and laughter. His mother played flamenco records in the kitchen while his father fixed cars in the garage silently. But when his mother passed away when Vincenzo was twelve, everything changed. The house grew quiet. His father grew colder. From then on, Vincenzo did everything that he could do to actually feel something. He flirted, he fought, he stole little things from u mercatu just to fill the emptiness inside his heart. At sixteen, trying to impress a girl he thought he loved, he stole a box of cigarettes from a truck owned by a local gang. It should've gotten him hurt, maybe worse. But instead, it got him noticed. A few gang members offered him quick jobs and quiet money. He took it. It felt good to be seen. But even then, when there's no one around, he’d still sneak off with the old Spanish guitar his mother left behind, playing until his fingers ached. It was the only thing that made him feel whole. When Vincenzo turned eighteen, his father took a mechanic job in Los Santos. They packed up and left. His father believed the move would keep his son out of trouble and make him a man. But Vincenzo never stopped hearing the music. He helped his father in the garage by day, keeps ties to the local mob by night, and plays guitar in secret whenever he can. His father wants him to be a mechanic, just as he was. The mob wants him to prove himself. All of that choices made him confused, where should he lead his life into? Stable jobs with decent income, or a risky hussle but bring a whole stack of cash up in his wallet. Now, at twenty-three, His father already passed away due to work accident. He's all alone now, he got no barrier anymore. At a point in his life, he's gone to jail because of his recklessness. At that time he already made his mind, "My name's already stained, so I might as well double down on this path and never looked back." he said. Although he’s charming, impulsive around women, and reckless with his heart. But when it counts, when he means it, he goes all in. No second-guessing. No turning back. CHAPTER I - THE ENTERPRISE Vincenzo Martotelli, a young man recently released from prison, is determined to get his life and his reputation back on track. But freedom doesn’t mean safety, and the criminal world of Los Santos hasn’t forgotten his mistakes. Not long ago, Vincenzo was a trusted arms distributor for Pedro Martinez, the most reputable arms supplier in the city. But everything changed when he was arrested by the LSPD while delivering an illegal weapons shipment, causing Pedro a devastating loss of hundreds of dollars in total. Since then, Pedro has cut all ties with him. Now on the verge of financial ruin, Vincenzo is forced to swallow his pride and negotiate with Pedro for one last chance. Pedro agrees, but under harsh conditions: Vincenzo will receive only 20% of the profits from gun sales, a massive drop from the 70% cut he used to enjoy. It’s a test of loyalty, not generosity. Vincenzo must now prove himself all over again, step by step, dollar by dollar. To pull it off, he recruits Dino Berardi, a street-savvy hustler he met shortly after his release. Together, they begin the dangerous grind of rebuilding the business from scratch: dealing with shady clients, evading law enforcement, and navigating the brutal politics of the criminal underground. Every job is a risk. Every deal could be their last. But Vincenzo knows that regaining Pedro’s trust is the only way to rise again, and he’s willing to fight for it. The question is: how far will he go to repay the debt, and will the man who comes out on the other side still be the same Vincenzo who walked out of prison? ((this thread would portray Vincenzo Martotelli's life thriving in Los Santos and his character development through the story, it will be delivered in a more "storytelling" and cinematic way, feel free to initiate an RP if you see Martotelli's strolling around. But METAGAMING will not be tolerated!))

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PROLOGUE Ashes of the Old Creed Liberty City was a cathedral built on blood and silence—until its pillars cracked. The sacred bloodlines that once ruled from the shadows turned on each other in a silent war of betrayal. At its center stood Leandro Tenebris Delvecchi, the Black Bishop, struck down not by rivals, but by his own kin. His final supper ended in gunfire. But he did not die—he disappeared. Fleeing eastward with only his most devout—a pair of Inquisitors, a battle-worn Consigliere, and two silent Flagellants—Leandro resurfaced in Los Santos. Beneath a crumbling trattoria in Vespucci Canals, he built not a new family, but a new faith: La Crociata Nera. No longer a mafia, but a creed. Yet even faith must evolve. And so, in silence, the Black Bishop prepared to pass his doctrine to one who could walk where he could no longer tread. Chapter I – The Silence of the Black Bishop The canals of Vespucci had grown heavier with each passing night—not because of sirens, but because of silence. Leandro Tenebris Delvecchi, the man once called Il Vescovo Nero, had receded from view. His footsteps no longer echoed through the wine cellar altar beneath the trattoria. The world around him moved faster now—too fast for hands grown used to ritual, too loud for ears attuned to confession. He had not lost control, but he had outlived the language of control. He spent his final weeks not in prayer, but in contemplation. He understood the paradox most patriarchs deny—that preservation requires release. Los Santos was not Liberty. Here, myth and blood meant nothing unless they could bend. Leandro had built a system of ritual, pain, and secrecy. But it needed new voice, new blood. Not one drawn from legacy—but one built in the crucible of chaos. He opened the Book of Names one last time and left it open on the table. Two of his most trusted Caporegime—Basil “Bullet” Bonfiglio, sharp-eyed and measured, and Vaughn “Tasma” Marcano, volatile but loyal—were summoned into the chapel. He gave them no sermon. Only a name and an address: Quentin Malik Lazzarro. “Find him,” he said. “He doesn’t carry our name, but he understands our silence.” The two did not ask why. They simply obeyed. They understood that a new bishop was being chosen—not by blood, but by doctrine. They found Quentin in East Los Santos, where gospel was currency and fear was architecture. He spoke to the lost, the damned, and the disillusioned. He didn’t wear robes or carry scripture—he spoke plainly and with weight. When the Capos arrived, he didn’t question the moment. “It’s time,” he whispered. And that night, in the candle-lit hollow beneath the trattoria, Leandro passed him the Book. “This is not a religion,” he said. “It’s order.” And with that, the Black Bishop became myth—and the Order prepared to evolve. The Judgment of the Street Quentin Lazzarro did not inherit the Ordo. He interpreted it. He didn’t recite the prayers of Delvecchi—he rewrote them into a doctrine that could be spoken in alleyways, not sanctuaries. The trattoria above stayed as it was: a mask. But below, the machinery began to hum. Gone were the candles in rows and the Latin muttered under breath. Instead, the space became a vault: of secrets, names, and whispered strategies. La Crociata Nera no longer demanded faith. It demanded function. He moved with precision, not noise. He didn’t rush to declare turf, or call attention to his new title. Instead, he told Basil and Tasma to embed. To listen, not threaten. To offer before taking. The Ordo would not rise by fire—it would rise by favor. A small favor repaid. A missed payment forgiven. A debt erased in exchange for silence. They didn’t take the city. They became part of it, quietly sliding into the fractures no one else noticed. In the first month, there was no blood spilled. But there were names added to the ledger. Men who worked in chop shops. Women who knew which politicians cheated on which corners. Young runners who moved between neighborhoods without being seen. These weren’t soldiers yet. They were witnesses—recipients of a whisper, a glance, a warning that came true. Quentin baptized them not with fire, but with structure. By the third month, a pattern had formed. A spray-painted sigil behind a liquor store. A gambling den that suddenly stopped having police trouble. A lowlife who vanished, and a replacement who never spoke a word out of line. The city didn’t see a rise. It saw a shift. A presence. Something ancient that had changed its clothes. La Crociata Nera wasn’t demanding allegiance. It was inviting submission. And in the dark, Los Santos had begun to listen. OOC Section

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