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  1. #1
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    10.02.2008
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    » Welcome...
    ...to 'Hotel Moscow', a new Russian organization in Los Santos. Here you will learn all about our faction, and have a chance to apply to join us. After the deletion of the 'Krachbin Bratva', we did not feel that it was right for the Russian mafia to go unrepresented in the server, because of massive potential for RP. I will say it now; We will only accept exceptional RPers. If you have any doubt of your RP ability, don't waste my, or your time by applying. Also; do only apply if your character is Russian, and has a Russian name. If you are accepted, however, you will be tested in game.
    [ Note: The name 'Hotel Moscow' is just a codename, we will not copy the Outfits in any way with having a Hotel like them, since we won't have one. ]

    » Unofficial Faction
    This is an unofficial faction. You may join this faction with another character while being in another faction with a different one. Do not bother to apply if you do have another faction-character(s) and plan to be more active with it/them than with this faction-character.

    » Accepted / Denied
    We will not response to your applications with an "Accepted" or a "Denied". If your application was good enough you will get contacted in game and in character, and confronted with various tests to check your abilities. If you won't get contacted within two weeks you can see yourself as denied. Do not ask us if you are accepted or denied via forum- and/or in game-PMs, and of course not in this thread, as the testing proccess is completely IC.

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    » Valeriya & Yuliya Kirova
    September 2nd, 1988 – 2:46am: A young half naked woman was laying in a dark dirty alley, screaming, stopping and breathing quickly, looking down at her body, holding her stomach while starting to scream again. It was just another cold night in Moscow, Russia.
    The woman was pregnant, only 19 years old and already awaiting twins. She was all alone in the alley, only a few damaged containers in it and an old bike, a light dust covering her and these objects, herself laying behind one of these containers. From time to time you could hear cars passing by the street around ten meters away in the end of the alley, the car-lights letting the alley flashing up lightly, the sound of the engines mixed with the woman’s screaming. She was breathing quickly again, looking up with her head while starting to scream again and finally pressing. Suddenly it happened, a small head was slowly moving out of the woman, right after followed by the body of the baby which let her scream even more. She kept pressing and the baby moved out, softly falling onto the woman’s jacket which was placed in front of her. She stopped pressing, already exhausted but still feeling a pain that let her start pressing again. Just a few seconds after the first baby was born the other one started to get out slowly, the head first. Still in pain the woman pressed as much as she could, stopping from time to time to take a few deep breaths, until the second baby finally got out completely, landing onto the first baby and rolling down next to it onto the jacket, both directly starting to scream. Valeriya and Yuliya Kirova were born, born in a dirty alley, laying there all alone with their mother.
    The woman would have needed a doctor. She started bleeding after the second baby got out, and it just didn't stop. She was still breathing quickly, looking down at the two babies, pulling the jacket a bit over them to warm them, laying back and finally passing out slowly with a light smile . . .

    » Born in Crime
    September 2nd, 1988 – 8:22am: The alley was lightened up by the early sun, showing the woman laying there in her own blood, her face all white and the two babies still laying in front of her. The woman was dead, died because it didn't stop bleeding, died because she was all alone, died because no-one heard her and came to help.
    Just another car passed the alley as you could suddenly hear noises – a car stopped down the alley, doors slamming, foot steps, talking, and the steps getting closer and closer. Two young men were walking along the alley, not noticing the woman behind the container yet, nor the babies who finally fell asleep for a bit. They came closer, opened the container from the side while walking in front of it, finally seeing the babies and the dead woman, the babies waking up and starting to scream. “What the fuck is this?”, one of them said in Russian, the other just getting closer to the babies and picking them up gently, moving them slowly to the left and right until they stopped screaming. The other man still standing next to the container, looking at the woman for a bit, then at the other man holding the babies, and finally into the container. “Fuck that Vladimir, there’s something more important for now, put the babies aside and help me.”, he said while reaching into the container and pulling on something. Vladimir put the babies down, looking towards the man at the container and then walking to him with. The man was still pulling, trying to get it out with grabbing the front, saying “Go for the other side Vlad’, we need to get that fucker out of here!”. Vladimir nodded and grabbed the other side, pulling it out together with his friend and placing it on the ground roughly. It was a body bag, a filled body bag, filled with a corpse. The man shut the container and got a hold of the front of the bag, dragging it along the alley. “Get your ass here and help me, now!”, he yelled down the alley to Vladimir, who was staring at the woman again, holding one hand up to the other man to motion him to wait while getting closer to the babies, looking down at the jacket under them. He started searching the pockets of the jacket, finally finding a wallet. He took it out and looked at it, opened it and looked through the cards, finding a driving license. It read 'Sofiya Kirova'. Putting the license back in he pocketed the wallet into his jacket and looked at the babies. Vladimir went down for them, picked them up and got up with both in his arms. He turned to the other man who was still waiting in front of the body bag, and walked back to him. The man looked at Vladimir, sighing and yelling “...the hell? What the fuck are you doing idiot? Are you crazy? Put them aside, this is more important!”. Vladimir shook his head while passing the other man and the body bag. “I won’t let these two die here, give me a second.”, he said calmly and kept walking. “Oh god, didn’t know you can be that stupid, Vlad’…”, the other man said annoyed and pulled the bag up on his shoulder slowly, dragging it towards the car down the alley. Vladimir reached the car, opened the back-door and placed the two babies into the car gently, closing the door and walking to the back of the car. He popped the trunk and went for the other man to help him. The man took the front of the bag again while Vladimir grabbed the legs of the dead man in the body bag. They dragged it to the car and threw the dead man into the trunk, shutting it after. The two men went into their car again, Vladimir as passenger and his friend as driver, turning the engine on and driving off . . .

    » The Pub
    September 2nd, 1988 – 8:58am: They were already driving a while; the babies stopped screaming as Vladimir took and held them again, using his jacket to warm them. The driver kept mumbling something as he looked over to Vladimir and the babies from time to time, looking visibly annoyed. Finally the car slowed down in front of a small pub, it was closed and all empty - inside, and outside.
    The driver turned the car into an alley slowly which led to the back of the pub. It stopped; the driver reached for the car key in the ignition and took it out while opening the door with the other hand, holding himself at the steering wheel with one hand and pushing himself out of the car, still holding the car key. He looked around as he pocketed the car key and slammed the door behind him, checking the area around him. Vladimir opened his door with one hand while gently holding the two babies with the other arm, kicking the door open and getting out carefully. He looked to the right, then to the left, and finally to his friend quickly. “Let me get them inside, I’ll be back in a minute.”, he said while closing his door and turning to the back-door of the pub. The other man nodded, holding his head annoyed for a moment and walking towards the trunk, leaning against it while waiting for Vladimir to come back. Vladimir reached into his pocket with one hand, taking out his keys and unlocking the back-door with one hand while still holding the babies with the other arm. He stepped inside and turned on the light, placing the babies onto a couch in the room, removing his jacket from them and covering both with a cloth.
    It was a dark back-room without windows, in the middle of it a long table covered with a foil, a bit smudged blood on it and the couch placed in a corner, next to it a small desk. Vladimir stared at the babies for a moment and turned around walking back to the opened door after, stepped out and moved to the other man who was still leaning against the trunk. Spotting Vladimir he pushed himself off the trunk, turned around and popped it using his car key again. Both men grabbed the body bag and carried it inside the pub, laid it onto the table roughly. Vladimir opened the bag while his friend closed the door and walked over to the desk, picking up rubber gloves and a knife from it, and walking back to the table after, taking the gloves on . . .

    » Beloved Moskva
    September 2nd, 1988 – 9:43am: Vladimir moved aside and leaned against a wall, looking at the couch and the two babies, his friend had started to cut off the fingers of the dead man, one by one using his sharp knife. Every time he finished one finger he put it into a small plastic bag, and went on with the next finger, and after the fingers were done he went for the toes, cutting them off as well. A few minutes later he was done, closed the plastic bag and put it onto the desk.
    He turned around noticing Vladimir, saying “Stop standing there like an idiot, better start thinking about a way to get rid of these babies…” as he walked back to the corpse. He pulled the body bag over the corpse again and closed it, tapping on it twice and putting the knife aside while looking over to Vladimir again, who moved forward to the babies in the meantime. “We have to go, take the babies with you, we’ll drop them somewhere.”, the man said as he grabbed the front of the bag again, pulling it onto his shoulder slowly and walking towards the door. Vladimir went after him, not taking the babies with him and helped his friend with opening the door and walking out, holding the door open for him. The other man walked out with the body bag and threw it into the trunk again, shutting it right after and walking towards the front-door while taking his car key out again. Vladimir turned the light off in the small room and closed the door, using his keys to lock it after. He went to the car without the babies, looking at the other man. “Where are the babies? We won’t keep them!", he yelled at Vladimir, and all Vladimir did was shrug and opening the passenger door of the car, getting himself into the passenger-seat. His friend went into the car as well, slamming the door behind him, yelling “For fucks sake, get your minds up! What the fuck do we need these babies for?! Why did you even take them with us?”, and as he put on his seatbelt. Vladimir looked over to the man, and answered “’Why did you even take them with us?’? They would be dead right now, two babies, they’ve their whole life in front of them, they deserve to live.". Sighing the other man turned on the engine of the car and drove off again.
    More than an hour later the car arrived at a small hidden place at the Moskva, a small alley led directly to the water. The car parked in front of the alley, the men went out and popped the trunk up again, pulling the body bag out and carrying it to the water and putting it down to the ground for a moment. Vladimir looked at his friend, and then back to the bag as he pulled it up again together with him, giving it a peppy throw into the river. They turned around, the bag going down in the water in back of them, the two men walking back to their car . . .

    » Criminal Activities
    June 6th, 2005: “Wait...not yet…”, Valeriya whispered to Yuliya. They were crouching behind an old car parked in an alley, along the street a woman coming closer, carrying a purse. “Now!”, she whispered to her sister as the woman was just passing the alley. Yuliya ran forward and bumped into the woman, falling to the ground and acting like she had injured her arm. The woman could hold herself, looking shocked down at the girl, asking “Everything okay child?”. Yuliya sat up, holding her arm and shaking her head slowly. The woman put her purse aside and crouched down in front of Yuliya, looking at her arm. Valeriya was slowly walking along the car towards the woman and Yuliya. Yuliya looked at the woman for a moment, and then gave her a hard kick, hitting her knee with it. The woman screamed in pain and suddenly Valeriya started to run, passing the woman and grabbing her purse, running as fast as she could down the street. Yuliya jumped up and started to run after Valeriya, they both didn’t look back and just ran, ran until they arrived at the pub, ran into the alley behind it and opened the back-door, getting in and closing it behind.
    Vladimir was waiting in the back-room, together with two other guys, Leonid and Anton. They were working for Vladimir, doing jobs for him, just like Yuliya and Valeriya. Valeriya looked at the men, sitting around the table, now without a foil, looked back at Yuliya said “Shit,…that was easy!”, and started to laugh together with her. Valeriya walked a few steps forward to the step, said "We’re back" and placed the purse onto the table with a smile. Yuliya stood next to her, waiting for Vladimir to open the purse. He grabbed and opened it, searching it for items. Finally he pulled out a wallet, a mobile phone, a lipstick, a nail file, a few handkerchiefs and a bunch of keys. He put all except the wallet on the table for now, and looked into it, finding a few bills in it and a few cards. He smiled and looked up to the two girls while putting the wallet down. “Good job you two, you’re doing good lately.”, he said while giving each of them a bit of the money, holding the rest of it for himself.
    The two girls were 16 now, they robbed people and saw criminal activities all day long. They were already involved in the Organization led by Vladimir, Vladimir Matulik. His partner disappeared a few years ago, the man who was with him 16 years ago when the two girls were born and found by Vladimir and him. Vladimir raised the two girls, acted like a father for them, and never lied about what happened to their mother. They knew she died in this night, and they knew what Vladimir did together with his friend to this corpse . . .

    » The Letter
    January 28th, 2008: Around two and a half year later - Vladimir was sitting at the bar in the pub, drinking a glass of vodka as it suddenly knocked on the door of the back-room. He looked back, hearing the knocking and put his glass down while standing up slowly. A curtain was covering the door-frame which led into the back-room. He grabbed it and put it aside, walking through the door-frame and finally arrived at the door of the back-room which led outside. He reached into his jacket for his pistol, not taking it out yet. Slowly he opened the door with his hand ready on his pistol, opening it completely while pulling the pistol out aiming it outside. A boy was standing outside, stepping back with a shocked look.
    Vladimir raised an eyebrow as he took the pistol down. “What the hell are you doing here today, Dimitrij? I told you not to interrupt me today, leave me the fuck alone, got it?”, he said to the boy, putting the pistol inside his jacket again. The boy looked up to Vladimir and said “Sorry to interrupt you sir, but it’s very important! I’ve to bring you this letter here…”, while reaching into his pocket and taking out a paper, handing it over to Vladimir. “…sorry again sir!” he went on, turning around and running off. Vladimir looked after the boy shouting “What’s that? What’s it about?”, but the boy kept running. He looked down to the paper and hold it up a bit, shrugged and went back into the pub.
    Vladimir sat down, and looked at the paper reading the message on it. The letter was from his old partner, he was still alive, but moved out of Russia, Vladimir didn’t know that until today. It read that he was in the town named ‘Los Santos’ for the last years, he lived there without being part in any organization, all he did was looking for the other groups there, looking how the so named ‘Krachbin Bratva’ was going.
    The Krachbin Bratva was a Russian organization, sent in from Russia a long time ago. It was there to keep the business in America going, and there to get more money and respect in. A few months ago it had been the mightiest organization in Los Santos, but then the old cover was slowly going away. The cops started to know more and more about them, even raided their old hideout which made the Krachbin Bratva move it to Las Venturas. The organization was led by a woman, Natalia Rose; she was doing well until she had to go to London for a few days, in the time without her the cops gathered more and more information, and when she came back she wasn’t the same anymore. The Bratva was too much known by the public and the government. A few people including her partner Nikolai Radimov went against her, gave the police even more information; names, hangouts, hideouts, businesses and even the location of their so named Red Market, popular for the most gun dealing in town.Within hours the police decided to raid these places and shut them down, and so did they.
    First they shut down the material factory of the Krachbin Bratva, it was the most used place to supply dealers with needed munitions and weapons. After that they shut the gun shop called ‘Red Steel’ down, it was used to supply members of the organization with weapons, and also used to get more money in with the selling of illegal guns to civilians. A few minutes later the police arrived at the ‘Red Market’, and shut it down as well, and not long after that they went for the most popular business of the Krachbin Bratva – the strip club ‘Red Pen’. Within a few hours the organization had lost everything, and the members of it were wanted by the police.
    Vladimir kept reading further down as it finally said “Vladimir, our comrades are history, but this town is still full of business and money for us. Take your best men and come over here; I’ve a place for you all to stay for now. Just trust me in this one. I know I just disappeared years ago, but I had to, it was an order I got, and had to follow. Now it’s time for us to take over this town and end what the Krachbin Bratva wasn’t able to end…”.
    Vladimir put the letter aside and walked to his phone, using it to call Valeriya, Yuliya and after them Leonid and Anton. They all met in the back-room and talked about the future of them and Los Santos. The two girls aren’t girls anymore now, they are women now, and just as much respected as other members of this group. They know how to kill now, they know how to rob and how business works. Vladimir decided to take them with him to Los Santos, together with Leonid and Anton . . .

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    » In-Character Rules
    1.) Always obey orders from superiors.
    1.1.) Do not refuse the orders for anything. This means the order of a superior is more important than anything.
    1.2.) Do not order lower-ranked members unless you are ranked 'Soldat' or higher.
    2.) Never discuss about the organization with outsiders.
    2.1.) Do not tell anyone your real name.
    2.2.) Do not show anyone our head quarter.
    3.) Always use fake names, unless you are talking to members from the organization in private.
    4.) Always speak Russian to other members of the organization.
    5.) Do not carry a gun as lower rank ((Nemechenniy)) of the organization, unless you're told to do so.
    5.1.) Never use - or even brandish - guns in public unless being ordered as such.
    6.) If someone is causing trouble, take a picture of him or remember what he looks like, move away, and we'll deal with the person(s) together with a plan afterwards. Do not fight the person on your own in public.
    7.) Stay away from the police as much as possible, avoid all contact.
    7.1.) If a cop decides to check you (e.g., telling you to pull over your car), then let him do so, rather than attempting to evade them, unless ordered otherwise.
    7.2.) Do not help the police in any way for any reason.
    7.3.) Never give your real name out to the police.

    » Out-of-Character Rules
    1.) Always follow the rules of the server. Breaking one of these rules will get you kicked out of the faction + reported.
    1.1.) If someone is breaking the rules against you, for example death matching you, do not go the same way trying to death match him before he gets you. Use /re & /report and screenshot the situation and wait for an admin to help.
    2.) Role-play at all times! Do not use the OOC chat(s) unless really needed.
    2.1.) Do not show or tell anyone where our head quarter is, even if it is OOC.
    3.) Do not disrespect other members of the organization out of character for any reason. Doing so will get you a warn, persisting will get you kicked.
    3.1.) Be respectful to other organizations, we do not want to be disliked.
    4.) Wear a mask as much as possible.
    5.) We might CK people in this organization if they break any of the rules (or leave/get kicked for other reasons), if you are going to join you have to accept the fact you might be CK'ed if you screw up.

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    » Kommersant ('Business Man')
    Tasks:
    • The Kommersant is the head of the organization, basically the boss, or the business-man. He plans further movements and tells members what to do, his orders always have to be followed. Together with his Zamestitels he also decides who will have which tattoos when.

    New Tattoo(s):
    • A bell on either hand,
      A large skull wearing a crown on the back,
      A large cross with a crown above it on the chest.

    » Zamestitel ('Underboss')
    Tasks:
    • Basically the Zamestitels are the Kommersant’s right hand since they help him to organize the group.
      Is the Kommersant not available, they take over the group, lead them and usually take over the Kommersants tasks until he's back.
      An important job of the Zamestitels is the command of the Kapitans of the organization. They're telling the Kapitans what to do and give assignments to them.
    New Tattoo(s):
    • A set of eyes on the mid torso,
      A butterfly resting on a knife on the stomach.

    » Kapitan ('Captain')
    Tasks:
    • The Kapitans keep the Kommersant and Zamestitels up to date and receive assignments from them.
      If they're the highest ranks in town they are able to take over the group, but not to start anything special unless being permitted to do so by either the Kommersant or a Zamestitel.
      They also get a small group of lower members of the organization assigned, who can always be led by them.
    New Tattoo(s):
    • A star on either side of the chest,
      Skulls on either palm,
      A crusader on the back.

    » Soldat ('Soldier')
    Tasks:
    • Simple soldiers who get orders and follow them. They're allowed to order Vors and Nemechenniys for smaller things, such as driving for them or deliver something.
    New Tattoo(s):
    • A dagger on either shoulder, pointing downwards towards the arm with blood dripping from the end,
      A star on either knee.

    » Vor ('Thief')
    Tasks:
    • Vors just got accepted in being part of the organization, so they just do smaller things, such as driving the cars for higher ranks if there are no Nemechenniys around, looking after persons and/or gathering a few information for example.
      The Vors are allowed to have a pistol with them, but only allowed to use/show it if being ordered to or if acting in self-defence.
    New Tattoo(s):
    • A spade on the stomach,
      Two cats facing each other on your upper chest.

    » Nemechenniy ('Recruit')
    Tasks:
    • Nemechenniys just got into the organization, not directly being part of it they don't even have a tattoo yet. They do all kind of jobs for higher ranks of the organization that these don't want to do, mostly driving and other 'dirty' jobs.
      They're not getting deeper into the life of the organization and their plans, movements, names et cetera until they get their first tattoo.
      Nemechenniys are not allowed to have any kind of gun on them. All they are supposed to have for their defence is a melee weapon, such as baseball bats, nightsticks or brass knuckles.
    New Tattoo(s):
    • None.




    While your guns raisin', Mine is blazin'

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  2. #2
    הצטרף בתאריך
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    טוב, אני מציע את עצמי לנהל תעסק הזה, "Godfather of Bratva".
    כמו שאתם רואים זה רק שם בדוי למאפיה.. זאת אומרת, אפחד בחיים לא ידע מי אנחנו IC.
    טוב תגיבו פה,
    סקריפטרים גם אתם.. בקשר למאפיה.
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  3. #3
    הצטרף בתאריך
    01.02.2008
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    כרגע לא רלוונטי.
    כשייפתח השרת, תאסוף אנשים שיהיו מוכנים להיות במאפיה תחת פיקודך, ואז תבקש מהאדמינים לפתוח בשבילך מאפיה.
    בינתיים אתה יכול לחפש אנשים שירצו להצטרף אליך כשהשרת ייפתח.

    אחלה סיפור רקע. למי מגיע הקרדיט?
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  4. #4
    הצטרף בתאריך
    10.02.2008
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    ליורם (?)
    לי.. -.-

    הבאתי רק הצעה,
    תאמין לי אם יפתחו אני ידע מאיפה להביא ויביא אנשים.
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  5. #5
    הצטרף בתאריך
    02.03.2007
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    זה רן שאני מכיר : P
    כמה דברים :
    א.כל הכבוד על ההשקעה זה באמת סיפור ארוך
    ב.כנראה שלא ראית תגובות שלנו בעבר אז הקטע של המאפיות לא ילך ככה מראש.. ביום הראשון אנשים יגיעו אלינו עם רקע היסטורי מאחורי המשפחה שלהם והם יתחילו ככנופיות רחוב ולאט לאט היתפתחו (אולי 2 מההכי טובים יהיו המשפחות פשע אבל זה עדיין לא סגור)
    ג.גם אחרי פתיחת ה RP , במיוחד אתה רן , קצת לרחם עלינו עם האורך של הסיפורים כי לאף אחד לא בא לקרוא מגילה על המאפיה נכון זה יותר מקצועי אבל שוב זה רק מילים , איך שזה ירוץ בשרת זה הדבר האמיתי
    Silas 'Cash' West

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  6. #6
    הצטרף בתאריך
    10.02.2008
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    נכתב במקור על ידי NaJeS
    זה רן שאני מכיר : P
    כמה דברים :
    א.כל הכבוד על ההשקעה זה באמת סיפור ארוך
    ב.כנראה שלא ראית תגובות שלנו בעבר אז הקטע של המאפיות לא ילך ככה מראש.. ביום הראשון אנשים יגיעו אלינו עם רקע היסטורי מאחורי המשפחה שלהם והם יתחילו ככנופיות רחוב ולאט לאט היתפתחו (אולי 2 מההכי טובים יהיו המשפחות פשע אבל זה עדיין לא סגור)
    ג.גם אחרי פתיחת ה RP , במיוחד אתה רן , קצת לרחם עלינו עם האורך של הסיפורים כי לאף אחד לא בא לקרוא מגילה על המאפיה נכון זה יותר מקצועי אבל שוב זה רק מילים , איך שזה ירוץ בשרת זה הדבר האמיתי
    אוקיי...
    אתה מתכוון offical gangs ? שזה faction
    או ש unoffical ?
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  7. #7
    הצטרף בתאריך
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    I would try to join it...sounds intersting


    by the way I think I'm the only one here who read the whole story :S
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  8. #8
    הצטרף בתאריך
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    Lova,you Shouldn't Speak English
    קראתי,נהנתי,ממליץ את רן לניהול Faction מניסיון בשרתים קודמים.
    דרך אגב רן,אכפת לך שאני אנעל את הנושא הזה בנתיים? אני לא רוצה שאנשים יפתחו ציפיות מוקדמות מדי בנוגע למאפיה שלך ויספימו את הנושא.
    -אם לדעתך יש פה מקום לדיון אני ישאיר את הנושא פתוח.
    D: חזרתי
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  9. #9
    הצטרף בתאריך
    10.02.2008
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    נכתב במקור על ידי 3DGlitch
    Lova,you Shouldn't Speak English
    קראתי,נהנתי,ממליץ את רן לניהול Faction מניסיון בשרתים קודמים.
    דרך אגב רן,אכפת לך שאני אנעל את הנושא הזה בנתיים? אני לא רוצה שאנשים יפתחו ציפיות מוקדמות מדי בנוגע למאפיה שלך ויספימו את הנושא.
    -אם לדעתך יש פה מקום לדיון אני ישאיר את הנושא פתוח.
    חחח תודה,
    תעשה מה שבא לך, זה רק הצעה.
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  10. #10
    הצטרף בתאריך
    23.01.2008
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    תשמור את ההצעה הזו בכל מקרה לאותו יום שתצטרך להראות את ההיסטוריה לצוות.
    אני נועל בנתיים ,תמשיך את העבודה המצוינת!
    D: חזרתי
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