Welcome to the MC world. Nice setup, hope to see you on the road. Micky Tohmpson M.O.M MC

Better be in the game

Who? members of your party? I think your post should be more specific.

So basically you just kill people, nothing new.

What are you trying to say?

Banning the burka allows for a non sharia law state, which is exactly what we want agreed, Muslims aren't a race fire houses have banquet dinners all the time. We make pancakes, pasta, do bbqs and more. All my local fire houses do it.

Thanks boss

So as long as the cops don't catch you and have no suspicion of you doing anything illegal, you're good? @HairyGrenade

Well of course, that's religions. Theirs not a whole lot you can do about it.

What's your point here?

[ @YaLocalOreo Yea I guess so, normally rp just wonders and you find people. Try and write an RP post, i'll go off of yours ]

Yes you can write and publish books, as well as making art and selling it.

Does your club have any rules? or do you choose not to post them. Thanks

Great post! Thinking of applying for a position.

I voted!

Because they were an accomplice to the crime.

I fully support this, I voted for you in the polls! I consider myself right leaning IRL and in game. We need to become strong men and women again and put an end to our future generation becoming pussies. Respect! Micky Tohmpson M.O.M MC

I like the idea alot! Let's try not to get out of hand and have a lot of arguments.

Q1: Most likely Q2: If they add something into the game and you have the right connections, yea sure, but don't expect the easiness of calling Lester and asking him for the cops to get off your tale Q3: If the law enforcement has reason to believe you are dealing/cooking meth than yes, but if they don't see you and suspect nothing, than your good Q4: Just like real life, if you are cooperating in the heist, you are a suspect. Q5: Of Course, just make sure the transaction is safe and undisclosed, just make sure no one finds out. Q6: Not sure, sorry Q7: I believe so Q8: Yes, everybody doesn't love their job, and after all it's a video game and people get bored. I won't be surprised if their is dirty cops that can help your criminal work. Q9: Yes, but I doubt many people want to be lawyer, although their is some on the forums. Only two won't be able to help the hundreds of criminals.

When will the next pole start?

[ @UnknownX Thank you] Micky finds himself cruising down the highway on a sunny afternoon. Riding for what seems like an hour he eventually takes a detour across the windy backroads and towards the southern swampy area. As he slowly rides down a dirt road he stops at a small shack, surrounded by several other choppers and bikes. He hops off his bike, lights a lucky and slowly walks towards the shack making sure he slip on loose stone. He pulls the door open and is greeted by fellow members of his club. "Micky, what a pleasant surprise" Ryan say as he gives him a hug "So, boys. What's the deal with today" Micky says as he takes off his riding glasses and puts on his hippie glasses "Head over to the bayou, pick up the shipment and bring it back here to be buried" The member says "Easy, let's go" Micky says as he turns around. Everybody hops on their bikes and rides to the bayou, an only 5 minute ride from their shack. All stop in unison, hop off. The prospect stays with the bikes as four patch members walk down a steep hill towards a small fishing boat parked along the swamp's edge. The boat has a small tarp on the back, covered with fishing poles, tackle boxes and dead fish. A man clears the debris from the tarp and unravels it exposing 7 medium sized bricks of cocaine. "Just the men I'm looking for" The man says as he nods at the club men. He steps of the boat and approaches the club men. "Great" Ryan walks past the man, opens a switchblade from his pocket, stabs the brick and snorts a small amount. He looks at Micky and nods his head. Micky looks the man dead in the eye. "Barbara.... remember her Jack?" Ryan walks behind the man while putting black leather gloves on, he puts his blade up to his neck slitting his throat. The fellow club members watch together as his body falls to the ground. Micky walks towards Jacks motionless body and steadily moves his head with his boot revealing the other side of his face. Micky looks at Ryan and nods his head confirming his death. Together they roll his body into the muck water. They ride away and leave the cocaine, making it look as a gone wrong drug deal.

Nope, thanks for asking though!

[I have partaken in many RP threads this is not my first. Micky Tohmpson is a patch member of Men Of Mayhem, previous Pres. of Bad Company Rangers. He rides a 70's styled chopper. Dirty white T or black hoodie with with the clubs cut over, black jeans and Dc Martin boots. Always rides with a cigar in his mouth. Looks like the guy in my profile pic. Last threads were petty thievery and many other criminal things] Micky is awoken by a loud thud only to find himself in a graffiti ridden bathroom stall in some unknown bar. "Wake the fuck up!" Micky slouches up a fixes his cut and black hoodie, sporting flames on the sides with "Support your local m.o.m chapter" written on the sleeves. "Ohh fuck off!" Micky yells as he unzips his jeans and completely misses the toilet as he does his business "Jesus" The unknown man returns As Micky finishes he slams open the stall door open and finds himself in a bar on the south side of his town. A Red Spade Whiskey neon sign awakens him, only to realize it's the dead of night. (sorry don't know what time it is in the RP sesh) He open the door and reaches in his pocket to find sweet unfiltered Lucky Strikes. He walks down the street to meet up with is babe. His custom built chopper. He lights his Lucky, puts his glasses on and floors it down the one way city street, his absurdly loud pipes can be heard from many blocks away. He finds himself riding towards the sunset. Micky slowly rides into a small strip mall near the edge on Roseport. He parks his bike, puts on his round hippie glasses and walks inside Native Cigars and Ciggies, owned by Shalik Ma' lud of course. Shalik instantly knows who hes dealing with. "I've got the money right here" He says after taking a look around his cramped smoke shop, making sure no one is near. He hands over a Gurkha cigar box Micky takes a look inside. Six small stacks of 20$ bills. "Five Thousand?' Micky says as he looks Shalik in the eyes "Yep" Shalik replies "Get me one them cigars, cut if for me and light it" Micky exclaims with a stern look on his face Shalik grabs a high priced cigar from the shelf behind him, cuts it and allows Micky to puff while he lights. His hands shake around as if he is scared. Micky rests his cigar in his hand. He turns away without saying a work and puts the box in his saddle bag. He roars off to find himself outside his apartment in downtown.

Sorry, I have yet to decide on who to vote for.

Thanks! Hmm that's a very good idea. I can see much thought has gone into the P.R.P Good luck