 | Rolled 59 (1d100) |
>Name: Gangster Desciples
>Race(s): All Who can survive joining
>Setting/Location: Northern Illinois, Southern Wisconsin, Eastern Iowa, Northern Indiana, and Southern Michigan
>Fluff: Word Son, dis da history of da click, get it? We was all chillin, sellin our dope, hangin out 'n shit. Den dis one nigga got in charge 'n shit, started talkin 'bout how we own Chi Town 'n shit. So we started goin to war 'n shit. They sent in more cops, so we killed more cops, ya dig? Eventually, they even sent the military 'n shit. We kept on doin our thang and ended up winnin the war 'n shit. Now we got our own nation, a nation of GD thugs ready to get down for anything sohn.
>Why is your nation badass?: Yo nigga, you qestionin us? You tryin to make us prove ourselves 'n shit? We'll send an army after yo ass nigga, you better watch yo self with all this dissin nigga.
Touch and your nation explodes
>Population: 4999
>Military might: Gangsta
>Economic stability: Smoke Weed e'ryday
>Badass rating: Snoop dogg might join/100
>Bonus: [The disciples] All those bitch ass niggas out there act like you scary, but once dey join da clique they become bro's for life. And bet believe them haters in the govt be sendin agents n shit!
>Location
Yo, dawg, that's fucked up. It's time to step up recruitin 'n shit. We gotta pour a little out for Bobby, and then get to it.
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