Guerilla MOB (GMOB)

Guerilla MOB



Isaiah King looked down to the grave and stared at it. He grabbed the purple flag from his back pocket, folded it in a triangle, and layed it down in front of the grave onto the dirt. It's been years since the death of our leader, and since then, it's been downhill for the GMOB clique. Everyone is either dead, locked up for life, or gone missing. All that was left for now was Isaiah. Only person to live on the GMOB name. He walked back to his Tahoma and hopped in, driving off back to West Loshore Projects. He stared at the apartments and just shook his head in disbelief. All gone... nothing left. He could not live in Las Venturas anymore. He packed up everything he could from his house and business, and left to Las Venturas.

He grabbed his cellphone and called up an old connect that lived there.
"Ey, Lamont."
"What goin' on, King?", blared through the phone.
"Think you can meet up wit' me aroun' the bank?"
"Yeah, hold up! Let me get a ride there."
Isaiah hung up and headed on over to the bank. Twenty minutes passed, and a cab pulled up to the bank. Lamont got out and met up with Isaiah.
"How you been, son?", asked Lamont.
"Been betta'...", replied Isaiah softly.
"Look, ain't no worries. I'll help ya' out. I know how shit is ova' there..."
Lamont got in the Tahoma with Isaiah and gave him the directions to his house.
"Damn, you live here?", asked Isaiah.
"Yeah, son. You gon' talk shit or what?", Lamont giving a mean face.
"Nah... this good."
They got out of the vehicle and headed toward to Lamont's house. He opened the door and both walked in.
"Welcome to da house , Isaiah. This yo' new Park, boy!"
They both sat down and began catching up.
"How's shit been here?", asked Isaiah.
"Gettin' bad, son. My boys been gettin' killed here. A drug war happenin' bad ova' here..." as he shakes his head to the ground.
"Look, I been through this back in Las Venturas. Ain't no thing for me, son. I'll help ya' out since you watchin' my back, too."
"So what up? GMOB comin' back up or what?", asked Lamont.
Isaiah grabbed his purple bandana from his back pockets, pulled it out, and hands it over to Lamont.
"What'cha think?"
Lamont grabs the flag from Isaiah and ties it around his head, knotting it down. He shook Isaiah's hand and nodded.
"Looks like it ain't dyin' with yo' ol' boy."

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These are the colors that the GMOB gang is represented by. Keep it true.


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This is the roster of the GMOB gang. These are the men that represent the true colors.


Head boss of the gang
Isaiah King


The second boss in the gang, keeping everyone in check.


The bottom bitch who's responsible to keep the others in check.


Fully ragged soldier who's down with the gang.


The little fuck boys who need to prove themselves.

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