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Dark Wolf is an administrator of Chillpoint.

History of Dark_Wolf

When I first came to Chillpoint there weren't a lot of people around and I didn't have binds, so I looked for a good job. For those of you who have been around long enough, you may remember that I was once a formiddable pilot.

Mainly my job would be to take carjackers to the monster truck on the car park roof and then pick them up at the drop off point to do it all again, but occasionally I would also tempt people into paying obscene amounts of cash (prob less than 5k in those days) for me to take them to the jetpack in Area69.

I tried many classes, but always stuck with this one as it was not only the easiest way to make money at the time, but also the safest. Bear in mind this is in a day and age of hardly any admins and a lot of DMing. If it wasn't that it was Jeir buying drugs from me then arresting me or Braintoad constantly raping me whilst I taxied him around (some things never change).

Eventually, the server had an explosion of players and became quite busy and I finally got me some binds. So I handed in my pilot's license and strapped on the blue uniform to take on the CP scum as a SWAT specialist.

I would follow perps in the heli and either assist arrests by blocking criminal cars or pick up lost cops needing a lift. I much preferred to kamikaze through the sky though and dive out to arrest people before they knew what was coming.

After being a cop for quite a while and once arresting more than 50 people in one session, I got an offer I couldn't refuse. LOL no it wasn't the Mafia yet, it was Hans offering me an admin position.

I wasn't sure whether to take it as I wasn't around much in those days, but I was assured it would be fine and so I started to police the server in another way.

There was a time when we used to have 60+ people on the server with over 3/4 DMers and hackers and myself and Hans (in particular) would be in competition to who could kick offenders. Hans with his ultra keyboard always beat me, even when it was someone who had DMed me.

As the server grew, a new era began in Chillpoint - the Gang era.

For a long time before there were occasional gangs, but very small and made up on the spot. This was the time for organised crime, for CP players to team up and tag themselves as one. For the bodyguard and hitman class to become one of the most popular classes that would eventually break the rules and remould them to the gang rules we now know.

One of these gangs quietly popped up, represented professionally (for the first time) by a Consigliere known only as Agent_Funk. Curious and hungering for more power, I made contact and eventually acquired a position into one of the oldest gangs still in CP.

Back then, there were others that ruled this group from afar (another forum. don't believe me? - http://mafia.dark... ), before the name "andresk" was ever spoken (that's another story)

With power corrupting my very soul and my pocket, I burnt my blue uniform and replaced it with a dark grey outfit that looked smart and tough at the same time. I rarely got a chance to ever meet the Godfather as he ruled from his mansion in Liberty City and he had a weak heart (so the rumours said).

At first, I was a mere errand boy doing odd jobs like driving andresk around who was then a Capo. Eventually, the gang grew and grew until we had our own convoy of limousines and 4x4s crusings around Vinewood.

We burnt many a place, tortured many a mortal, but rarely were caught. The police could not withstand our sheer firepower nor our willingness to lay down our lives for the made men.

At some point, the Consigliere was no more, vanished. Perhaps he was kidnapped? Maybe it got too much and he went into hiding? We all feared for the family. The Godfather was getting weaker and having more frequent heart failures that prevented his daily work. Eventually, he would fade into nothing but a memory and a name...that name was SK...

With more gangs spreading around Chillpoint and the family in chaos, our Capo andresk took the helm and trained his men until the army grew. Then came the call...

It was a dark and stormy night that time I met andresk in the secret Mafia cave (or was it MSN?) This time I would get another offer I couldn't refuse (why does this only happen in games?!)

I was promoted to the Consigliere and family advisor. It was time to don the suit and act all important.

There was a time when even the family lawyer would get his hands dirty and personally set fire to Wangs rather than merely ordering it from a high office.

A change came however where the lust for violence was slowly being satisfied and I had to act more responsibly to represent a family already in the public eye as a troublemaker (espec the authorities, curse those boys in blue!).

I would sit with andresk in the back of our limo, and simply watch as our unquestionable orders were carried out from the comfort of our leather seats.

As I delved into the organised and legitimate world more, a new desire grew to shape the Chillpoint community and offer genuine legal services and decent prices. My experience as a lawyer helped me kick start a new organisation... The Firm.

By making the Firm available as an admin RP body, it enabled me to continue my more "organised" work underground and out of the public eye (andresk's PMs self destruct after I read them). I had now moved into the City Planning Department and open my office for work. I now literally lived at the top.

With Hans now on the Board and by our sides, I knew nothing could stop us now...but then came work and real life and this organisation would fall apart to be no more...

A new era of organisations and legimate companies had now arrived where people wanted to provide modded cars and event security rather than drugs and guns. Many of these organisations withered under the gang crime pressure and caved in.

But there would be one organisation that would buy them all (well not ALL ). A new conspiracy had begun...

The Syndicate emerged, a cold and ruthless organisation which bought up and merged smaller gangs to make one large nasty piece of work. Although, clean cut on the outside, within was a deep catacomb of corruption, epic drug deals and disease infection.

And so it came to the point where the Firm, which merged had to die and be born again within this large entity. It would eventually severe my ties with the family I once knew for this Syndicate demanded total loyalty and dedication. So I said my farewells to an old boss and friend, but swore to still offer the same service I once did as an unofficial advisor.

This web of power had grown, the meeting room slowly filled with admins from all the darkest corners and alleys of the map until we had all the power we needed.

So were am I now you ask? The pilot who turned cop, corrupted into a life of crime to eventually be promoted to a Consigliere and create a legal empire as a CEO, and to then become one with the Synidicate??? (yeah that would've been a much shorter way to tell the story, though nowhere near as much fun)

I am still in my office at the top of the world in the darkest room of the highest floor. All the members of the board gather here to plot obscenities that would make Marilyn Manson cry and ferocious man-eating lions to cower in fear. By our side we still have Hans at our side and we look down from up high at the small players in Las Venturas cackling with great evil intensity screaming out...

You will kneel before us...you will discard your beliefs and destroy your religions and only worship one God...you will all bow down and pray to xxx and burn churches to earn his favour and live eternal....let the flames rise from the roofs to the black sky as we chant text form unison....you will give him your very soul...

oh yes...you will....