The Lost Motorcycle Club Los Santos

Almighty Forgives, Lost Dont

### Founder(s)

Franklin Yunarso, Lereenshawdesip, Triniti Mafiozo, Bobon Guerra, Alexander Romanov, and Ahmed Negan

## Affiliations

### Enemies

No one can be our challengers 'cause we ride at the peak.

## Patched Members

### Inactive Member(s)

Alexander Romanov, Lereen Shawndesheep, Tupec Jeder, Uchil Maxwel, Jose Vialblue

## Prospects

### Inactive Prospect(s)

Tommy Topson, Marlon Rasunda, Aan Spirit, Kex Leonardo, Dayvon Lastmorningstarr

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**The Lost Motorcycle Club Los Santos**, commonly referred to as **LOST MC**, is a distinctive biker club with a strong presence in the vibrant streets of Los Santos.

## **General Information**

In the roaring midst of the asphalt symphony, the Lost MC was born from the spirit of six defiant souls who'd lost their path. Names like Lereenshawdesip, Triniti Mafiozo, Bobon Guerra, Alexander Romanov, and Ahmed Negan intertwined their fates. Together, they rode the winds of fate, seeking a new destiny amidst the chaos. With a wild fire burning in their hearts, they rode together, like rebels on a mission. Each carried the scars of battles fought with the PMC, their past burdens etched deep. Yet, Franklin's heart yearned for the open road, the biker life calling out to his very soul.

But, oh, how the tide turns. Within the ranks of the AOD MC, Franklin felt the clash of cultures. Amidst the search for identity, they stumbled upon the perfect moniker - 'Lost'. A name that echoed with meaning, paying homage to their roots and existence, a symbol of untamed spirit guiding their way.

The tale of the Lost MC echoes throughout the streets of Los Santos. A club that almost shook the very foundations of the city, its members facing deportation and lifelong sentences. And when Franklin pieced together the fragments of Jim Thorpe's journal in the AOD clubhouse, secrets nearly forgotten saw the light of day.

Thorpe's notes became the early guide, steering their path like stars in the night sky. Today's Lost MC, while different, carries the spirit of its pioneers, weaving a new narrative. United by culture and vision, they remember The Lost that once was, a tribute to the legacy they uphold.

Their story is the harmony of past and present, flowing like the wind on the asphalt. Lost MC isn't just a name; it's a symbol of enduring spirit, forever evolving. As they navigate the winding road, they are a continuation of the pioneers who paved the way for freedom on the roads of Los Santos.

##### **Looks**

Patched brothers are often spotted rockin' their cut vests, showing where they belong in the pack.

## Clubhouse & Territory

Nestled along the vibrant Eclipse Boulevard, in the beating heart of the urban jungle, **The Lost Motorcycle Club Los Santos** proudly claims Tequi-la-la as its fortress of brotherhood. Here, the clubhouse stands tall, a gritty haven where the symphony of roaring bikes blends seamlessly with the city's rhythmic pulse.

Within the robust walls of Tequi-la-la, our stronghold emanates the true spirit of biker camaraderie. It's more than a physical space; it's a sanctuary where the echoes of countless road tales resonate. Our turf extends beyond the concrete confines, embracing the wild chaos of the open road that we've etched with our signature style.

In the neon-lit embrace of the city's rhythm, **The LOST MC Los Santos** clubhouse thrives. This isn't merely a location; it's a testament to our unbreakable bond. Gears turn, grease stains, and good times unfold within these walls. From here, we ride united, breaking barriers, and leaving an indelible mark on the expansive canvas of the open road. Welcome to the heart of our rebellion.

## Patches

The one who roars loudest, leading us through the asphalt jungle, carving the path for our pack with the wind at our backs.

The loyal shadow by the leader's side, ready to ride into any storm to protect our brotherhood and keep our engines revving.

The guardian of our armory, ensuring our arsenal is primed and ready, ready to protect our pack from any storm that may come our way.

The organizer signifies the meticulous record-keeper and organizer of our club, ensuring our history and operations are well-documented and preserved.

The front rider, guiding us through the twists and turns of the road and life, keeping our formation tight and our spirit unbreakable.

The keeper of our coffers, the guardian of our gold, ensuring the throttle of our dreams never loses power, sustaining the fire that fuels our rebellion.

The navigator in the midst of chaos, orchestrating strategic maneuvers and ensuring our pack moves as one powerful unit, steering us through the unknown with grit and determination.

The disciplined enforcer, upholding our brotherhood's code with authority and wisdom, steering the pack through the challenges of our rebellious journey.

The watchful eye at the rear, safeguarding our six, ensuring no threat goes unnoticed, and leaving no brother behind in the turbulent winds of the open road.

The backbone of our brotherhood, embodying the spirit of freedom and rebellion, riding shoulder to shoulder with the pack, and contributing to the pulse that beats within our club.

The eager apprentice, proving loyalty and dedication, ready to earn their patch, willing to face any challenge thrown their way to prove their worthiness to ride alongside us.

The curious soul at the fringe, exploring the edges of our world, absorbing the rumble of our bikes and the essence of our brotherhood, with the potential to embrace the full throttle lifestyle of The Lost Motorcycle Club.

The roaring voice that echoes across all chapters, steering The Lost Motorcycle Club's course with unwavering authority through the asphalt jungles.

The sage counsel, a guiding force behind the scenes, offering wisdom and experience to nurture the growth of our brotherhood, weaving the threads of our history and values into The Lost Motorcycle Club's journey.

## The Motorcycle Club Clash Chronicles

The first issue between LMC and AOD revolved around differing ideologies of each MC, particularly about their club identity. There was a problem concerning the LMC vest that was stolen by Franklin from our club house, and also the presence of another MC residing in Los Santos.

In our first accidental encounter, the debate over each MC's ideology began. It was during this time that the clash between us escalated, primarily due to the language and tone used by the LMC members, which was too abrasive for AOD. Unfortunately, Lost MC was dealt a heavy blow when AOD attacked, leading to the destruction of our club.

With the intention of resolving the differences in a respectful manner, Lost MC approached AOD for a civil conversation, perhaps misunderstanding the contrasting club cultures. However, during this interaction, Lost MC was met with hostility once again from AOD, leading to yet another confrontation.

Amidst these conflicts, Lost MC maintained a commitment to ethical conduct. We proposed initiating discussions for future meetings, with a clear stipulation that no weapons be brought or fired during club meets. AOD reciprocated, agreeing to this measure, thus providing a platform for more peaceful interactions moving forward.

In summary, the early interactions between Lost MC and AOD were marked by misunderstandings rooted in differing club identities. Despite attempts to resolve these differences amicably, clashes persisted. However, both clubs eventually agreed to a no-weapon policy during meetings, promoting a more constructive dialogue and hopefully fostering better relations.

## Banned from East Custom Garage

It was a day like any other, as the notorious Lost Motorcycle Club rolled up to East Custom Garage to tweak their hogs. As the mechanics revved their engines, something caught their eye - One of the mechanic belonging to East Custom Garage pulled a trigger and shot Lost Motorcycle Club President, Monarko.

The club was livid as they witnessed their beloved Monarko crumple on the ground. As the other members of The Lost Motorcycle Club charged towards the culprits, they knew that retaliation was only a matter of time. Soon enough, East Custom Garage banned The Lost Motorcycle Club from entering their garage.

It was a tough pill to swallow as the bikers knew that they lost access to the best garage in the city, customized explicitly for their rides. But The Lost Motorcycle Club is not one to walk away from a challenge. They decided to inflict some pain of their own by taking over East Custom Garage, imprisoning all the mechanics, and making them work on their motorcycles.

The mechanics knew that they didn't have much of a choice, and the threat of violence was too eminent to ignore. The bikers watched as the mechanics toiled away, working with precision to fix their hogs. With their eyes peeled and fingers moving at lightning speed, the mechanics knew that one small mistake could cost them their lives.

The days passed, and they kept working on the bikes until they were seamlessly customized better than before. Eventually, the bikers left with their motorcycles in tow, knowing that they had seen the power of The Lost Motorcycle Club. For the club, it was yet another display of their prowess, proving that anyone crossing the club would face fatal consequences because *Almighty Forgives, LOST Don't.*

As they rode off on their newly refurbished bikes, the members of The Lost Motorcycle Club knew that this would be a tale they would recount over the years.

## Rakeem Crawford Escort

The story begins with escalating tensions between The Lost MC and DSR over territory issues. The conflict intensifies as The Lost MC burns DSR's hood near Alexandria and, in retaliation, DSR burns Tequi-La-La, forcing The Lost MC Los Santos to relocate to Blaine County.

Retaliation continues with drive-bys between the two groups, leading Monarko, the president of The Lost MC Los Santos, to appoint Hogan as the leader to respond to DSR's actions. Hogan orchestrates the kidnapping of five DSR members, including OG Ming and Keem. Despite a prior agreement to release them unharmed, Hogan orders OG Ming to jump off a dam in Mirror Park. However, Hogan breaks the deal and shoots DSR members, leaving Keem behind.

OG Ming later contacts Monarko, initiating negotiations about Hogan's actions. Two meetings between The Lost MC and DSR are held at Sandy Shores Airfield, leading to the decision to hand Hogan over to DSR. Hogan faces execution near Great Ocean Highway, witnessed by Deci, a female Lost MC prospect.

The case goes to trial, led by Detective Justin Robert, resulting in OG Ming being sentenced to 2000 months and OG Keem receiving a death penalty by lethal injection. Deci is tortured by Ming and Keem but refuses to withdraw her testimony. Duck, the Sgt. At Arms of Lost MC, unintentionally becomes a second witness by providing information about Deci's torture.

During the trial, Duck is expelled from Lost MC, causing tensions. Deci is kidnapped and tortured again by Ming and Keem, leading to an increased number of witnesses. Despite negotiations to drop charges, Ming and Keem face trial for First Degree Murder.

Deci's trauma intensifies, leading to therapy. The trial proceeds with Duck revealing incriminating details. Lost MC tries to negotiate, but the charges remain. Before the trial, Deci is abducted once more by Ming and Keem.

During the trial, all Lost MC members leave as Vice President Koko Ryn expels Duck due to his collaboration with the police. Ming receives a 2000-month sentence, and Keem is sentenced to death. Duck returns seeking reentry but is given a challenge by Monarko - to save Keem from execution.

On the day of Keem's execution, Duck seeks Koko Ryn's help to act as an undercover executioner, secretly injecting Keem with a non-lethal dose. Duck orchestrates a body swap, leading to Ming's fake death and Keem's concealment in the Lost MC clubhouse.

Afterward, Duck is challenged to prove loyalty by Monarko, and Lost MC grants him a second chance. Keem is kept hidden, causing tensions. Monarko negotiates with OG Ming, withholding information about Keem's survival.

Rakeem Crawford continues to live with a new identity, and DSR remains indebted to Lost MC for saving OG Keem.

## Eagle's Pill Season

The Lost Motorcycle Club had been in a bit of a slump lately. They were looking for a new way to make money, when one of their High Command came up with an idea. He had heard that a certain type of eagle's pill was in high demand on the streets of Los Santos.

The eagle's pill, which was thought to give the user incredible strength and focus, was a rare and expensive drug that few people had access to. The Lost MC saw an opportunity to enter this lucrative market and decided to embark on a mission to collect as many eagle's pills as they could.

The first challenge was finding someone who could supply them with the pills. After some research, they were able to make contact with a group of drug dealers who had a steady supply of eagle's pills from Omaha, Nebraska. The Lost MC made a deal with them to import a large quantity of pills at a discounted rate.

Next, they had to figure out how to distribute the pills. They decided to sell them to the various gangs and criminal organizations in the city, who were always on the lookout for new and powerful drugs to sell.

They were able to make a lot of money and establish themselves as a player in the city's drug scene. However, they soon realized that the pills were having unintended consequences on the people who were taking them.

People who used the eagle's pill became addicted and aggressive, and some even suffered from physical and mental health issues.

**THE STORY STILL ON GOING**