WolfGang

WolfGang

In the beginning, there was the Mirror Park Reds. It was chaotic. It was a means to an end. Scrapping together a living at the the heels of lesser men. That's what Los Santos had always been for Wolf Haley, surviving at any means necessary. It was a panicked and messy existence; one where none but himself could be relied upon. It was lonely. Thinking back, those times were simpler but not to be longed after. Then came the loose association with a handful of cloaked figures. A confusing, but, delightful time to be sure. Many lifelong friendships were wrought during that time. Those would be the moments which laid the building blocks to what would eventually become Wolf Gang. It was shortly after the well broken in robes were thrown to the wayside, that Wolf's cousins Big Pimpin' Willy and Jamal made their appearance on San Andreas' main stage. Robberies where doors were demanded to be held open for the Great Pimp. Numerous stores knocked over just for the thrill of a gun fight with officers. Money meant nothing as long as they could make one another laugh. At that point they were begrudgingly known as only “The Haleys'”. The cousins reveled in being despised by members of PD and the DOJ alike. A casual move to the Vespucci Canal area cemented the Haley's first known territory. However, as Wolf, William and Jamal garnered higher levels of infamy-so did their friends increase. They needed a bigger space to roam, preferably one not so close to the borders of Triad territory. After selling their properties off in Vespucci to a certain chief of police, they moved to the skate park under the overpass near Sinner Street. Right under the noses of Los Santos' finest. It was then they really started to thrive, taking on the moniker 'Wolf Gang' for the first time. They started to be known. Known for more than just a good laugh, but, for the cruelty they could enact at the drop of a hat. Swift and exacting were the guns of Wolf Gang. “Cop killers.” The streets whispered with delight. “Degenerates.” The DOJ spat behind the safety of their closed doors. “Code-Red!” PD would scream, red-faced, over their radios. But none of that mattered because the laughter was still in abundance. A lot could be said for the laughter and love in those days, but, such things are oft too painful and too fresh to reflect on. They thrived for a while in the skate park, uncaring of who knew where they were located. Then, like most things, the LSPD fucked shit up. They were going to move the troopers headquarters onto the same block. So they prepared to move again, this time deciding to shirk off the chains and expectations of South Side life. They were better than that. They could do better. Wolf Gang moved to the Rockford Hills area by Life Invader, renting the apartments there-essentially carving a compound just outside the hubbub of the city proper. This was the first time the laughter faded. The first time harsh words were exchanged. Squabbles were had and a temporary parting occurred.

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Willy “Big Pimpin'” Haley stepped up to the plate, along with Brooke Baine . They made it work, they persevered. They went for a democratic approach, they would both share the title of OG. Working in tandem to bring the gang back to its former glory. They would listen to their members, to their concerns. Every voice was heard. They were a strong partnership that kept the gang afloat. That kept the honor of Wolf Gang alive. It was a bitter few months, gun fights all too common between the fractured group in the beginning. Differences were put aside and there was peace and laughter once more. This lasted an all too short amount of time. The gang found it had some untrustworthy members within its ranks.  Derision was rife within Wolf Gang, in-fighting and petty jabs replaced the laughter. Venom spat from a frothing mouth of a desperate soul that was at the end of his rope. He had been grasping at the fraying edges of the gang for the last three months, and he couldn't take it any longer. Loneliness amongst the smiles is what drove him to say what he did. God forgive him. Haley blood was spilled that night. Wasn't the first time, and wouldn't be the last. Wolf Gang still exists yet. They are shaken, but strong. Willing to face whatever adversity comes next. One of the OG's may have left, but, another stayed strong. Brooke Baine. Her hand making the decisive casts. Her shoulders broad, carrying the burden of leadership. To take back the resources they controlled previously and to claim the respect and fear due the group.

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