Dear Admins,
I was blacklisted by Adham Pluxury 2.5 years ago.
I know I made mistakes. I apologize for any rule violations. I spent two years on this project and still want to be a part of it.
I want it to be unlocked. I miss playing with my friends and having fun on Grand Prix. Please unlock it. If you do, I promise I'll be respectful. Thank you, Grand Prix.
As I stare absently at the computer screen, my hand involuntarily rests on the keyboard. That familiar "Grand RP" logo on the launcher icon... I can't click it. I know if I did, I'd return to that magical world. But right now, I'm just savoring it, savoring those memories.
I close my eyes, and the chaotic, noisy streets of Los Santos come to mind. I miss the novice I was when I first joined that server. I had no money, and my first job was hauling cargo in that old, beat-up truck. Those hours of tiring work... The roads would whizz past me, struggling to earn money while simultaneously listening to those familiar Los Santos tunes blaring from the radio. I miss that tension between gangs. How my heart would race when I accidentally entered the red zone. Those dark streets echoing with the echoes of gunfire, but also those hours of gathering in the gang house, those strategy meetings that lasted for hours, those moments when we made plans as if our lives depended on it. I miss those epic chases with the police. The sirens behind me and the angry announcements on the radio. Sometimes I'd leap off steep slopes like a tactical genius, managing to hide my tracks, and other times I'd curse while cornered and handcuffed. Every capture meant a new joke to tell the next day.
Now this longing is a sweet ache inside me. Grand RP wasn't just a game. It was a different life. We had our own rules, our own friends, our own enemies. I became a millionaire there, served time in prison, made friends, and was betrayed.
I was blacklisted by Adham Pluxury 2.5 years ago.
I know I made mistakes. I apologize for any rule violations. I spent two years on this project and still want to be a part of it.
I want it to be unlocked. I miss playing with my friends and having fun on Grand Prix. Please unlock it. If you do, I promise I'll be respectful. Thank you, Grand Prix.
As I stare absently at the computer screen, my hand involuntarily rests on the keyboard. That familiar "Grand RP" logo on the launcher icon... I can't click it. I know if I did, I'd return to that magical world. But right now, I'm just savoring it, savoring those memories.
I close my eyes, and the chaotic, noisy streets of Los Santos come to mind. I miss the novice I was when I first joined that server. I had no money, and my first job was hauling cargo in that old, beat-up truck. Those hours of tiring work... The roads would whizz past me, struggling to earn money while simultaneously listening to those familiar Los Santos tunes blaring from the radio. I miss that tension between gangs. How my heart would race when I accidentally entered the red zone. Those dark streets echoing with the echoes of gunfire, but also those hours of gathering in the gang house, those strategy meetings that lasted for hours, those moments when we made plans as if our lives depended on it. I miss those epic chases with the police. The sirens behind me and the angry announcements on the radio. Sometimes I'd leap off steep slopes like a tactical genius, managing to hide my tracks, and other times I'd curse while cornered and handcuffed. Every capture meant a new joke to tell the next day.
Now this longing is a sweet ache inside me. Grand RP wasn't just a game. It was a different life. We had our own rules, our own friends, our own enemies. I became a millionaire there, served time in prison, made friends, and was betrayed.
