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Forum » The Mercanti Family Network » The Yard
Joined: 1st Feb 2014
Rank: Don
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21st Feb 2014

Get some Exercise or network with other Criminals.. your choice:

Choose 1 of these actions for each Day you are in Prison:

1: Benchpress
2: Basketball
3: Networking with Crims

You may get an unexpected Result if you keep at it.


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I type fast, and i type a lot of words per day. So my spelling of words like 'You', will often be incorrect.

Joined: 18th Feb 2014
Rank: Honoured Mercanti
Likes 259
22nd Feb 2014

It's my second day on the inside. After hangin out in the yard yesterday with a Balla named Jerome, i decide to hit the weights today. While im hittin the bench press, an older balla walks up to me and says "One of your boys is in here, Treva." Takes me a second but then I remember hearing something about Trevor takin the fall for some business.

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll have to track him down." The older Balla stands silently for a second then says "You talkin to that Jerome Punk?". "Maybe, why do you give a fuck?" I say, posturing up. "That little fuck's settin you up, Every Balla in San Andreas knows your boy Glarke got promoted to a Mademan and he's pissed off a lot of Ballas. If you know whats best you'll stay the fuck away from that shit."

"If Ballas are settin up Mercanti's why in gods name should i listen to a fucking word your sayin old man?" I say gettin right in his face.

"Cause i ain't no fuckin Balla. 30 Years ago when I was just a kid I took the fall for some Balla business. Got told they'd take care of me, I'd only be in here for a little bit. Well wasn't that a fuckin load of horse shit. Now when Balla's come in here they are told to find me, told I'll help em out. Jerome told me the plan. Set up a deal by talkin to you and Trevor in here, then when your boy Glarke goes to do it, he gets gatted. They don't know I fuckin hate every one of them. If you know whats good you and your boys, you'll kill any Balla you see."

"......thanks, i Gotta find trevor and get the word out, you ever need anything you let me know. The Mercanti's take care of those who help us."


Last Edit: 22nd Feb 2014 by Roberto 'Eagle' Aquila X3
Joined: 18th Feb 2014
Rank: Honoured Mercanti
Likes 259
23rd Feb 2014

*Sitting in the yard on a bench, i take out my worn journal and a pencil, and begin to write my final thoughts on my final full day in prison. My mind is over run with emotion. *

Entering my final 24 hours in Prison, I'm not sure how to feel. I have new brothers on the outside I get to work with. Men who will look to my to lead them. I feel slightly out of touch. However my time with Trev and Pranmar in the yard was a positive, and at the very least I know this family is destined for greatness. Joey and Smoke appear to very trust worthy, I feel with their help I can lead these men any where. 

The Don has shown great trust in me, trust I don't even know that I have earned. All I want is to be a made man, to show the world what I can do, to show me doubters, and  because I know I can bring greatness to this family and earn their trust and love. They are my Brothers, though our blood is not shared, the blood we have spilt together bonds us stronger than I ever could have imagined. 

I will leave here tomorrow, and there will have work to be done. And it will be done. My anxiety is that of someone who knows they are destined for more than what they have. Someone who is ready. Tomorrow, I will be ready.

RESPECT. INITIATIVE. TEAMWORK.

Having purged my soul, and clearing my mind, I am ready to embrace my release. I stand and leave the bench, and walk over to the nearest trash can. I pull out a cigarette that the boys smuggled in and light it. I take a deep breath of the smoke and let it fill my lungs. I feel it hit my blood stream, I feel powerful. I then take my lighter to my journal and it ignites. The old paper burns with a yellow hue. I stare at it, I watch it burn. I breath in the smoke, knowing that the words on the paper are not just words, but my destiny. Confidence surges through me, as i drop the burning book into the trash can.

As I walk away the old Balla walks up to me, quiet and stoic we lock eyes for a moment.

- "Well fuck, I aint ever seen a Son of Bitch ever pull out some Vinewood Movie bullshit like that in the Yard. Pretty sure have the mother fuckers in here just shit themselves watchin that shit. You gettin ready to extend your sentence?"

"Aha. No. What's the sayin, Prison changes a man. The wind blows in my favour starting tomorrow my friend. Just needed to clear my mind."

I take a moment to think.

"I will miss you, you old son of a bitch" I say with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile.
"You've been a good friend to the family, and if ever wish to change colours or call in a favour I'll turn over all of San Andreas to help you."

"Do one thing for me on the outside in that case. Find one Balla on Grove St, and slit his neck for me. Anyone. That's all I would do on the outside. Do that for me and I can die happy."

"It's done. Yard Time is almost over. I'm gonna get some Reps in on the weights before we had back to our Cells. Thanks again."

"Enjoy that walk inside young man, its the last time you'll ever do it....hopefully."

And with a slight nod of the head, I turn and walk to the weights. This will be the last time I lift them before my release. How sweet it is. 


Last Edit: 23rd Feb 2014 by Roberto 'Eagle' Aquila X3
Joined: 18th Feb 2014
Rank: Honoured Mercanti
Likes 259
15th Mar 2014

Today i spend my time on the yard workin the weights, talkin with some white collar criminals. Then play some ball with some Vagos. Heard some mention of looking for a meth hookup but thats it.


Joined: 14th Jul 2014
Rank: Muscle
Likes 56
6th Aug 2014

First night here I hope that letter made it to the club ok. Thank God I have a crafty lawyer. Layin in my bunk getting ready for whats in a happen tomorrow. There a larger amount of vagos in here and there not my best friends right now. My cell mate is a GSF so maybe I can stick with him until this shit settles. It's either gonna end with me getting out of here, the vagos killing me or the family silencing me since I'm in here. Just precautions I guess ha. Well I guess I'm just sitting here waitin.....*doors lock, lights go out*


Kill them with success and bury them with a smile.

Do not fear death for when you accept death and welcome it with open arms you realize the true meaning of living. Kendall Roberts

Last Edit: 7th Aug 2014 by Cain McGrath p4(Kenny Roberts)
Joined: 14th Jul 2014
Rank: Muscle
Likes 56
6th Aug 2014

Next day........ In the yard a group of vagos keep string me down from a distance. I've got a couple of thugs offering me protection as long as I can get a favor done for then when I get out. The next few days I need this job done or I'm done


Kill them with success and bury them with a smile.

Do not fear death for when you accept death and welcome it with open arms you realize the true meaning of living. Kendall Roberts

Last Edit: 7th Aug 2014 by Cain McGrath p4(Kenny Roberts)
Joined: 14th Jul 2014
Rank: Muscle
Likes 56
7th Aug 2014

Had a couple vagos try and jump me today I just my newly enlisted help grove street family thugs worked pretty nice but I'm not sure how much longer there gonna be willing to save my ass. Beside I got a couple of favors to make good on when I get out if I get out, too alot of people for now I'm sitting on my bunk waiting in this hot ass cell.


Kill them with success and bury them with a smile.

Do not fear death for when you accept death and welcome it with open arms you realize the true meaning of living. Kendall Roberts

Joined: 31st Mar 2015
Rank: Earner
Likes 34
23rd Aug 2015

I speed my day trying to network in the yard try and find out exactly this D guys real name was 


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Joined: 3rd Jun 2015
Rank: Mademan
Likes 373
6th Apr 2016

*Enters the yard with Quazi and Bubba. We make our way to the exercise area The inmates occupying that area look at us and laugh. I smile. Q and Bubba walk up to them.* Mister Farlo would like to use the bench press. Is there a problem? *The inmate that seems to be in charge replies* Yes there is. No white boys allowed. *Bubba grabs him by the throat and nearly crushes it. Q begins speaking.* My friend here Bubba can kill this man right now. Now I'll ask again. Mister Farlo would like to use the bench press. Is there a problem. *The inmates shake their heads no and back off. Bubba drops the "leader" and he gets helped up by the others. I walk over tithe bench press and begin doing reps while Bubba and Q watch over.*


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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

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