VeganVlad/Harold O'Wood
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- Location
- The SWEET EARTH
Just a family that somehow keeps multiplying, like feral dogs in the back of a wrecked caravan.
They don’t recruit — people just start sleeping with one of them.
They drink, they laugh, they make love.
They never asked for permission. They didn’t sign anything.
They just claimed a patch of land, slapped a name on it — Ashwood Camp — and called it home.
You won't find titles, paperwork, or zoning approval.
What you will find are burnt-out cars, Bottles of booze, half a fence, and a whole lotta attitude.
They call themselves the O’Woods.
They’re not a gang. Not in the way most understand it.
They don’t wear colours, they wear cowboy hats and neckerchiefs
They don’t take orders, they take offence.
And they don’t follow rules unless they’ve made them, bent them, or buried whoever wrote them because they cannot read that good.
You won’t find a family tree, just a messy circle of arguments, cousins, and strange relationships no one can fully explain.
One of them once said, “We don’t have family ties, we’ve got family knots,” and no one’s been able to put it better since.
When they rolled into Los Santos, they didn’t make a scene — the scene happened around them.
Pharmacies got knocked off.
The drugs got stronger.
Suddenly, pig masks started showing up in CCTV footage, and half the city’s supply of Ergotamine Nitrate went missing.
They are not out to “take over the city.”
They just want to cook in peace, yell at birds, and occasionally rob a chemist without the cops chasing them halfway through Grapeseed.
They not the smartest crew — if you ask them for a plan, you'll get six different answers and one boot thrown at your head.
Half their ideas start with “What if we…” and end with someone on fire or in a ditch.
But they stick together.
Because even if your cousin might also be your stepbrother, you don’t leave family behind.
You don’t find the O’Woods — they find you. Well... unless when they’re already too close.
But at the same time if your buying beer they will be your best friend.
You might hear them before you see them:
the rattle of a beat-up ute, the thump of boots on gravel, someone arguing about who slept with who's own sister
If you're lucky, it's a three day drug binge
If you aint, Well just give us a smile, a tab of LSD and a joke and you might just not find out.
People love to ask where they came from.
Truth is, they’ve always been around — in the smoke, the noise, the bush.
They’re the fire that didn’t go out.
The bad idea that somehow worked.
The joke that shouldn’t be funny — but bloody is.
They are the O’Woods.
Don’t ask how many.
Don’t ask who’s in charge.
Don’t ask who’s related to who.
People say they are violent.
Their not.
They are reactive.
MOST OF THE TIME THEY WILL BE THE MOST PLEASENT PEOPLE YOU HAVE MET.
MOST OF THE TIME
We’re not here to be the best.
We’re here to be the most memorable mistake you ever interact with.
GOOD OR BAD
And that’s the O’Wood promise.
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Visit us at
OWoods.Farm
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