Derek “Stomper” Harlon | Wood's Paradise

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SAN ANDREAS WOODPILE

"White men are brothers. Blood in, blood out. 14/88. For the Woodpile."

DEREK "STOMPER" HARLON

Age: 37 (born 15/JUN/1989)
Born: Red County, San Andreas
Released: 2026 after 15 years in San Andreas Penitentiary,
Markings: Shamrock tattoo (upper arm, prison ink – Woods allegiance)

Background Story

Derek Harlon was born in 1989 in Red County San Andreas,  Tourist boardwalk in front, trailer parks and cheap apartments behind—families scraping by, survival struggles daily. Dysfunctional home; disagreements settled with fists and worse. Late teens running with loose white street crews in beaches, trailer parks, city outskirts. Not organized gangs yet—just fellows holding turf with boots and whatever they could grab.

In 2009 he earned "Stomper" at a beach party fight. Beat a rival down and stomped his head until others dragged him off. Name spread fast.

In 2011, age 22, a revenge beef between crews escalated fatal. Manslaughter + aggravated assault—sentenced to 15 years, shipped to the Pen up north.

2010s San Andreas Pen was violent as hell. Racial lines strict, lockdowns common, yard fights over nothing. Homemade shanks from guitar strings, melted plastic handles, sharpened metal. Derek aligned with the Woods—the boozing, rowdy white convicts banding together to survive. Earned respect on the yard through fights and loyalty.

Got the shamrock tattoo in a cell: guitar-string needle, soot ink, cassette motor. Burned deep—permanent marker of allegiance to the white crews. No taking it off.

Late 2010s met Krazy Kid Kenny—younger, unpredictable, reckless streak, but faithful. Yard conflict nearly turned deadly; Derek stepped in to back Kenny when he was alone. From then on they were tight: sharing lockdowns, supporting in fights, talking through bars about life outside. Trust rare in prison; Kenny never sold out. They made a pact: when Derek paroled, they'd stay together on the streets.

Released 2026 at 37—hardened, tatted, no family left. Returned to Red County with Kenny. Built San Andreas Woodpile: neo-Nazi Peckerwood pride with brains and organization. Guns, product, chop shops, bar/garage fronts, desert for whistleblowers. Red County is ours—vast, empty, perfect for the real work.

White men are brothers. Southerners nod, Paisas allies when needed. Enemies are ghosts unless they cross lines. Unity or death.

For the cause, brothers.

THE WOODPILE

• Red County is whiteboy territory
• Loyalty is everything. Snitches get stitches... or worse.
• Learn out ICLY

"If you disrespect one of ours, it reflects on all of us. Handle it or we handle you."

WOODPILE – BLOOD IN, BLOOD OUT

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DEREK ''STOMPER'' HARLON

THE START

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PART 4:

14 WORDS. MY BROTHERS KEEPER.

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DEREK ''STOMPER'' HARLON

THE ELEGY IS GONE!

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DEREK ''STOMPER'' HARLON

STEAMY DAY WITH THE DOZER

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DEREK ''STOMPER'' HARLON

CLEANING UP THE HIGHWAY STREETS

PART 1: THE INTAKE CALL

PART 2: ARRIVAL AND POSITIONING

PART 3: HOOKING UP THE WINCH

PART 4: SECURED ON THE FLATBED

PART 5: HAULING THROUGH EAST LOS SANTOS

PART 6: CHOP SHOP LOCKDOWN & LIFT INTAKE

14 WORDS. MY BROTHERS KEEPER.

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