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Posted 13 June 2009 - 03:57 AM

QUOTE (Jam And Butter @ Jun 13 2009, 06:41)
Aragond, how the HELL do you figure these things out??

Ultimately, by counting. How else? cool.gif But thanks for noticing. smile.gif

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 08:53 AM Edited by ScratchCard, 03 October 2009 - 01:17 PM.

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 01:08 PM

QUOTE (ScratchCard @ Jun 13 2009, 09:53)
Albanian Mob - Deli Grocery Tobacco Shop

Chapter 1 - Have I teached taught you nothing?

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 01:27 PM

Omg, I shoulda known that... blush.gif

Fixed.

Picked a new title btw, not satisfied with the other.

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 05:58 PM

QUOTE (Masterkraft @ Jun 13 2009, 23:08)
QUOTE (ScratchCard @ Jun 13 2009, 09:53)
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Chapter 1 - Have I teached taught you nothing?

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 06:02 PM

I would like to switch to North Holland Hustlers in Playboy X's apartment.

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 09:06 PM

Can I purchase the sniper rifle please

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11. 3Dead Kings

The Commission members had not lost one of the own for nearly twenty years then in a single day the godfathers started dropping like flies. First Jimmy ‘The Peg’ Pegorino, the Guernsey godfather of the small Mafia outfit based in Alderney. He was assassinated by the same freelance hit man that took out Mikhail Faustin, Niko Belic. A Serbian gangster with ties to criminal organisations all over Liberty City. He is rumoured to have been behind hundreds of high profile hits in the few months he has been in the country.

A few days later Jon Gravelli (the king of the volcano) died peacefully in his hospital bed; leaving behind him a power vacuum at the top of the largest Liberty City borgata. Salvatore ‘Sammy’ Bottino and Rosario ‘Roy’ Zito are both being touted as his logical successors, but they will face competition from Sonny Cangelosi’s sons: Dominic and Joseph, both influential capos capable of mustering up strong support.

We were hoping to make it a hat trick with the slaying of our godmother, Mary Valvona, but so far her cautious nature had kept her safe. She was deeply suspicious of everybody, even her own underlings, with only a few trusted lieutenants having access to her. Amongst those she trusted was Joe Corrola; he had used his influence to talk up the significance of the dispute between Marko Cucinotta and Vincent Manotti. He managed to convince her that the situation warranted her making the ruling herself. Completely taken in by Joe, she even agreed to him hosting the sit down at his club, The Linen Lounge, in North Holland. A regular mob hangout for all the five families it has lavish interior and a secluded VIP area (VIP being a euphemism for wise guy).

The sit down was scheduled for two o’clock so I met Vincent Manotti at one. We bunkered down in the VIP section and waited; Vincent nervously tapped on a cigarette packet, leaning forward and smiling I told him, “Don’t worry I kill mob bosses all the time!”.
“Ha ha funny Vinny. I tell you though, situation like this, you better hope the gun goes off; my brother only ever used revolvers cos they never jam.”
“Forget about it; Glocks don’t jam either! You think the cops would use a gun that jams, c’mon think about it.”
“Yeah but fire power; nothing beats .357 magnum, you know what I’m saying.”
“Those things weigh a ton; your strapped all day, forget about it. The Glock19 has half the parts of a regular handgun, there really light; here feel mine.”
“Put it away! I got one, I know what they feel like.”
“You carry a Glock! Marron; what are we talking about here, I thought you carried a revolver.”
“I was just saying, you better hope the gun goes off, that’s all”
“The guns will go off; forget bout it.”

About twenty minutes later Valvona arrived. She obviously felt safe as she only had two bodyguards with her, I recognised one of them as her nephew, Mickey Scars, the other I had never seen before. She was wearing a matching plaid jacket and skirt; a completely innocuous look, you’d never suspect that such a meek looking old lady was the head of one of the five families.

Joe Corrola hurried to greet his godmother; he kissed her on both cheeks then gestured towards the bar where a young man was standing. He was tall and well built with blonde slicked back hair, he couldn’t of been a day over 21. She took the bait; we were too far away to hear what they were saying but within a few minutes their body language changed from standoffish to intimate. She repeatedly touched his arm and chest and giggled like a school girl; he lapped it up, like a moth to a flame.
“It’s f*cking disgusting; she’s old enough to be his grandmother.” Vincent grunted before looking at his watch. I reassured him that, “This is the last time she will act like a cradle robbing whore, forget about it.”.

After a nervous five minutes of uncomfortably watching the mating rituals of our ageing godmother; the hit squad finally arrived. Louie LeRocca, Carlo Cantolopo and Angelo Danitello calmly walked in, dressed in matching trench coats and fedoras, they were each carrying a pump action shotgun. Realising it was a hit Mickey Scars stepped in front of his aunt, armed with a Mac10 and protected by body armour he laid down covering fire whilst slowly moving to the rear of the club. The young escort fell almost instantly, an innocent casualty caught in the crossfire. Next to fall was the unknown bodyguard caught by a shell from Carlo‘s shotgun, his pistol let off one final round as it hit the floor. Angelo stood over him, “Vaffanculo” he racked the pump action and shot him again, the bodyguard let out a final inaudible groan before drawing his last breath.

Carlo and Louie advanced on Mickey and Mary. All of the men had been hit many times and their body armour was starting to give away. Mickey lifted his Mac10 to head height and let off the final burst of ammunition from his clip, Carlo fell. Louie took his time to aim his shot gun whilst Mickey desperately scrambled to reload, click, he was out of shells. Louie dropped his shotgun and reached for his pistol, but it was too late. Mickey had already reloaded; he fired a burst of ammunition into Louie’s tatted body armour, knocking him to the floor; Mary shouted, “Kill ‘em all Mickey, treacherous rats.” still sheltering behind her nephew her voice was taut with emotion.

Mickey turned to face Angelo, but before he could squeeze the trigger the force from Angelo’s shotgun blast knocked him off balance. Angelo fired again, knocking the gun from Mickey’s hand, then once more at close range sending Mickey flying back into Mary and knocking them both down. Angelo racked the pump action and advanced on the cornered Mary, “Arrivederci bitch” was muttered as he dispatched the Pavano boss with two more close ranged shotgun blasts.

We checked on Carlo and Louie, but they were both dead, “Lets get the f*ck out of here!” I ordered and the three of us rushed to our cars and sped off. Now we had hit the boss, we had to take out as many of her faction as possible before they had a chance to retaliate or go on the lam. We also had to take out the rest of the administration: Arthur Zepulla the consigliere and our underboss Calogero Squillante, as quickly as possible to deter any rebels regrouping under their flag.

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 10:47 PM

Spanish Lords
Chapter 6: Red Card

I was sitting in the apartment, watching some television together with Andy, Roberto and Tony. Our economical situation was exactly the same as when we got here. Even though I was considered one of Santos' best men I still didn't earn any money. The only income I got was the small time drug deals Jesús used to set up for me. But now with Jesús dead we didn't make many drug deals anymore. Because of the ambush during the deal when Jesús was killed nobody wanted to deal with us anymore. The Spanish Lords had gained a bad reputation. Santos wasn't a good leader during crisis. All he was doing was to sit in his penthouse, snorting coke and scream about his dead brother. To be honest, I had actually played with the thoughts about taking him out. I knew I could discuss it with the guys.

"You see that broad? If I had the money, I could have a girl like that." Roberto said while he looked in his favourite TV-show, “I'm Rich”.
"Yeah, all we do is watching TV and doing small time favours for Hector. I thought Liberty City was going to be the beginning of something new." My brother Andy said.
"Hey guys, what I’m going to say now stay between us, right?" I asked.
"Yeah for sure." They all answered.
"I've been thinking about taking out Santos. If I do, I will become the leader of the Spanish Lords, which mean that you all will get promoted." I explained.
"We'll need allies for what you are thinking." Roberto said.
"I talked to Alfonso and this new guy, Fernando Salinas and they are both with us." I said.
"What about Hector?" Tony asked.
"He and Santos have been friends for a long time; it might be hard to convince him." I said.
"With Jesús dead Hector is Santos' second in command. Without him on our side we're powerless, mi hermano." Andy said.
"Alright, tomorrow we go and see him." I said.

The next morning Andy, Roberto and me headed over to the Willard Street Autoshop to meet Hector. In the meantime Tony tried to convince our boys on the street to join our little revolution. While driving a few blocks I noticed that the car behind had followed us for quite some time. It was a black Patriot. First it didn't ring any bells inside my head but after awhile I knew who that car belonged to. The black guys we sold the Marijuana to had a car just like it. The word on the street was that they believed that we were the ones who ambushed the deal. The Patriot did a quick turn and pulled up on our left side. I tried to shake him but he was a good driver. All of a sudden one of the black guys wind down the car window and pulled up a Uzi-machinegun.

"Andy, Roberto, shoot back! Send these putas to hell!" I yelled while tried to avoid being rammed off the road.
"I only got a 9mm. Ahh f*ck that will do." I could hear Roberto say from the backseat.
"I think that Patriot is bullet-proof or something. Nothing happens when I shoot it." Andy said.
"Maybe it's you who’re missing my brother." I said and laughed. "Try to shoot at the tyre." I said after realizing that the car actually was bullet-proof.

Andy and Roberto used their last ammunition by trying to hit the tyre. Finally the Patriot lurched away and crashed into a wall. The right front wheel was all flat. The two black guys, who both looked a bit dizzy, crawled out from the car from the car. I stopped a few meters from the crash and together with Andy and Roberto I walked towards them. The black guys noticed that we came closer and they both reached for their guns. Before they were able to pull off the trigger me and Roberto shot them a multiple times in their chest and stomach. We got back to our car and headed for the Willard Street Autoshop. Inside the garages office Hector was sitting and counting drug money. He always wanted to be a businessman, and to him drug was just a business. I knocked at the door to the office.

"Who is it?" I could hear Hector ask.
"It's Ramón. I'm here with Roberto and my brother Andy." I said.
"Alright, come in" Hector said. "How you doin' you old cabron?" Hector asked when we got inside the office.
"Actually I have been better. We got a serious problem man, you know it. Santos won't even let us do drug deals with other gangs in Bohan, or the whole Liberty City for that matter." I explained to Hector.
"I know, it's a disaster. I'm a man of logic, Ramón. I'm also a man of loyalty. Santos is our leader, and if this is the way he wants to do business on, so be it." Hector said.
"Come on huh? Hector won't let us do drug deals because he's paranoid. Ever since his brother got killed he suspects everybody and everything." Roberto said.
"Then what do you guys wanna do? Put a bullet between his eyes?" Hector asked.
"Actually, that's why we wanted to see you. If we tell you that we're planning to take out Santos, would you join us?" I asked Hector.
"Are you asking me to betray my friend? A friend who saved my life, I don't know how many times. Is that what you're asking?" Hector asked with a very aggressive tone.
"Hey hombre, this isn't about loyalty. It's about the survival of the Spanish Lords!" I said.
"I'm sorry Ramón but I can't. I can't betray Santos. He's my friend." Hector said.
"Is this conversation leaving this office?" I asked because I wanted to make sure that Hector didn't rat us out to Santos.
"I just want to forget about it, please go." Hector said and put his hands in front of his face.

The next day I was sitting with José Torres at the Introduction nightclub in upper South Bohan. José knew about my plan of taking Santos out. I had told him everything and he promised to support me with weapons and men’s. Once Santos had been taken out he wanted to form a business relationship with me. A relationship where we together smuggled drugs from Puerto Rico to Liberty City. Apparently José knew a DEA officer called Jack Cheng. According to José, Jack would do everything in his power to keep his DEA guys away from our smuggling zone.

"What about the coastguard and all that sh*t?" I asked José.
"My man Jack got connections everywhere, DEA, the coastguard, FIB, no problemos holmes." José said.

Just when we were about to cheer I saw Santos enter the club. I knew that if he saw me together with José Torres he would kill me immediality. From what I could see he looked high. I knew that he became even more aggressive when using drugs.

"sh*t Santos is coming. You better get the f*ck out of here fast. Use the backdoor." I said to José.

José managed to get out through the backdoor the second before Santos noticed me. Santos looked more paranoid than ever while he walked toward the table where I was sitting. He carefully looked behind his shoulder if anyone was following him. I started to get worried. Maybe Hector had told Santos about my plan. I decided to feel Santos out a bit. I had my gun ready just in case though.

"Hey Santos, what are you doing down here?" I asked once he sat down next to me.
"I can't be inside the apartment right now, they're watching me there." Santos said.
"Who is watching you?" I asked.
"The guys who killed Jesús. I can feel them watching me, I'm telling you." Santos said while he kept staring at the bartender a few meters away. "You see the guy over there? I think he's watching me." Santos said and pointed at the bartender.
"Maybe it's because you're staring at him, Santos." I said "I've been meaning to tell you something Santos. When I visited Hector at the garage I heard him talk to someone on the phone. I'm not sure but it could've been José Torres." I lied. "What shall we do about it?" I asked.
"Kill him." Santos said without even giving it a second thought.

He had gotten so paranoid that he was ready to kill his best friend. However, it all was to my advantage. If I killed Hector I didn't have to fear that he would rat me out. I called Roberto, who had borrowed my car for a little while. I told him to come and pick me up outside the club. Then I called Alfonso. I told him to bring Hector to a warehouse in Bohan Industrial. I pulled up a cigarette from my pocked. I took a couple of drags on the cigarette before Roberto showed up. After a little while the Primo pulled up next to me. I got in and we headed for the warehouse.

"Alfonso just text that he and Hector are at the warehouse now." Roberto said while we cruised down the streets of Bohan.
"Hector's a good guy, but we can't let him stand in our way. You know what I mean?" I asked Roberto.
"Hey, I don't give a f*ck about that puta. So what he gave us some green cards. It was just because he wanted us to join the gang." Roberto said.

The time was about 11 p.m when we stopped the car outside the warehouse. It was still a bit light outside. I didn't know if the sun was on its way up or down. However one thing was sure; for Hector the sun was going down. When we got inside the warehouse Hector was sitting all tied up in a chair. Next to him was Alfonso standing. He held a gun next to his head.

"You tell me when, Ramón." Alfonso said.
"No, Hector is mine." I said and pulled up my gun.
"What are you guys doing? I didn't say sh*t to Santos, I'm no rat!" Hector cried. "How can you do this to me? I was the one giving you those green cards, remember?" Hector continued.
"Yeah, but now I'm giving you a red card." I said and pulled the trigger.

The wall behind Hector became all covered in blood. Hector, who now had a hole between his eyes, sat leaned back on his chair. Roberto, Alfonso and me walked out from the warehouse without saying a word.

END

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Posted 13 June 2009 - 11:35 PM

North Holland Hustlers
Chapter 3: Welcome

The Hustler that was shot in the drive by writhing in pain. I wanted to do something. The poor guy was barely De'Vonn's age. Just another wannabe gangster shot to death.

"We have to help him!" I shouted.

"We can't dammit, the police will blame us. The Spanish Lords are too well connected." Danny explained to me.

Looking at him with a puzzled look on my face I said, "He's barely seventeen! He needs to go to the hospital."

"It's just another casualty of war, Trey. Get used to it, you'll see more." Danny said as he pulled me away from the poor kid. I was trying to save him. He was coughing up more and more blood by the second. When I saw his face go pale, it reminded me when I held my brother when he died.

All of us that weren't injured scurried away from the scene. We were on our way over to Danny's Apartment building. One he shared with Dwayne Forge, Danny's right hand man. We traversed across the Northwood Heights Bridged. As I stared out in to the Humboldt River flowing into the ocean, a couple of Hustlers were cracking jokes on that young hustler that got shot. As they laughed I wondered how any person could even laugh at someone who just died a slow and painful death. At that moment I realized that the drugs and alcohol from last night were finally wearing off.

Danny was trying to talk to me but I wasn't paying attention at all. I was too focused on trying to forget De'Vonn's death. I finally awoke from the daytime nightmare and heard Danny talking about other members I was going to meet.

"... Then Will is the Enforcer, the bastard has been in at least a hundred bar fights and won everyone of 'em. The dude is huge." explained Danny.

As we strolled past the firestation on Exeter Avenue I caught a glimpse of an elderly lady being muged viciously by a bum. I saw a something shiney in the bums hands and as we past out of sight of the confrontation, I heard a shriek. Liberty City is no better, possibly even worse, than the shanties of Los Santos. We casually walked past a few cops busy talking about a case.

"Who would ever drop a newborn out a window, especially from twenty stories up. This place is disgusting." A rotund officer said.
" I know. I just hope we get those raises soon otherwise I'm going to have to go back to being dirty." Answered a skinny officer.

We finally got to Danny's apartment after hiking up ten flights of stairs because the elevator was broken. Danny opened the door as only me and Danny entered.

"Trey, meet William Cobb, Will meet Trey the new recruit." Danny introduced.

"Hey 'sup man." I greeted. Will said nothing shook his head.

"He doesn't talk much. More of a fighter any ways." Danny explained. "This here, it Joe, our narcotics specialist"

"Yo wanna score some blow?" Joe asked with enthusiasm

"Nah man. Not right now" Danny answered him for me.

I can tell now that revenge will come but not today. I found a spot to sit and unfortunatly fell right to sleep because I was beat tired and after gulping down half a bottle of vodka too.


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Posted 14 June 2009 - 06:46 AM

I'd like to join, and the gang I'm most interested in is The North Holland Hustlers.. But the only property left is Playboy X's loft. If I choose to write stories for X's loft, would it have to be primarily set there? Or could it be the apartment he lives in?

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 06:57 AM

Whatever you want, as long as the location is involved in the story.

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 05:05 PM

QUOTE (evog @ Jun 14 2009, 07:46)
I'd like to join, and the gang I'm most interested in is The North Holland Hustlers.. But the only property left is Playboy X's loft. If I choose to write stories for X's loft, would it have to be primarily set there? Or could it be the apartment he lives in?

Essentially, what usually happens is your mission is set from the location, you do your thing and then report back to either Playboy or the location given. It's really loose anyway, but as long as it's established you're working from Playboy's loft there's no problem.

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 05:56 PM

QUOTE (Masterkraft @ Jun 14 2009, 17:05)
QUOTE (evog @ Jun 14 2009, 07:46)
I'd like to join, and the gang I'm most interested in is The North Holland Hustlers.. But the only property left is Playboy X's loft. If I choose to write stories for X's loft, would it have to be primarily set there? Or could it be the apartment he lives in?

Essentially, what usually happens is your mission is set from the location, you do your thing and then report back to either Playboy or the location given. It's really loose anyway, but as long as it's established you're working from Playboy's loft there's no problem.

GTA IV Spoiler:

Wouldn't recommend working for Playboy, he's death in some people's game.

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 07:03 PM

QUOTE (ScratchCard @ Jun 14 2009, 09:56)
QUOTE (Masterkraft @ Jun 14 2009, 17:05)
QUOTE (evog @ Jun 14 2009, 07:46)
I'd like to join, and the gang I'm most interested in is The North Holland Hustlers.. But the only property left is Playboy X's loft. If I choose to write stories for X's loft, would it have to be primarily set there? Or could it be the apartment he lives in?

Essentially, what usually happens is your mission is set from the location, you do your thing and then report back to either Playboy or the location given. It's really loose anyway, but as long as it's established you're working from Playboy's loft there's no problem.

GTA IV Spoiler:

Wouldn't recommend working for Playboy, he's death in some people's game.

Thanks guys!

@Spoiler: That's one of the reasons why I wouldn't want me story to be set there; because X died in my game too.

I know. Add a new property for the Hustlers; and I'm in. It could be, like, North Holland Projects.

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 08:08 PM

Don't know why the death of Playboy would put you off; just claim you've inherited it or bought it off a "well-to-do Serbian who's looking to branch out". Seems like a great idea to me.

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 08:13 PM

QUOTE (Masterkraft @ Jun 14 2009, 12:08)
Don't know why the death of Playboy would put you off; just claim you've inherited it or bought it off a "well-to-do Serbian who's looking to branch out". Seems like a great idea to me.

Wow, that's actually a great idea. Never knew I could do that; because it's called "Playboy X's Loft", so I thought I'd have to have PB X in my story.

One thing though; I'd have to name the chapters "Playboy X's Loft", although it'd be my place. No biggy though.

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 08:17 PM

Playboy X's loft is only used as a way of identifying where you are, rather than calling your location "generic apartment in north Algonquin". It adds a sense of familiarity to where you're basing your stories from and around.

Good luck with it! icon14.gif

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Posted 14 June 2009 - 08:18 PM

QUOTE (Masterkraft @ Jun 14 2009, 12:17)
Playboy X's loft is only used as a way of identifying where you are, rather than calling your location "generic apartment in north Algonquin". It adds a sense of familiarity to where you're basing your stories from and around.

Good luck with it! icon14.gif

Right, I have to agree, as it'd make it less confusing for other people. Thanks, Masterkraft. icon14.gif

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Posted 15 June 2009 - 02:05 AM

theres one issue though... some one else claimed Playboy's apartment earlier. just look up a little bit. the guy's name is vinnieleone

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Posted 15 June 2009 - 02:34 AM

Right right. Well then, I'll take the Firefly Projects Crack Denfor the M.O.B.

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Posted 15 June 2009 - 09:08 AM

Whoops, better do some ratings before the stories becomes too many again.

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Posted 15 June 2009 - 09:31 AM

Osric: An okay chapter, but I liked your previous one much more. This was a bit shorter. However, I love your description. The beginning with the sunset was great. $44.

StrappedEnd: This story was way to short. With your talent you really shoudl write something longer next time. $37.
Chapter 3 was a little improvement but you need to write longer stories to earn more money. $38.

ScratchCard: I've told you before, and I'm telling you again. Your stories must contain more than just dialog. A little improvement, but still mostly dialog and small strings of description. $34.

VinnieLeone: Switched to Playboy X's Loft.

vinnygorgeous: Your stories are awesome man! You remind me of that writer here at GTAF, BobSaccamano or whatever his name was. $49 for a very good chapter. Sniper rifle bought.

evog: Welcome to BUYG! You've been added to Firefly Projects Crack Den for M.O.B.

Stories that still needs to be rated: My chapter 6 for the Spanish Lords.

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Posted 15 June 2009 - 02:44 PM Edited by Osric, 16 June 2009 - 08:21 PM.

This one's a little short, but it gets things going for later.

PETROVIC BRATVA

Chapter III: The Stake-Out

It was utmost darkness in Alderney. I had my gun at my side, a Walther P38, fully loaded, and the cold steel shivered my side and I began to tremble from sheer nervousness. Pyotr and I waited at the CSX Trainyards in the western part of Alderney County, New Jersey. We were waiting for the Albanians to get their SPANK from the suppliers in Carcer City. Next came a car, another black Rebla. Inside was Boris Kazner, a tall and muscular man in his late thirties, with dark brown hair and gray eyes. He was very menacing looking and had killed many a man, or so I have heard. No wonder he was one of Kenny Petrovic's lieutenants. Pyotr was the brains and Boris was the brawn. Also stepping out of the car was a skinny and weak man. He had pale skin, jet black hair, and dark rings around his large anime-like eyes that were a bright emerald green. He was weak and sickly, younger than me, possibly in his teens. If anything, he reminded me of the guy from that show Death Note. He also held a Walther P38 like me, and he wore a long black coat and black pants. Atop his head was one of the old snap-brim caps that I saw a lot in my native Russia.

Pyotr said softly, but enthusiastically, "Boris! My buddy! How you doin'? And who is this? Where's Vlad and Roman? Is this the new guy? I brought my own new guy, Yuri. He's young, but reliable. I can trust him, not so sure about the sickly twig boy you bought."

Boris said "I know, but Vlad is sick and Roman is out of town. Ivan wanted to go, despite my warnings that it could get violent. Well, maybe him and Yuri could get acquainted, see?"

"Yeah, Boris, I know. Hey, Yuri! Meet the new guy! Yuri! Come over here!"

I walked over to the pale boy and shook his hand.

"My name is Yuri Lodinova, I work for Pyotr Smirnoff."

The kid replied "Ivan Bakura, pleasure to meet you. I work for Boris Kazner, he saved me from the Albanian thugs and gave me a place to live. I owe him and hence why I work for him and the Petrovic Bratva. So, this is my first assignment for Mr. Petrovic. I take it you're new too. Have you ever killed a man?"

"No, have you?"

"Once, in self-defense. An Albanian drug dealer was trying to shake me down for money, so I pulled my knife and stabbed him until he was a pin cushion. They never found out, and since the guy was a drug dealer in Hove Beach, the cops never really took interest. For them, another drug dealer dead meant less work for them. I felt bad at first, but when Boris found out, it motivated him to get me an apartment in Hove Beach and pay for it himself. All I had to do is work favors for Mr. Petrovic while Boris took me under his wing."

All of a sudden, Pyotr shouted "DUCK!" and we all quickly looked for cover. Fortunately, there were some crates and steel barrels nearby. Drawing our pistols, we hid. I peeked over. The gray truck stopped at the crossing and out stepped two Albanians holding two Tec-9's and one holding a suitcase. They wore dingy denim workclothes, the kind you'd see in the rejection bin at Goodwill. The Albanians walked up to the train, an ordinary, diesel-engine freight train that had been there for a while. It was just a locomotive, seven gray steel boxcars, and a caboose, which was a rarirty in this day and age. One Albanian thug knocked on the wall of the caboose.

"We've come for the SPANK. We work with Heinrich Brevic."

The Albanian stepped down from the caboose and rejoined his comrade on the trackside. Out stepped three men, all of them Asian, and all of them wearing flashy suits and ties, the kind those Italian guido gangsters wore. One even had a katana at his belt. I knew immedieately who was supplying the Albanians with SPANK. They were the largest crime syndicate in the Midwest, and the second largest in the country, next to the Gambetti Mafia Family. The ones who were supplying SPANK was the infamous Eternal Sun Yakuza of Carcer City. Who knew the Yakuza were involved in Liberty City affairs? I thought the Russians and Italians ran the towns here in the Northeast, and the Japanese gangsters ran Carcer City and the Midwest towns like Cleveland and St. Louis! But now things were changing, the deaths of Mikhail Faustin and Jon Gravelli changed everything. While it didn't leave a power vaccuum, it did weaken the powers that be. And it was all because of that crazy Serb brute Niko Bellic! The Yakuza gangsters stepped down.

One said "So, you come for the SPANK? It's in the front car. Give us the money!" he exclaimed in his thick Japanese accent.

The Albanian with the suitcase handed him the money, and the two made their way across the train, their shoes rattling as they stomped the gravel-laden grounds of the railyard. One opened the boxcar door and revealed some cardboard boxes. This must be the SPANK shipment. Immediately, the Yakuza and Albanians began to unload the boxcar and pack the boxes of their poisons into the back of the rusty Bobcat truck. So far, we got the info, and that's all we needed. I was thinking we didn't need our guns. But something happened that meant we did.

A loud cough rang out, it was Ivan. He looked so sick, I knew he shouldn't have been out in the cold. Then, one Yakuza man pulled out his katana, and the others pulled out their Colt .45 pistols. Out of a panic, Ivan stretched upward and fired his P38 at the man with the Katana. The bullet hit directly in the chest and he fell down beneath the street lamp, and blood pooled around him, staining his white dress shirt a deep crimson. The others began firing their .45's at us. We heard the truck drive off. The Albanian scum abandoned their own suppliers! I immedieately leapt up the moment the gunfire stopped. The Yakuza men had to reload. Taking my P38, I fired four times. One dropped the man, but it was dark and I couldn't tell where he had hit. I heard another scream in pain as he dropped his gun. Our work was done. We drove off, heading to Petrovic's mansion. I knew this would get bloody. A sign of a war to come.

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Posted 15 June 2009 - 06:30 PM

North Holland Hustlers
Chapter 4: Life

My life has been a rollercoaster to say the least. Winning my first game in little league football was the highest I've ever been without drugs but life took a twist when my dad died that same day in a vicious car accident in Las Venturas. He was rushing out to see my game in Los Santos. Then when I graduated I was as high as Mount Everest but was struck down by my mom's death. And with my brother's passing it sent me so low I could have worked for the devil himself.

I woke up in my bathroom after another coke binge. I slowly stumbled in to my bedroom to see if Libby stayed at my place last night. I stubbed my toe on a box I haven't unpacked yet. I peaked in to see her laying naked on my bed. I just couldn't help my self, I haven't had sex in weeks. I slowly layed down beside her. I softly placed my hand on her cheek and slowly moved in down past her throat and gentally to her chest. I calmly grabbed one of her breasts and then slowly moved my hand even farther down her glistening body. I moved my hand softly down between her legs massaged her. She slowly opened her eyes with a smile on her face.

"Don't let me being asleep stop you baby" she said. I knew then that she used to be a hooker. I quickly jumped on top and did my dirty work. She probably had fun too otherwise she wouldn't have a smile on her face.

After my personal business I took a shower and got dressed and head out in to the hell that is my life. I walked up to the Burgershot on the corner of San Quentin Avenue and Switch Street. As I scarfed down a hamburger and fries I saw a Spanish Lord all by himself. I quickly got up and ran outside and pulled out my Micro-SMG and opened him up in a hail of gunfire. He slowly plummeted to the ground with a thud. I quickly ran as fast as I could from the scene but it was no use. A cop with his siren on pulled up and told me to stop. I was arrested for the first time in my life and sure as hell won't be the last.

I was convicted on murder and possesion of a firearm and got 15 years for saying I'll testify against the Hustlers. What was i thinking. What was going through my head when i promised that District Attourney that I would testify against the Hustlers in order to get out earlier. But now I'm gonna die in 15 years cause of what I said.

"So what you're telling me is that you are now a wanted man?" said Don Thompson, the District Attourney.

"Yes." i answered back.

Don stared at me like I was crazy and left the interogation cell with me in it.

TO BE CONTINUED......

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Posted 16 June 2009 - 02:29 AM

Before I write my first chapter for the M.O.B., I have a few questions:

First Question: Who's the leader?

Second: Is it alright if I make up a few things about the gang; like there's many "divisions" (drug dealers etc.), they're allies with some of the other gangs, etc.?

Help is appreciated; thanks to whoever helps me out! colgate.gif

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Posted 16 June 2009 - 06:07 AM

QUOTE (evog @ Jun 16 2009, 13:29)
Before I write my first chapter for the M.O.B., I have a few questions:

First Question: Who's the leader?

Second: Is it alright if I make up a few things about the gang; like there's many "divisions" (drug dealers etc.), they're allies with some of the other gangs, etc.?

Help is appreciated; thanks to whoever helps me out! colgate.gif

I was in the MOB previously and I THINK I could give you some tips.

-A member from the single player was known as "Jermaine" He was used in another story and killed off a while back. You COULD use him as one of your characters though.

-The gang is black.

-They wear re and blue hoodies.

-They are rumored to be the Broker version of NHH.

-You should make your own main characters and side characters aswell.

-Make yourself start off as a nobody and go up to the leader. Or maybe the other way around?

-The MOB usually deal drugs around Firefly Projects and Outlook park. (Seen them In Game.)

-Use the weapons and vehicles available to The MOB. You're lucky, MrPain and I bought MANY vehicles and weapons back in the day.

-Buy and sell drugs as a source of money after your 5 first stories.

That's about all I can say for the moment. Good luck with the Money Over Bitches/bullsh*t(either one.)

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Posted 16 June 2009 - 06:10 AM

i dont believe the M.O.B. is real in the GTA universe so make up anyleader you want and i think when it comes to alliances talk to other writers so you can talk about it and tie in your stories.

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Posted 16 June 2009 - 07:23 AM

QUOTE (StrappedEnd @ Jun 16 2009, 17:10)
i dont believe the M.O.B. is real in the GTA universe so make up anyleader you want and i think when it comes to alliances talk to other writers so you can talk about it and tie in your stories.

It is real. Jermaine is a real in game character. You take him places in a taxi. The MOB is a real gang as you hear the men dressed in blue talk about it. Eg. "Em Oh Bee man'." and "Money Over bitches!"

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Posted 16 June 2009 - 10:07 AM

QUOTE (evog @ Jun 16 2009, 03:29)
Before I write my first chapter for the M.O.B., I have a few questions:

First Question: Who's the leader?

Second: Is it alright if I make up a few things about the gang; like there's many "divisions" (drug dealers etc.), they're allies with some of the other gangs, etc.?

Help is appreciated; thanks to whoever helps me out! colgate.gif

You can make up anything you want, Leaders, divisions, alliances. Any gang members from the game will be in the LCPD database which you get to through their website.

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Posted 16 June 2009 - 01:53 PM

Alright, thanks guys. smile.gif I shall start writing my first chapter now.




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