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While I am sure many of you have seen these topics around, whether on GTAForums or otherwise, I am sure there are some of you who have no idea what this is. Basically, this is a “Game” in which you pick a gang and property, then write stories about what happens in your business. This is not a “Own These Places” topic. The main goal is not to write about how many hamburgers you sold, but to tell about the gang-related activities that go on in your business. Based on the stories you write, I will tell you how much money you earned. With that money you can then buy weapons, cars, boats, and even more businesses for your gang. Keep in mind, better stories = more money.
Rules for the Build Up Your Gang thread
1. If you cannot come up with a complete thought please dont bother posting what you have at all. Just save it in notepad or word or something and come back with a complete story.
2. In addition to rule 1, please don't post half of a story and say you will be back to update it later as this can cause confusion to those that have to grade your stories.
3. To make it easier on The BUYG Staff please check your spelling and grammar carefully as it makes it harder for us to read and grade them with multiple errors.
4. Please refrain from "flaming" other members as this will get this topic one of those neat, but unneeded, locks.
5. Most importantly if you need any help or assitance with writing/brainstorming/developing stories or if you feel the need to comment on the thread then please contact The BUYG Staff members with your opinions/expressions/concerns/problems. In addition to this if you feel that rule 4 had been broken please contact us before taking any action yourself.
These rules have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.

 

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9jkearse3

SloStenRacing

The Professor

Some general guidelines to follow when participating in this thread
1. DO NOT use weapons that your gang doesn't own and the same goes for vehicles. However keep in mind that when you purchase something for the gang anyone that is in that gang can use that item now.
2. Any property you wish to purchase will cost the gang you are in or wish to join $200. If you are joining a gang make sure that it is alright with the current members that you use their hard earned cash to buy the land you want.
3. If the entire gang is idle for a week then so become their assets and their assets will look like this (Distillery (Alcohol)(daily Income - $10) a idle asset means that the daily income will not be given until someone in the gang becomes active again. Active being an actual posted story that meets the rules above.
4. You can also take over property but it will cost you triple($600) what it would for a regular property. Also needed is the consent of the person who owns it and if no one owns it then you need the consent of the member of the gang who has been there the longest. Half the money will go to the gang the other half will just be taken away.
These guidelines have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.

 

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SloStenRacing

The Professor

Previous BUYG threads
Build Up Your Gang Liberty
Build Up Your Gang Vice
BUYG USA
BUYG II
BUYG III
Story Counts
20+ stories will earn your gang a bonus 100$ with the next story

50+ stories will earn your gang a car of your choice but its price must not exceed $400

100+ storys and you will get $115 bonus dollars with your next story and you can choose a free property even if a another gang owns it( it must not be occupied though)

300+ stories and will gain your gang a bonus of $500 dollars and 2 yes 2 cars of your choice price is no object

Gang Wars
1.) The gang that was attacked must form some solid reason (in an official post, in total character) about who they believe did it and why or how they’re going to retaliate. This will be a Declaration.

 

2.) The two gangs meet with someone assigned to make all the formalities – write down what assets can’t be blow to hell, who characters they don’t want dying, anything agreed upon. But, at the same time, the other person must agree and get another favor in turn. Say if The Haitians don’t want a specific drug-factory destroyed, the Purple Nines must accept it and not have one of their assets destroyed in turn. Each gang is given a total of FIVE REQUEST’S before the war begins. The lead characters will automatically be forbidden to killing or severe injury.

 

3.) They go to war in the story, a Panel of judges will judge on a combinations of four things: Who writes the best stories, who is the most reasonable, who plots things out strategically, and who makes the clearest victory. If it’s close, the decision will be given to an independent tie-breaker.

Now this gang war thing is new so we are gonna see how this works please follow the instructions when starting a gang war

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The Rankings

 

Leone Family Mafia
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Salvatore's Mansion ---
Liberty City Joey's Garage Sickness 0
Liberty City Sex Club Seven Vinny Leon 1
Liberty City Cipriani’s Ristorante GeneralBBQ 2
The Badlands Chiliad Hideout ---
Las Venturas Caligula’s Palace G.StreetOG 10
Weapons Desert Eagle, Colt M4, Sawn-Off Shotgun, Silenced 9mm, MP5, RPG Launcher, Colt .45, M60, Grenades, Molotovs, Screwdriver
Vehicles Mafia Sentinel, Sea Sparrow
Money $473
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Forelli Brothers
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Marco’s Bistro ---
Liberty City Atlantic Quays Warehouse ---
Vice City Ocean View Hotel Forelli_Boy 9
Weapons Hammer, Silenced 9mm, Sawed-Off Shotgun
Vehicles Mafia sentinel
Money $228
Assets Protection Ring ($45 Daily)
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
The Triads
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Belly Up Fish Factory ---
Liberty City Mr. Wong’s Launderette ---
Vice City Links View Heights ---
San Fierro Wu-Zi-Mu’s Office ---
Las Venturas Four Dragons Casino deadlash 10
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Colt .45, Sawn-Off Shotgun, M16
Vehicles BMX
Money $136
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Diablos
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Hepburn Heights Park ---
Liberty City XXX Mags ---
San An Countryside Angel Pine Hotel

 

 ---
Weapons Knife, Brass Knuckles, Cleaver, Chainsaw, Colt Python, Uzi 9mm, Stubby Shotgun, Colt .45
Vehicles Pony
Money $104
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Colombian Cartel
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Les Cargos Ship ---
Liberty City Cedar Grove Mansion ---
Liberty City Expresso-2-Go Stands ---
Liberty City Pan Lantic Construction Company johnson467 0
Liberty City Aspatria Lockup

 

 ---
Las Venturas Finalbuild Construction ---
Weapons Silenced 9mm, MP5, Colt M4
Vehicles Patriot
Money $93
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items 1 Gram cocaine, 1 Gram Crack cocaine
Yakuza
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Kenji’s Casino ---
Liberty City Hyaku Dojo ---
Weapons Machete, Tec-9, Minigun, Chainsaw, Sniper Rifle, Molotovs, Katana, Grenades, AK-47
Vehicles Bike, Yakuza Stinger
Money $4
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Uptown Yardies
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Newport Penthouse Suite GrooveTherapy 5
Liberty City Belleville Park ---
Liberty City Ammu-Nation

 

 ---
Weapons Tec-9, Baseball Bat, AK-47, Uzi 9mm, Meat Cleaver, Desert Eagle, Stubby Shotgun
Vehicles Yardie Lobo, Savanna, Rumpo, Shamal
Money $2116
Assets Protection Ring ($45 Daily), Nightclub ($60 Daily), Bar ($50 Daily)
Drug Facilities Distillery ($10 Daily), Meth Lab ($40 daily), Weed Farm ($15 Daily), Cocaine Importation Center ($45 Daily), Poppy Field ($25 Daily), Scientist($85 daily income)
Items ---
Purple Nines
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Wichita Gardens Projects ---
Weapons ---
Vehicles ---
Money $75
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Red Jacks
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Wichita Gardens Projects East ---
Weapons Katana, Baseball Bat, Uzi 9mm, Colt .45, MP5, AK-47
Vehicles ---
Money $231
Assets ---
Drug Facilities Marijuana Farm ($15 Daily)
Items ---
Colonel Cortez’s Gang
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City Yacht (docked at Pier 2) ---
Weapons Colt .45
Vehicles ---
Money $41
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Diaz’s Gang
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City Starfish Island Mansion ---
Vice City Junkyard ---
Weapons ---
Vehicles ---
Money $40
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Vercetti Gang
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City The Malibu brutuz 0
Vice City Printworks ---
Vice City Sunshine Autos timstapels 6
Vice City Kaufman Cabs ~PhusioN~ 6
Vice City Film Studio Anthrazzz 0
Weapons Tec-9
Vehicles ---
Money $250
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
StreetWannabes
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City Prawn Island Abandoned Building Warlord 3
Weapons ---
Vehicles ---
Money $70
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
DBP Security
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City DBP Security ---
Vice City Starfish Island ---
Vice City North Point Mall ---
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Colt .45, Nightstick, Combat Shotgun
Vehicles ---
Money $196
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Cubans
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City Café Robina Officer Pulaski 0[td]
Vice CityBoat Yard---Weapons Colt 45.Vehicles---Money$21Assets---Drug Facilities---Items---
Haitans
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City Woody's Topless Bar ---
Vice City Little Haiti Pay-N-Spray Andreas915 1
Vice City Drug Plant ---
Vice City Funeraria Romero ---
Los Santos Blastin' Fools Records SloStenRacing 13
Weapons Baseball Bat, Chromed Shotgun, AK-47, M60, Silenced 9mm, Desert Eagle, Colt .45, PSG-1 Sniper Rifle,Brass Knuckles, Screwdriver, Hammer, Pool Cue, Golf Club, Night Stick, Meat Cleaver, Katana, Colt Python, Sawn-off Shotgun, Stubby Shotgun, Tec-9, Ingram Mac 10, Uzi 9mm, Ruger, Flame-Thrower, RPG Launcher, Stinger Launcher, Hunting Rifle, Sniper Rifle, Satchel Charges, Thermal Goggles, Night Vision Goggles, Grenades, Molotovs, Machete, M16, Minigun, Combat Shotgun, MP5, Knife, Chainsaw, Colt M4
Vehicles Sabre, Huntley, Bus, Rancher, Speeder, Tropic
Money $6448
Assets Protection Ring ($45 daily), Nightclub ($60 Daily), Bar ($50 Daily), Strip Club ($50 Daily), Construction Company ($70 Daily), Underground Casino ($65 Daily)Garbage Company, ($75 Daily), Whore house($55 daily)
Drug Facilities Distillery (Alcohol)($10 Daily), Cocaine Importation Center($45 Daily)Poppy field($25 daily), Meth Lab($40 daily), Scientist($85 daily), Marijuana Farm($15 daily), Cattle Pasture($45 daily), Crack Lab($30 daily)
Items ---
Bikers
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Vice City The Greasy Chopper

 

 ---
Vice City Howlin’ Pete’s Biker Emporium ---
San An Countryside Whetstone 24-7 ---
San An Countryside Flint County Trucking Co. ---
Weapons ---
Vehicles ---
Money $75
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Grove Street Family
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Los Santos Sweet’s House

 

 sadler 0
Los Santos The Johnson House Shady_Grove4Life 2
Los Santos Emmet’s tangshot 0
Los Santos LB’s Lockup ---
Las Venturas Four Dragons Casino oblivionz 2
Weapons Colt .45, Tec-9
Vehicles Greenwood
Money $426
Assets ---
Drug Facilities Marijuana Farm ($15 Daily)
Items ---
Balla's
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Liberty City 8-Ball's Bomb Shop (Harwood) ---
Vice City Cherry Poppers Ice Cream ---
Los Santos Idlewood Crack House Thug Life 17
Los Santos Glen Park Ciabatta 0
Los Santos B-Dup’s House 9jkearse3 71
Los Santos The Pig Pen D-jones 11
Las Venturas The Visage GTA MA$TA 0
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Colt M4, Knife, Baseball Bat, Silenced 9mm, MP5, Ruger, Uzi9mm, sawn off shotgun, Molotovs
Vehicles Patriot, Majestic, Strafford, Stretch, Banshee
Money $1735
Assets Strip Club ($55 Daily)
Drug Facilities Coacaine Importation center($45 daily), Crystal Meth Lbab ($40)Daily)
Items ---
Los Santos Vagos
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Los Santos East Los Santos Gang House daniel_law N/A
Los Santos East Los Santos Basketball Courts ---
Los Santos Unity Station ---
Weapons Knife, Sawn-Off Shotgun, Tec-9, Ruger, Desert Eagle
Vehicles Burrito, Tahoma
Money $832
Assets ---
Drug Facilities Marijuana Farm ($15 Daily)
Items ---
Varios Los Aztecas
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Los Santos El Corona Low Rider Meet ---
Los Santos Willowfield Tattoo Parlor ---
Los Santos Caesar’s House Evgun 3
Weapons Colt .45, Ingram Mac 10, M16
Vehicles Voodoo
Money $127
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Russian Mafia
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Los Santos Atrium ---
Los Santos Grey Imports ---
Las Venturas V-Rock Hotel Stretch 2 0
Weapons Brass knuckles, Machete, Combat Shotgun, Colt M4, colt .45, Satchel charges
Vehicles Rancher
Money $607
Assets Protection Ring ($45 Daily)
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
San Fierro Rifa
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
San Fierro Doherty Crack Lab M17 0
San Fierro Pleasure Domes The Truth V2.0 10
Weapons Knife, Chromed Shotgun
Vehicles ---
Money $37
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
Da Nang Boys
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
San Fierro Pier 69 F-s-X 14
San Fierro Easter Basin Docks ---
Weapons Knife, tec 9
Vehicles ---
Money $174
Assets ---
Drug Facilities Distillery($10 daily income)
Items ---
Sindacco Family
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Las Venturas The High Roller The Professor 39
Las Venturas Meat Plant GTA Fool12 5
Liberty City Bitch'n Dog Food The Sicilian 37
Weapons Knife, Baseball Bat, Meat Cleaver, Brass Knuckles, Colt .45, Desert Eagle, Chromed Shotgun,Mac 10 Ruger, Sniper Rifle, Satchel charges
Vehicles Mafia Sentinel, Super GT
Money $1624
Assets ---
Drug Facilities ---
Items ---
O’Brien Boys
Location Property Gang Member Story Count
Los Santos Inside Track ---
Las Venturas Emerald Isle Hotel ---
Weapons Katana, AK-47, Sniper Rifle, Screwdriver, Silenced 9mm, Meat Cleaver
Vehicles Stretch
Money $891
Assets Bar/Saloon/Pub ($50 Daily), Nightclub ($60 Daily)
Drug Facilities Cocaine Importation Facility ($45 Daily)
Items ---
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Items:

 

Weapons
Weapon Availability Price
Brass Knuckles 1 $5
Screwdriver 3 $6
Hammer 3 $10
Pool Cue 2 $8
Golf Club 3 $15
Night Stick 3 $15
Baseball Bat 3 $10
Knife 2 $8
Meat Cleaver 4 $7
Machete 2 $15
Chainsaw 2 $25
Katana 1 $25
Colt .45 3 $30
Silenced 9mm 3 $35
Colt Python 2 $50
Desert Eagle 2 $50
Sawn-off Shotgun 2 $40
Chromed Shotgun 2 $30
Stubby Shotgun 2 $60
Combat Shotgun 2 $75
Tec-9 3 45$
Ingram Mac 10 2 $55
Uzi 9mm 2 $70
MP5 3 $90
Ruger 1 $100
AK-47 3 $110
Colt M4 3 $115
M16 2 $135
M60 1 $180
Minigun 2 $200
Flame-Thrower 0 $200
RPG Launcher 0 $200
Stinger Launcher 1 $225
Hunting Rifle 3 $60
Sniper Rifle 0 $75
PSG-1 1 $100
Molotovs 1 $60
Grenades 1 $75
Satchel Charges 4 $100
Thermal Goggles 1 $125
Night Vision Goggles 1 $125
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Vehicles

 

Land
Vehicle Availability Price
Admiral 3 $300
Alpha 3 $350
Angel 3 $500
Banshee 3 $800
BF-400 3 $600
BF Injection 3 $450
Bike 3 $35
BMX 3 $45
Blade 3 $450
Blista Compact 3 $350
Bobcat 3 $200
Bravura 3 $350
Broadway 3 $350
Buccaneer 3 $300
Buffalo 3 $500
Bullet 3 $800
Burrito 2 $200
Burrito, Gang 3 $300
Bus 3 $375
Cadrona 3 $500
Cartel Cruiser 3 $500
Clover 3 $150
Cheetah 3 $750
Club 3 $450
Comet 3 $550
Elegant 3 $450
Elegy 3 $500
Emperor 3 $550
Euros 3 $450
Faggio 3 $100
FCR-900 3 $700
Feltzer 3 $450
Flash 3 $600
Fortune 3 $500
Freeway 3 $500
Glendale 3 $300
Greenwood 2 $200
Hermes 3 $275
Hermes, Cuban 3 $300
Hotknife 3 $500
Huntley 3 $450
Hustler 3 $500
Infernus 3 $800
Intruder 3 $375
Jester 3 $600
Landstalker 3 $400
Majestic 2 $250
Manana 3 $175
Merit 3 $350
Mesa Grande 3 $275
Moonbeam 3 $300
Mountain Bike 3 $50
Nebula 3 $250
NRG-500 3 $775
Oceanic 3 $300
Patriot 3 $650
PCJ-600 3 $650
Perennial 3 $225
Phoenix 3 $600
Picador 3 $350
Pony 2 $300
Premier 3 $400
Previon 3 $400
Rancher 2 $375
Regina 3 $250
Remington 3 $400
Rumpo 3 $200
Rumpo, Hoodz 3 $250
Sabre 2 $500
Sabre Turbo 3 $575
Sanchez 3 $500
Savanna 3 $450
Sentinel 3 $550
Sentinel, Mafia 3 $600
Slamvan 3 $575
Solair 3 $300
Strattford 2 $300
Stallion 3 $400
Stallion, Diablo 3 $550
Stinger 3 $700
Stinger, Yakuza 2 $500
Stratum 3 $375
Stretch 1 $600
Sultan 3 $600
Sunrise 3 $550
Super GT 2 $800
Tahoma 2 $350
Tampa 3 $400
Triad Fish Van 3 $400
Turismo 3 $750
Uranus 3 $550
Vincent 3 $350
Virgo 3 $200
Yardie Lobo 2 $400
Voodoo 2 $275
Voodoo, Haitan 3 $300
Yosemite 3 $300
Wayfarer 3 $400
Walton 3 $250
Washington 3 $500
Willard 3 $350
ZR-350 3 $750
Sea
Vehicle Availability Price
Coast Guard 2 $200
Cuban Jetmax 2 $400
Dinghy 2 $150
Marquis 2 $600
Reefer 2 $200
Rio 2 $500
Speeder 1 $500
Squallo 2 $600
Tropic 1 $700
Vortex 1 $850
Air
Vehicle Availability Price
Sparrow 1 $700
Sea Sparrow 0 $1000
Maverick 2 $850
Leviathan 1 $1100
Cargobob 1 $1000
Rain Dance 2 $900
Hunter 1 $2500
Dodo 4 $700
Stunt Plane 4 $600
Rustler 2 $1200
Shamal 0 $1000
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Drug Facilities
Product Cost Daily Income
Marijuana Farm $150 $15
Cattle Pasture $450 $45
Crack Lab $300 $30
Cocaine Importation Center $450 $45
Poppy Field (Opium) $250 $25
Distillery (Alcohol) $100 $10
Crystal Meth Lab $375 $40
Scientist $700 $85
Assets List
Asset Cost Daily Income
Protection Ring $400 $45
Bar/Saloon/Pub $500 $50
Nightclub $600 $60
Whore House $550 $55
Underground Casino $700 $65
Construction Company $750 $70
Garbage Company $825 $75
Strip Club $575 $50
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Product Amount of Product Cost
Marijuana 3.5 grams $40
Marijuana Ounce (28 grams) $240
Marijuana Pound (16 ounces or 448 grams) $2,000
Marijuana Kilo (2.2 pounds or 998 grams) $3,800
Mushrooms 3.5 grams $40
Cocaine 1 gram $100
Cocaine Teener (1.5 grams) $175
Cocaine Ball (3.5 grams) $250
Cocaine Ounce (28 grams) $1,000
Cocaine Pound (16 ounces or 448 grams) $8,000
Cocaine Kilo (2.2 pounds or 998 grams) $14,000
Crack Cocaine 1 gram $50
Heroin 1 gram $65
Amphetamine 1 gram $75
MDMA (ECSTASY) 1 pill $25
MDMA (ECSTASY) 100 pills $1,000
MDMA (ECSTASY) 1,000 pills $5,000
MDMA (ECSTASY) 10,000 pills(Club Owner's DREAM) $20,000
LSD (Acid) 1 paper hit $5
LSD (Acid) 10 strip $45
LSD (Acid) Book (100 hits) $350
LSD (Acid) Bible (1000 hits) $2800
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gta_gamer_777™'s Guide To A Successful Story. ©2004
So ya wanna be a wiseguy storywriter eh? You think you gotta the balls?

 

Hmm riiiight. I just thought seeing as my stories are so fantastic and all I'd write up a little quide for the new comers, maybe some of the veterans but generally we all write pretty well.

Um I don't advise that any teachers on the board try to use it in their classes. Without permission of course. See copyright ^^

Step 1: Storyline - research key elements. Use tried and tested ideas. We've all seen the occasional gangster flick, so remember the sort of stuff you see in that, then come up with your own elements. I drew alot of inspiration from The Sopranos and GoodFellas which makes sense seeing as I was writing for the mob. Make it interesting but don't make up a heap of unbelievable bullsh*t. For eg. 'I pulled out of the parking lot and 50 niggaz with AK rocked up and started attacking me" is not going to win you any awards.
Step 2: Location - Visualise the location you're writing in. For example in the story where my characters attacked a Triad convoy I (in San Andreas) looked for a good place to do it that made sense. I drove around Venturas figuring out routes for the characters to travel, I went and looked at the layout of Caligula's, where the other casinos were, I looked at maps of the city for pieces of writing.
Step 3: Typing - I used MS Word to type up all my stories. It highlights spelling mistakes and bad grammar, so we don't get anything like this:

 

 

-So CJ is back on the block but whit bad news.Apparently he was gambling in LV at the 4 Dragons Casino and lost all of his money.Now he returns whit 15$."What the hell nigga!Whats this f*cking candy bar money!?" -Sweet ravaged."I told you Sweet , I lost the money gambling! THere was this ho and she wanted me to..""WHAT NIGGA!You lost our money over a ho!!?!Damn whose dick is getting us into trouble now." -Sweet getting even more pissed ,"Yeah i no bro ,..But she had killer knockers!" - Cj replied."Damn you nigga , damn you to hell..." -Sweet said and walked away leaving cj whit a confused look on his face.Sweet asked me to go hit on a Balla dope spot whit some OGF Members.So i took Curly Joe , Fat Sugga and Lil Fox and we headed out to the balla dope spot round the corner.Obivously we had no heat so we had to use our fists.Then Curly noticed a drug dealer whit a heater!.We walked up to him and i said :"Yo homie whatya doin?":The yayo pusher replied"I got what you need brotha pure stuff".When we were chatting curly and suga sneaked behind him and grabbed him.We dragged him behind a tall wooden fence and gave him a beating he wont forget.I picked up his Colt 9mm and checked the ammo."Shiit only 6 bullets" well we decided i would go in and blast on those fools.So i went to the door and knocked .A balla came to the door , obivously he was high on weed."You sup homie?" He said."F00L YOu're and your ballas broz are going down.Curly and the posse grabbed him and beat him up while i went in.Inside there was a broken down wall.No furniture at all expect for a rusty iron bed and a toared up sofa.There were 6 ballas in the room all whitout a strap- How convinient.I pulled out the Colt and popped a bullet in each of theyr head.No resistance as they were too high.We headed back to grove and grabbed some beers.

 

Now that is shocking.

Step 4: Layout - I found that the best way to do it is to have all action sequences in separate paragraphs. For example when going from one day to the next, leave a space between paragraphs.

Put speech onto a new line unless it's the same person talking e.g.

"So anyway he says he wants to whack this guy," Jason said. "And that he reckons he'll do it soon."

 

Oh, just a note by the way, with speech brackets " " the correct way to portray a sentence is, "insert writing here," he said. The comma goes before the close speech bracket and the fullstop after he said or any other suitable adjective.

 

Don't use he said, she said all the time either. Stuff like he asked, she replied, Joe shouted, Jane yelled. Put adjectives to describe the way they said it, or what they're doing as they say it. e.g.

"F*ck that," he said loading his gun. "Are you joking?" He replied, shocked.

 

Um so yeah. Just doing my part to try and help.

Just another thing, no matter what your mother says, length is everything.

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Hee hee, just to nitpick, the Roman numeral for 4 is IV, not IIII wink.gif

im a rebel devil.gif

 

nah to be honest with you i knew something looked weird about it i feel real dumb now lol.gif

 

@generalBBQ

you can have ciprianis no need to IM me just write a story and post it

 

 

 

and guys look for prices to rise a little bit some of you are getting too good all you have to do is write 5 or so stories and you can afford almost anything and for the ones that arent as great as some of the vets it will make you work a bit harder on your stories

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The last part of chapter 1.

 

Chapter 1: Hood Took Me Under

Part 5

 

My recovery at the hospital had not been a pleasant one. It wasn’t the pain that made it unpleasant, but the screams of my homies during the night. Only the driver named Hakim and I survived. He spoke to me in front of the hospital after our full recovery.

“That was some deep sh*t we got into!” he said excited.

“What, your friends died and you were almost killed yourself!”

“Chill, those guys with me weren’t friends. They were more like annoyances, never getting into anything dangerous,”

“They fought by your side and didn’t leave until the death. Give them a little respect,”

“Ok whatever. Anyway Kane called last night looking for you, he wants to meet you in glen park today,”

“Yeah,” I replied, and then went to a cab. It took me to Market Station. To my surprise the patriot was still there. I paid the taxi driver and then went to my car.

Glen Park was the place my childhood had been most spent. Its beauty would always belong to the Balla’s. Or so I thought. The brilliant lights of Downtown Los Santos shined past my Patriots windows as it approached Glen Park.

“Hell no!” the park seemed to have GSF all over it. I stopped my vehicle at an intersection to the left of the park. Suddenly someone pulled me out and dragged my body to a bush. I looked up, “ Kane?”

“You guessed right, nigga,”

“Don’t tell me we’ve lost Glen Park,”

“We’ll get it back later, but this great news,”

“How is this great news, please f*cken tell me!”

“Did anyone ever tell you to chill? This is good news because we now know for sure,” he paused to catch his breath, “ that Grove Street is planning a comeback,” Some GSF OG’s spotted us. “Fire, nigga,” we both took out our MP5 and ran in a bloody rage toward them. Their pistols were no match. We cut them down in mere second, a dozen more came at us. We hopped in the Patriot, four of their guys got in a Greenwood. They drove behind us through downtown shooting with micro SMGs, Kane fired on them with his MP5.

“Where we heading, Kane?”

“Cemetery in Vinewood,” he responded with his head out through the window shooting. Another one of their cars popped into view. I turned a tight corner and the car fell into the flood tunnel. One of the GSF cars flipped when it fell and exploded the other one continued it’s firing. Micro SMG bullets covered the trunk. The Patriot went off a jump and landed back on the streets, the pursuing car did the same.

“Kane are you getting them, we’re almost there?”

“Yes, keep the car steady, nigga,” A large jump was coming up. We went off it at full speed. The landing was perfect right on the cemetery’s parking space. The GSF car flew above us. Kane shot it and it exploded.

“Amazing,”

“That was nothing, just a normal day in life,” Kane got out of the car, “Listen nigga, wait here while I go attended a friends funeral. It will take no more then ten minutes, after that we’ll talk business,” he left the car and walked around a wall,”

A few minutes later gunfire could be heard from within the cemetery. A Greenwood sped out. I pulled my weapon out and searched for Kane. He was lying half dead on a tombstone. Other Balla’s were lying dead around me.

“Nigga, you find what the GSF is planning an an and you blast them, for me!” he coughed up some blood, then his life was over.

“Sleep now, sweet prince,” I said sadly, My adventure was just beginning

 

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Sindacco Family - Meat Plant

 

Part II - Hostile Takeover

 

Johnny called the higher-ups in his crew to the meat plant not long after the sun went down. I stood outside, smoking a cigarette and reflecting on my decision. Black Sentinels pulled up, one after the other, and the men of Johnny Sindacco’s crew gathered into his spacious office for a meeting. When the last Sentinel drove off, Johnny’s guard, a kid named Umberto, told me it was time.

 

I strode into Johnny’s office, which was fairly cramped now, and leaned in a corner. I’d already heard what he was saying. In a nutshell, he told them what he’d told me. His big plans for the future. I noted, with a sense of bemusement, that he left out the part about overthrowing his Uncle Paul. I was just there as a formality, and Johnny wanted an extra gun on his side in this room. Many of his men were restive, content to maintain the status quo. However, no one spoke out against Johnny’s newfound aggression.

 

Johnny delegated tasks to them, mostly preparatory. The coming battles would be costly, in both money and blood. To succeed, we would need to surprise our enemies, act with lightning speed and be completely ruthless. As Johnny talked and talked, I remained in my corner, nursing a glass of scotch I’d gotten Umberto to fetch for me.

 

The last of Johnny’s men, a stocky man named Lenny left around ten at night. Johnny rubbed his eyes sleepily, then looked at me. “Enjoy yourself?” I shrugged. “This is my fourth scotch,” I said as I raised the glass. I drained it and set it on Johnny’s desk as I sat down. “I noticed you left out your plans for your Uncle Paul. I also noticed you didn’t have a job for me. I can put two and two together and get four.”

 

Johnny grimaced. “Will you do it?” I pondered that a minute. Paul Sindacco had done me no wrong. But Paul was old and complacent, content with the power he had. Zanipolo Sindacco had been good to me, did I have it in me to kill his brother simply to help slake his son’s ambition?

 

I’d done twenty years for botching my first shot at this kind of power. I wasn’t going to lose my second chance to guilt over killing an old man whose brother, whom I’d respected deeply, was long dead.

 

I nodded. “Yeah, yeah I will, Johnny.” A sad smile spread across his face. “I knew I could count on you,” he said. “How will I do it? Paul is a smart man. A cautious man.” Johnny waved his hand, as if to brush all that aside. “He was. He’s grown soft, convinced no one will touch him. We’ve never had a real War out here before. You killed two dozen Leone soldiers before, you can handle this.”

 

”That was twenty years ago. I’m not a young man anymore.” Johnny nodded his head like a man making a great concession. “That’s true,” he said with an air to match the nod, “but you’ll be better armed than you were back then. Tell me, what were you packing? I know one of your friends had an assault rifle. What did you carry to that bloodbath?” I answered quietly. “Two .45’s.” Johnny snorted in disdain. “I can give you a lot better,” he said with a grin. He stood up and beckoned for me to follow him.

 

He took me out back, where a black SUV was parked. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and remotely unlocked the doors. He opened up the back and pulled out a large duffel bag. He unzipped it and began showing me the contents. “Bullet proof vest, Colt .45 pistol, .50 cal Desert Eagle, a shotgun and a Ruger assault rifle. And all the ammo you could need. Sound good?” I looked admiringly at the Desert Eagle, and silently wondered why there was also a meat cleaver buried in the bag. “Sounds pretty damn good. When and where?”

 

“Easy. Paul has always liked his food, and he likes it more as time goes by. Every day on his to the High Roller, he stops at a little steakhouse. He’ll be there, sure I’m standing here.” I was sizing up the Ruger now. “How many guards?” Johnny shrugged. “Less than two dozen,” he said grinning. “I’d say about five, maybe six.” I picked up the shotgun, admiring it. A fine gun. “Do you want them dead or alive? If you’re gonna take over, whacking Family soldiers may not be good.” Johnny pondered that. “Dead,” he said sadly, “they’re too loyal to Paul. I could never trust them. He’s spent the last twenty years making sure that his guards are unquestionably loyal. Not to the Family, but to him.” I grinned ruefully. “Reminds me of me and you,” I said.

 

“We’ve established where,” I said, after a brief but uncomfortable silence, “now when.” Johnny bobbed his head back and forth, thinking. “He doesn’t keep normal hours,” he said, “he works at night. That’s when we do the most business there. He shows up there for dinner around six, six thirty. Should be dark by then.” Again, I simply nodded. “Is this all me or do you have a driver for me?” “I’ve got a driver for you,” he said, “loyal. To me, of course. His names Michael Molinari, good driver. He can shake any heat you might pick up…unless you f*ck up bad. Any other questions?”

 

I shook my head again. “Nope.”

 

”Good,” Johnny said happily, “now go sleep. Sleep all day if you want, I want you rested. I’ll tell Michael where to find you. He’ll pick you up about a quarter to six. Sound good?”

 

Yet again, I nodded silently. I shook hands with Johnny, but he grabbed me and gave me a hug. “We’re finally gonna make it to the top, Peter,” he said. I smiled, patted him on the shoulder and walked off, back to my motel, duffel bag in hand. It had been a long day. “Not a young man anymore indeed,” I muttered to myself as I unlocked the door to my room. Twenty years ago I could’ve gone days without sleep, eating and drinking and whoring and killing with my friends. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the bed. Those days, just like those friends, were dead and gone, washed away by time and cruel fate…

 

I dreamed again, as I dreamed almost every night. I saw a man. I saw me. On the ground, struggling to sit up against an overturned table. I was obviously in a restaurant. Tables were overturned, and the ground was covered with shattered plates, half eaten food, broken glass, blood, bodies and spent shell casings. I was shot in multiple places, blood oozing out from between my fingers as I clutched one of the bullet holes in my thigh. A Colt .45 handgun, barrel still smoking, hung limply in my other hand. I groaned in pain, barely able to speak. “Pio…Domenic…” And in the distance I heard sirens, the screech of tires and gruff voices outside. A man in blue rushed through the door, but by then my vision was swimming…

 

I opened my eyes abruptly. I felt drained before I’d even fully woken up. I usually felt like that when I dreamed. Unfortunately, I seemed to dream almost every night. I looked at the clock and was amazed I’d slept so late. I had about an hour until this Michael Molinari person showed up. I liked to look my best on a job.

 

After I showered, I put my clothes on again. This was the third day I’d worn them. If Johnny didn’t pay me voluntarily after this, I was gonna have to demand payment. The smell of my socks was getting to me, so I put my shoes on quickly.

 

The clock had just turned to 5:45 when there was a curt little knock on my door. I took the .45 out of the duffel bag and held it close to my side. I opened the door slowly. A small man, no taller than 5’5, appeared in the crack. “Peter Barbieri?” I eyed him suspiciously. “Maybe. Michael Molinari?” The man grinned broadly. “The one and only.” His breath reeked of mint and I noticed he had a Tic-Tac in his mouth. I opened the door and let him in. He noticed the .45 in my hand. “Cautious man,” he said with that same sh*t eating grin. “Glad I’m not working with an idiot.” I nodded curtly and got back to my preparation. I put the .45 in a holster inside my jacket and put the Desert Eagle in a back draw holster. I loaded the shotgun and slapped a fresh clip into the Ruger, put them back in the bag, took out a few clips for the 45, stuffed them in my pockets and zipped up the bag. I looked at Molinari. “You need a piece?” He popped another white Tic-Tac into his mouth and opened up his windbreaker. A .45 identical to mine was in a holster identical to mine.

 

“Sindacco standard issue,” he said. I grunted in minor amusement and picked up the bag. “Let’s go,” I said brusquely. We walked into the parking lot, and Molinari, just like Johnny had done the night before, remotely unlocked a black SUV. The very same black SUV if I don’t miss my guess. I climbed into the passengers seat. For a reason I don’t know, I took the cleaver out of the bag and put it in a pocket inside the jacket, but later on I’d be damn glad I did. He stuck the key into the ignition and were on our way.

 

I looked at the lights of the city as we drove. “Never figured I’d ever work with the Iron Fist of The Sindacco,” he said after a few minutes. I looked over at him. “I’m not the Iron Fist anymore, Michael,” I said, “just a middle aged gangster looking for some cash.” Michael laughed uproariously at that. “Come on, you’re a legend! You knocked off two dozen Leones by yourself! You’re a f*ckin’ beast, buddy.” He meant no harm, but it hurt. “I wasn’t alone,” I said in a voice choked with sadness. “Oh,” was all Molinari said. He knew what that meant. A few minutes passed before he made another attempt at conversation.

 

He pulled his little box out Tic-Tacs out of his pants pocket at a stoplight and offered one to me. I took it. Fresh breath never killed anyone before. I decided I liked Molinari. He was about ten years younger than me, but in this business age isn’t as important as you might suspect.

 

“Here we are,” he said calmly. I felt bad. The restaurant seemed like a fine establishment, shame I would have to sully it’s reputation by whacking a mob boss there. There was a Stretch limo in the parking lot, flanked by several black Admirals. “Paul and his guards,” I muttered. Molinari stopped the car. “I’ll be right here,” he said. “Good luck.” I pulled on my gloves and looked over at him. “Thanks,” I said, “you too.” I started to get out when Molinari grabbed me by the shoulder. “Don’t you want the shotgun? The Ruger?” I shook my head and closed the door.

 

There were two guards out front, and I didn’t know how many men were in the restaurant. I looked pretty unassuming. I walked up towards the door casually. These two guys could look tough to intimidate O’Briens or Triads and the like, but they didn’t scare me. And they couldn’t keep me from entering. I walked up to the door and was within inches when I snapped into action. Even as I went into what seemed like an auto-pilot type of a mindset, I prayed I hadn’t lost any of my moves. I’d worked hard to stay in shape while I was locked up. Now I would see if I had done enough.

 

Quick as could be, my hand reached into the jacket pocket and pulled out the cleaver. Before the guard on the right could even act, I brought it down on him, burying it deep in his head, into his brain. The other guard went for his gun, but I already had mine out. I shoved it into his stomach and squeezed the trigger twice. The man sagged to his knees, his gun falling to the ground. I pulled the cleaver out of the other man’s head and brought it down into the wounded man’s chest, directly into the heart. He sh*t himself as he died. I picked up his gun, a Glock 9mm pistol. The mans gut had muffled the shots, there was nearby traffic and the noises from the inside of the restaurant indicated it was loud in there. No one had heard anything. I took a short, sharp breath, and kicked open the door.

 

Guns drawn, I surveyed the room quickly. Two men in black suits flanked a booth where a plump old man was wining and dining an attractive young woman. Paul Sindacco, without a doubt. Hastily drawing a bead on the two men, I opened fire before they could react. One of the men went down instantly, a round from the Glock hitting him in the neck. He began to gurgle and choke on his own blood. The other one was luckier. I missed him with the first few rounds, and he had a chance to return fire. A bullet grazed by jacket, but by then I turned the Glock on him and fired. A bullet struck his knee, shattering it. He sank to his good knee, and I emptied the Glock into his chest, then tossed it aside,

 

While all this was going on, another one of Paul Sindacco’s guards had overturned a nearby table and was firing at me from behind it, wildly and inaccurately. I fired the Colt at him, again and again, until it clicked dry. I didn’t have time to reload at present. He popped up again, firing at me. A bullet hit the ground by my feet. Dropping the Colt, I whipped the Desert Eagle out of the back draw holster and fired off three rounds at the table. There was no movement, but I couldn’t hear anything over the racket the customers were making. If he’d screamed, I hadn’t heard it. I picked up the Colt and holstered it, advancing on the table, Desert Eagle at the ready. I peered over the table and sure enough, the man had taken a .50 cal round in the head. “Lucky shot,” I said, but I couldn’t hear myself over the screaming customers.

 

Paul Sindacco sat tranquilly as all Hell broke loose around him. The woman he had been with was cowering in fear under the table. I turned the Desert Eagle on him. He looked at me calmly. “I know you. My brother Zanipolo spoke highly of you many years ago. Has Leone finally decided to end it?” He didn’t sound fearful, if anything his voice had a mournful tone, not that of a man who speaks on the brink of death but rather the tone of a man who speaks about dreams he’ll never fulfill. I shook my head at him. He was a good man, by all accounts. In a better world I would’ve worked for him, been his friend. But the world was not perfect, as I’d learned to my grief. “Your nephew sends his regards,” I said icily, in a voice I hadn’t used in two decades.

 

I squeezed the trigger until the Desert Eagle, like the Colt a moment earlier, clicked dry and Paul Sindacco stared through me with lifeless eyes, blood pouring out of wounds in his chest and a hole between his eyes.

 

I reloaded as a precaution. Hastily and on the move, just in case. I almost made it to the door before gunfire erupted to my side. I hit the ground quickly. The last of Paul’s guards, it seemed. I could see a piece of toilet paper stuck to his shoe from where I lay. He was firing his Ingram wildly, cutting down several customers. He stopped before he emptied the clip, damn my luck. He called out, names I didn’t know but no doubt belonging to his dead co-workers. He called out again. “Mr. Sindacco?”

 

I sprang to my feet, nimble as a cat. God, I thought, I really am good.

 

I squeezed the trigger twice, and when I was done, a new body littered the floor.

 

I dashed out of the restaurant and found the black SUV idling in the parking lot. Molinari leaned over and threw open the passengers side door. My dirty khaki pants were splattered with blood. Molinari floored it, a look of stern determination on his face. “So much like Pio,” I muttered sadly under my breath.

 

We were a few minutes away from the restaurant and on our way to one of Johnny’s safehouses when he looked over at my bloodstained pants. He tsked-tsked me. “Got blood on my fine leather appointments,” he said with a grin. The glee of a successful job, the shade of remorse over having killed such a fine man and the callousness of Molinari’s joke and the memories of dead friends all caught up with me, and I laughed like a man possessed for a minute.

 

When I had calmed down, Molinari reached into his pocket and produced a little plastic box with a green label, and held it out to me. “Want a Tic-Tac?”

 

(Edited because I f*cked up and originally put "Cousin" instead of "Nephew" like a dumbass)

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Anyone familiar with my previous stories (eg Sicillian) won't recognise the writing style, and I'm not sure if I'll maintain it, but meh, whatever.

 

Sex Club Seven

 

Chapter 1

 

Day 1: Welcome to Liberty City, a city filled with crime and corruption.

Now welcome to Sex Club Seven, or SCS as I affectionately call it. (Much to Luigi's dismay)

Speaking of that stupid bastard, (Actually, I'd prefer you not print that) he's been giving me all these odd jobs to do. Now I'm not one to complain, but if he has me clean one more toilet I might as well go join the Sindaccos! (Yes Sicillian I'm hacing a go at you.)

 

Day 2: This morning we were sent out by Luigi on orders of the Don to beat some information out of some guy. We didn't learn until later that this guy wasn't the one we were meant to beat up, but everyone makes mistakes. (That we beat up a black guy when the target was white is irrelevant.)

Luigi was pissed off to say the least, so I feel I'm on toilet duty for the next week. I'm beginning to feel that Luigi doesn't like me.

 

Day 3: There was a meeting today, called by Luigi, and he thinks these will become a weekly event. The Lieutenants were even invited, and everyone knows that nobody likes Lieutenants. In the end we agreed that we need to get back to basics. I was wrong about having to clean toilets, and instead got the honourable duty of dish washing!

 

Day 4: Big Jim got out of jail today, and we all met up with him at the park to say hi. Unfortunately, he'd escaped from jail, and the 200 or so of us who'd gone to visit attracted the attention of the local PD. See you in another 10 Jim.

 

Day 5: We went out on the piss last night, to celebrate Big Jim's escape and immediate re-capture. At a local "bar" we were kicked out for unruly behaviour. A few of the lads didn't even have time to get their trousers back on!

A few members of the crew were so drunk, that at the next bar we had to sign their check for them! I won't mention any names, but you try spelling "Vermicellicellitelliminelli" After you've had a few.

 

 

And with that I really must get back to my work.

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The da nang boys - chapter 4

Mr Yong

 

On the next morning I got up early and went out. It was a sunny day but not many people were up so early. I were now the leader of the Da nang boys, finnaly but not all my problems were gone,the triads. I had decided to go to their territory and drive around and see what i could find out. I saw an elegy parked next to the street and of course it was open with the keys there, do people never learn. I wasn’t just going to drive around, I had a target, one of the most respected triads, Mr Yong. Before i left the hospital one of my homies told me he were going to meet some rifas. I parked outside his house and waited i always have hated chinatown and i always will, after 15 minutes he left with one triad. They got in a car and drove off and i started to follow them. I soon found myself in

Bayside marina, now i saw a house with a stallion parked outside and the triads got in, one rifa was standing outside guarding with a combat shotgun. It was still pretty hot even though it were getting late. I sneaked around the house and went to window suddenly i heard a shot, I looked through the window and saw two men coming in ,the men manage to shoot the triad before they got shoot by the rifas, they looked as mafia boys, now i saw that they were only two rifas there. I went to the front and took the dead guards shotgun and went back to the window “ he is dead”one of the rifas stood next to the dead triad. Then i got a perfect plan in my head. I got up and shoot one of the rifas in the arm, he fell down against the wall, i were going to let them think they were surronded. Mr Yong had taken cover under a table which was in the middle of the room. I ran around the house and got on the other side of the house to another window, the last rifa was looking at the first window so i shoot one shot but i missed and the rifa took cover by the table i ran to the door and shoot him right in the head then i took up Mr Yong and pushed him next to the rifa who still were alive even though the shot in the arm. “What were you doing here?” i pointed my shotgun at Mr Yong. “Nothing, nothing”he had trouble finding the words. I wnt to the table and found a list of weapons.

‘”Ohh, so this is nothing” i showed the list to him. Suddenly i heard a car stopping outside.

I went to a window and looked out and i saw three triads with mp5’s coming out of the car, they saw me and started shooting, how the hell did they know what happend. It was dark outside and it was hard to see. I returned their fire and i manage to hit two of them but u couldnt see the third i now noticed that i was bleeding in my arm. Suddenly tha last one opened the door, i kicked him down and pointed my gun at him and i pulled the trigger...CLICK.

 

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The Don’s Revenge

 

Chapter 1: The Anger

 

It started as a normal business day. I drove up into the parking lot in my Mafia Sentinel and got out and unlocked the doors and let myself in. All the employees came in on time as usual (most of them soldiers for the Leone family). We opened our doors at 9 in the morning and that is when the Don came in up in flames. “Quel figlio della femmina di A. Chi l'inferno lui pensa è. Damnit del dio! Im che va uccidere quel poco ni**er!” He was swearing in Italian like he usually does when he is angered. This time it was about the infamous Carl Johnson from San Andreas. I don’t exactly know what CJ did this time, but it put Sal over the edge. The Don picked a table and swiped everything off with one swish of his arm and everything came crashing down. At this moment I knew today would not be a normal business day. I decided to close the Ristorante for the day to see what was up. So locked all the doors and dimmed all the lights.

After listening to the conversation I realized that CJ himself had assassinated one of the Don’s top Generals in Las Venturas. This Generals’ name was Giorgio Leone and it was his oldest son. The son he the Don wanted to head the family after his death, but now that was impossible. After evaluating the Don’s emotions I knew that he was going to do something drastic, but not to CJ himself, but to his friends and family. So with everyone gathered around the table: Captains, Lieutenants, and soldiers alike Don Salvatore Leone officially declared war on the Grove Street Families, and just like that everything that I had seen Sal do in the past years went out the window, because I knew this war would be like no one has ever seen……

To Be Continued

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Part III - To The Victor Goes The Spoils / Calm Before The Storm

 

I laid low for a few days at the safehouse with Molinari after the murder of Paul Sindacco. It was a precaution, there was no heat. However, Johnny called me out after about a week and told me he wanted me with him on his first day in his Uncle Paul’s old office in the High Roller. Thankfully, he gave me some money so I could buy myself some decent clothes. Victim had just what I needed, and as Molinari and I drove to the High Roller, we both admired how damned good we looked in our nice new suits.

 

Paul Sindacco was overly trusting of his family. Not that it was a fault of his, because in all honesty, Johnny was in the wrong on this. In any event, Paul didn’t have any sons and had left his share of the High Roller to Johnny in his will. I didn’t care who was in the wrong on this. I was getting a nice share of the High Roller myself. A drop in the bucket compared to what Johnny had now, but a week earlier I had been wearing the same clothes for days in a row and sleeping in a dingy motel room. I was happier than a pig in sh*t.

 

Molinari and I looked pretty cool in our suits and sunglasses as we pulled up in front of the High Roller and stepped into the midmorning sun. Johnny was drunk on money, power and victory. He was standing outside with his entourage, waiting for us. When he saw us, he flicked the cigarette he’d been smoking into the street, jogged up to me and gave me a hug, congratulating me again and again. Johnny had never been a particularly warm man. Maybe now that he had nothing to be resentful about his kinder side was poking through.

 

We all followed Johnny to his new office and congratulated him on his new position at the High Roller as he sat down at his desk for the first time. Drinks were offered, but I declined on account of the early hour and had a soda instead. Johnny might have the luxury of getting drunk at ten in the morning, but he had a cushy “desk job”. I didn’t.

 

Besides Molinari and Johnny himself, I didn’t know anyone in the room apart from Umberto, who stood off to the side and remained silent like a good bodyguard. I could only assume that the other guys were heads of other crews. A few days ago these men had been Johnny’s equals, maybe even superiors in terms of wealth, but now they were here to be given little gifts in exchange for their continued fealty to the Sindacco Family.

 

He named their rewards one by one. Some received small shares of the High Roller, others received pieces of trades and trafficking Johnny’s crew had been in charge of. But he didn’t split up his crew between them, though. There was still a lot of action going down, and the meat plant was still the center of a lot of it.

 

Finally, he swiveled his chair around to face me. The other men in the room new who had killed Paul Sindacco, and they knew who killed him. None thought it honorable, but given the riches that Johnny promised them when all was said and done, none of them judged him either. And now that their eyes were fixed on me, I could put my fears aside. They didn’t judge me either. That Johnny had had me knock off Paul Sindacco was common knowledge. However, by the same token, it was not spoken of.

 

“And finally, Michael,” he said, “in exchange for all your services now, in the past and in the future, I want you to take over my old crew.” I nodded my head graciously. Johnny stood up and addressed the assembled under bosses. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have some business to attend to, and I’m sure you all do as well. I’ll be in touch, gentleman. Peter, Michael, you stay.” The other men filed out one by one until Molinari and I were alone across the desk, facing Johnny with Umberto remaining motionless to the side.

 

Johnny eyed me suspiciously. “Are you upset I gave him my old crew?” Johnny gestured at Molinari.

 

“Not at all,” I replied. It was the truth. I was better at killing then management. “Good,” Johnny said in a relieved tone, “because I want there to be no conflicts, no disputes and no hard feelings in the future. You’re my most valuable resource right now, Peter, my most reliable soldier and an old friend. I want you to be the Family Hammer.”

 

It was expected. The Family Hammer was, essentially, a Mafia family’s number one hitman. “I’d be honored,” I said nonchalantly. “Good,” Johnny said again, this time sounding more pleased then relieved. “Michael, do you and Peter get along well?” Molinari popped a green Tic-Tac into his mouth. “He’s a helluva guy,” Michael said, Tic-Tac between his teeth, “and a legend.” Johnny looked at me with an inquisitive expression. “I like him,” I said, “young little sh*t that he is.” Johnny looked nervous for a second, until Molinari and I started laughing.

 

“Well I’m glad,” Johnny continued, “because you two are the heart of my plans. Michael, if you’re upset about being given a crew that just got divvied up, I understand that, but hear me out. You’re crew is the smallest now, but will be the biggest by the time we’re done. Do you have the patience to wait for good things?” Molinari nodded. “Sure thing, boss, I’ll take your word for it.” He bit down on the Tic-Tac in his mouth and smiled.

 

“Again, good to hear,” Johnny was bobbing his head up and down, visibly pleased with himself. “Peter, you’ll be the Family Hammer and directly responsible only to me. But I want you to work with Michael and his crew. I know you haven’t been out of the pen very long, do you have a driver’s license?”

 

I finished my soda and set the can down on Johnny’s desk. “Nope.” Johnny shrugged. “Oh well. I’ll have one for you within a day. You remember how to drive, right? I scratched the back of my head, a little unsure. “It’s like ridin’ a bike,” I said reassuringly, “once you learn, you don’t forget. Don’t worry, I won’t bring down any heat doing something stupid like running over Grandma and a Boy Scout while they’re crossing the street.” Molinari found that ridiculously funny, and damn near choked on the new Tic-Tac he’d just popped into his mouth.

 

We shot the sh*t for a bit, but after a while I had Umberto fetch me another soda and decided to get down to it. “So Johnny,” I began unassumingly, “what’s next on the agenda?” Johnny stroked his chin and thought about it for a moment. “The O’Brien Boys,” he said finally. “They’re small on their own, but if we can take over the Emerald Isle and make it part of our empire, we’ll be the strongest force in Las Venturas. Easily.” Umberto came back into the room and handed me a new can of soda. I opened it. “And then what? Las Venturas has generally remained a neutral zone in wars, same thing with Las Vegas out in California. It might be frowned upon if you started a full blown war out here.”

 

Johnny shrugged heavily. “Let them frown, I’ll be in charge of Las Venturas and they can f*ck themselves with their bullsh*t unspoken rules. Owning a few acres of land in this city is more profitable than holding half of Portland back east. Can you imagine what we’ll be capable of if we own it all? We can set up shop in the rest of this state, in LS, San Fierro, we can send guys to Vice City, and even go back to Liberty, and put paid to those Leone bastards. The Leone Family, at the height of it’s power, will look puny and wretched compared to what the Sindacco Empire will look like when I’m done.”

 

I took a drink of soda. “So, how do we go about getting rid of the O’Briens?” “Simple,” Johnny explained, “they’ve only got one source of income outside the Emerald Isle and some stuff here in Venturas. They own a betting shop in LS. If some misfortune were to befall it, that’d cut them down a bit. We’ll start harassing their interests here, and they’ll have no choice but to go outside for help. Patrick O’Brien, their boss, has a brother who’s a boss in the mob in Ireland, his names Sean O’Brien. So, things get tough for Patrick and he goes to Sean for help. Sean’s got money and men to spare, so either he’ll send someone out to meet with Patrick or he’ll come out himself. All this time, since money’s running low, the O’Brien soldiers will get hungry. We buy one and he tells us what we need. Patrick can’t conduct business like that in the casino itself, the cops have too much pressure on the Emerald Isle. He’ll have to meet whoever Sean sends out or Sean himself at another location. Our man inside tells us where, and we give Patrick and his would-be ally a surprise.”

 

It was a good plan. “And how do I figure into all of this?”

 

Johnny tapped his fingers on the desk for a bit, thinking. Finally, he made up his mind. “Ever been to Los Santos?”

Forelli_Boy

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Chapter 5: Knockout

 

Lobby Café, Ocean View Hotel, 13:21 hrs.

"I have been sent before you today to deliver some unsettling news. And that news is..." the southern pastor feigned worry and concern, "...the Devil walks among the people of Vice City!"

 

I grinned up at the TV sets set up in the disceiling corners of the café. I shook my head and continued to mop the floors around the empty tables, weaving between overweight tourists guzzling steak & eggs and health-conscious anorexics sipping on nutrition shakes.

 

"Sure, demons have plagued this city of paradise, tempting poor souls into immoral lives of prostitution, drugs, homosexuality and material excess, but there is always a terrible price to pay for trodding down the path of corruption!"

 

The telecongregation groaned with worry. None of the customers seemed to pay attention, they had plenty of this back where they came from.

 

"Yes, the devil has already started to claim the wretched souls of those who've surrendered themselves to immorality. The murders behind our beautiful hotels are the first signs! The beginning of his harvest of humanity!" he proclaimed, raising his holy book to high heaven to the panic of the audience.

 

I couldn't help but laugh, if only softly. At the fact that this televangelist thought he was onto something.

 

"BUT. As I stand before you today, I offer you a chance to save yourselves from damnation. There is still a chance for salvation, and it's a price you CAN afford to pay!"

 

The congregation roared hungrily as the pastor shifted into that part of the sermon where he asked for 'donations' to his fund. According to local urban legend the only person he saved with that money was himself, paying for his hospital fees after some wacko shot up his limo.

 

But, as before, nobody really cared. After all, this was America.

 

"Frankie, Sonny needs to see you in his office!" the receptionist announced over the intercom. She seemed to have done this so many times it sounded like a recording.

 

Sonny's Office, 13:30 hrs

"Frankie, I'd never thought I'd say this. Things are starting to turn around. We just got offers from a couple nearby hotels for protection, since apparently the PIGs are at a shortage of men from your little escapades." Sonny said it like he meant it but didn't quite like it. I nodded in approval anyway, as he continued.

 

"The bad news is, you're now too valuable an asset for me to let go of. Which means..." Sonny closed his eyes, leaned back and took a frustrated sigh. "You're staying."

 

I smirked, having finally earned some measure of respect from this elder. Not that I didn't have the capability to feel overjoyed at the moment, but I wasn't in the mood to piss him off.

 

Sonny reached into his desk and took out a plain white envelope, sliding it over to me. I picked it up and looked inside, finding my meager pay for the week - in cash - and a ticket to an event at Hyman Stadium.

"Go take the night off. I'd go, but you're the only one I can take my attention off for more than 30 seconds. They're having a sale at the Zip up in North Point too, put on something acceptable."

I raised my eyebrow as I read the ticket - but Close-to-Front Row Seats at Fight Night!? "Heh...Thanks." I smiled softly. I wasn't too inclined toward events involving outright beating, but scoring seats these good didn't come by every day.

"The PIGs are panicked enough that those damned wiggers are gaining confidence. They've even started tagging up our hotels as 'territory' while we set things up. One of their high-rollers is attending this event. Find a way to whack him, follow 'em around if ya have to. You'll know 'em when you see him."

 

I curled a fist as the idea hit me like a slippery fish. No way Sonny would just let me take a night off like this. But then again, there was no way a 'disposable' asset could take out a high-profile hit like this. This was Fight Night, for crying out loud.

 

"All right then. No problem." I muttered.

"Good. Don't start any trouble, y'hear? Now get outta here." Sonny dismissed me sternly before getting down to his paperwork.

 

Hyman Memorial Stadium, 19:45 hrs

The air was charged with hype as crowds turned out for the main event. Gigantic posters featuring the two fighters posed to take each other down draped the stadium. Everyone from basic fans to high-profile celebrities and their respective swarms of paparazzi crowded the single entrance to the event.

 

I grasped my ticket as I got out of the cab and weaved in and out of the crowd, making my way toward the entrance. Dressed in a fairly simple blue long-sleeve shirt, premium jeans, and sneakers, I practially blended in with most of the spectators. A PIG - on actual security detail - halted me at the door.

 

"'Scuse me sir, lemme see yer ticket."

I held up the ticket for the guard to see. He took it and tore off one of the stubs before letting the metal detector paddle loose. I'd left my silenced pistol back at the hotel, taking a nice pair of workgloves in the back pocket and...

 

*BEEPBEEP*

 

"Sir, please empty this pocket."

I dug into my side pocket and withdrew the keys to my hotel room, as well as a small roll of wire. The PIG took them and gave them a brief lookover before handing them back to me. A roll of wire, apparently, was not as threatening as a pointed blade object.

"Okay sir, just go down that way, you'll see a sign directing you to your row."

 

I maneuvered my way down the halls toward my assigned row. About 50 feet from the door I accidentally bumped into the back of what appeared to be a group of about four or five Streetwannabes.

"Ay mayn, whatcho' problem?!" Two of them grabbed me by the shoulders so I couldn't move.

"Just...getting to my seat." I muttered.

Another one snatched my ticket from my hand, showing it to the most blinged-out member of the group. I took a good look at him

"Yo check this out D-Johnny, close-to-front row seats."

"Sheeyet, you lucky punk-ass."

Their leader administered a swift and powerful punch to my gut. I could almost feel my eyes popping out with the blow. I collapsed onto my hands and knees as the laughing Wannabes let me go and made off toward the main event.

"Thanks fo' the ticket, f*g." D-Johnny sneered as he headed toward his seat.

 

To add insult to injury, D-Johnny dropped his old ticket next to me. One for a 'way back' row.

 

The tide of spectators had just passed, allowing me some space to get up. But as I started to get back on my feet, my cellphone fell out of my pocket.

 

JayKay's cellphone.

 

I browsed through its contacts list. DJ's number was there.

 

I waited for D-Johnny and his 'homies' to get into the stadium before dialing, watching until the last one disappeared from my line of sight.

 

It took a few rings before D-Johnny answered, which was understandable given the excited spectators ringside.

 

"Wassup bro!" I tried to feign JayKay's already counterfeit ebonic accent.

"Ay yo JayKay! You alive! Sup, homie!" D-Johnny screamed over the din of the audience.

"Yo, DJ, where you at!? I need a little help!"

"Not now, mayn, the fight's about to start!"

"Exactly, homie! I got a ticket but the f***ing PIG outside won' let me in! I'm bout ready to cap this foo' but I'm not gettin' busted at Fight Night, dig?"

I could hear DJ make a frustrated sigh. "All right, bro. You wait a minute, I'll come out there, see what I can do."

"Fo sho'. I'll be round back of the stadium. Don' wan' no other fight started."

"Peace, bro."

 

I turned around, briskly walking back toward the exit.

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" came a voice from within the stadium as I walked outside the main entrance to the perplexed expression of the security guard that let me in. "Lllllet's get ready to rumblllllllllle!"

 

To Be Continued...

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MI7

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Good story sicillian BRAVO!!! A+

 

BTW kearse to make it easier on you when you update tomorrow if you do get on tomorrow here is what you need to add

 

ThugLife™ - Grey Imports - Russian Mafia

GeneralBBQ - Cipriani’s Ristorante - Leone Family Mafia

 

Forelli Brothers $161 (an inactive in this thread maybe a freeze on the asset before adding the $90)

 

Red Jacks $261

 

Haitans $610

 

Grove Street $270 (Dont think he is active maybe freeze this asset before adding the $30)

 

Ballas $959

 

Vagos $709 (inactive so maybe a freeze on assets before adding the $30)

 

Russian Mafia - Since someone wants this there funds should start coming back when they write their first story for it.

Just wondering, did kearse let you do the grading for him?

 

 

johnson.

johnson.

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Seem's like all teh cool kids are doing this! cool.gif

 

So im up for joining i guess ill take......... The Columbian Cartel's Panlantic Constuction!

MI7

MI7

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sad.gif sorry i havnt done anything yet my internet got dissconected yesterday morning and i didnt get it back till like 20 min ago

 

again very sorry update coming shortly

Dinnae worry man. You haven't missed much.

 

Can I update too for just such occassions?

9jkearse3

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sad.gif sorry i havnt done anything yet my internet got dissconected yesterday morning and i didnt get it back till like 20 min ago

 

again very sorry update coming shortly

Dinnae worry man. You haven't missed much.

 

Can I update too for just such occassions?

actually you would be doing me a huge favor if you graded the stries that havnt been yet...ive got my hands full wiht some stuff, but as soon as thats done this is my #1 priority biggrin.giftounge.gif

 

 

 

Also thanks SlostenRacing for the money thing, i'll look at it soon

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