Build Up Your Gang: Trilogy

[Tril]

THE RULES

 

Main Rules
1:Do not post unfinished 'Ideas'
2:Do NOT use weapons your gang doesn't own
3:You Can NOT kill other writers unless you are in a gangwar
4: Your 'Story' MUST be 5 Paragraphs long atleast
5:Traveling will take money out of your score(Plane Tickets,Cabs,ect...)
6:You MUST have good grammar, unless it's in "QUOTES" indicating someone is talking.
7:Do NOT post plays they will not be graded

 

 

Item Rules
Purchasing:To Purchase a Weapon/Drug/Vehicle everyone in your gang must agree on buying it. Once a Item is purchased it can be used in your gangs stories.
Selling:You can sell Items that your gang doesn't want, once again everyone must agree on it. A Item can be sold to other gangs for any price you want or sold back to Lock-Up. But remember once a Item is sold by your gang it can't be purchased again.
Gang Leader: If you do not feel like asking everyone in your gang for purchasin/selling then they could PM electing you as Gang Leader. Being Gang Leader let's you purchase/sell whatever whenever. But be warned if your gang doesn't like your ways you can be over thrown.

 

 

Gang War Rules

Gang Wars can only be started for solid reasons. Such as your gang was attacked by another gang in your story. In a Gang War you are aloud to kill other writers character. But doing so will take off $15 from you grade. ONE Asset can be destroyed a Gang War. Every member of the gang that is in a Gang War must write a story about the Gang War. During a Gang War you may use the other Gang's Weapons/Vehicles/Drugs. The Gang that earns the most money wins the Gang War.

Asset Rules
Assets can be purchased without approval of others. When a Asset is bought it can be used in your gangs stories. Also when it is bought it must be given a name. A Asset will give your gang a set amount of money each day. If your gang is idle it you will not recieve money, your gang is idle when nobody is active for more than a week.
Protection Ring=$50 a day :Cost $100
Bar=$60 a day : Cost $200
Night Club=$70 a day : Cost $300
Strip Club=$80 a day : Cost $400
Underground Casino=$90 a day : Cost $500
Garbage Company=$100 a day : Cost $600
Construction Company=$150 a day : Cost $700
Radio Station=$300 a day : Cost $800
T.V. Station=$600 a day : Cost $1600

Lab Rules
Labs Can be purchased without approval of others. Drug Labs give your gang a unit of drug a day. And that unit can be used in one story. The use of the unit in the story will remove it from your gang and add it's cost to your grade.
Distillery=Alcohol=$5 Income a sell: Cost $100
Poppy Seed Field=Opium=$25 Income a sell: Cost $250
Marijuana Farm=Weed=$15 Income a sell: Cost $150
Coke Importation=Cocaine=$50 Income a sell: Cost $500
Meth Lab=Crystal Meth=$40 Income a sell: Cost $400

Edited June 30, 2005 by Tril

[Tril]

 

The Gangs

 

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Leone Family Mafia<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Salvatores Mansion=ReDBlAzE=2
Liberty City:Joey's Garage=blk900=1
Liberty City:Sex Club Seven=Snoop Dogg 2005=1
Liberty City:Cipriani's Ristorante=johnson=2
Bad Lands:Chiliad Hide Out=G.StreetOG=0
Las Venturas:Caligula's Place=Bloodstream=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Chromed Shotgun
Vehicles: Mafia Sentinel
Money: $150
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Forelli Brothers<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Marcos Bistro=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Atlantic Quays Warehouse=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Ocean View Hotel=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45.
Vehicles: Karuma
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Triads<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Belly Up Fish Factory=Crazy_Triad_Guy/F-s-X=0
Liberty City:Mr.Wong's Launderette=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Link View Heights=(NONE)=0
San Fierro:Wu-Zi-Mu's Office=(NONE)=0
Las Venturas:Four Dragons Casino=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Baseball Bat
Vehicles: Triads Fish Van
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Diablos<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Hepburn Heights Park=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:XXX Mags=(NONE)=0
SA Country Side:Angel Pine Hotel=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Baseball Bat
Vehicles: Diablo Stallion
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Columbian Cartel<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Les Cargo Ship=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Cedar Grove Villa=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Expresso-2-Go Stands=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Panlantic Constructions=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Aspatria Lock-Up=(NONE)=0
Las Venturas:Finalbuild Construction=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Ingram Mac 10, AK-47
Vehicles: Cartel Cruiser
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Yakuza
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Kenji's Casino=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Hyaku Dojo=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Ingram Mac 10
Vehicles: Yakuza Stinger
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

Up-Town Yardies
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:New Port Penthouse Suite=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Belleville Park=(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Ammu-Nation=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Baseball Bat
Vehicles: Yardie Lobo
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

Purple Nines
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Wichita Gardens West Projects=GTAFool12=5
Weapons: Colt 45., Ingram Mac 10
Vehicles: Hoods Rumpo XL
Money: $145
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

Red Jacks<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Wichita Gardens East Projects=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Ingram Mac 10
Vehicles: Hoods Rumpo XL
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Cortez's Gang<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:Yacht at Pier 2=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45.
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Diaz's Gang<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:Starfish Island Estate=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Junkyard=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Tec-9
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Vercetti Family Mafia<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:The Malibu=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Sunshine Autos=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Kaufman Cabs=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Film Studio=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Print Works=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Tec-9
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Street Wannabes<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:Prawn Island=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45.
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->DBP Security<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:DBP Security=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Starfish Island=(NONE)=0
Vice City:North Point Mall=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45.
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
<!--SS--><!--SS-->Cubans<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:Cafe Robina=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Boat Yard=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Tec-9
Vehicles:Cuban Hermes
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Haitians<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:Little Haiti Pay 'N Spray=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Drug Plant=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Funeraria Romero=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Tec-9
Vehicles:Voodoo
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Bikers<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Vice City:Greasy Choppers=(NONE)=0
Vice City:Howlin' Pete's Bike Emporium=(NONE)=0
SA Country Side:Whetstone 24-7=(NONE)=0
SA Country Side:Trucking Co.=(NONE)=0
Weapons:(NONE)
Vehicles:Angel
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Grove Street Families<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Los Santos:Sweet's House=sean "sweet" johnson=1
Los Santos:The Johnson House=CarlJohnson24=0
Los Santos:Emmets=fear=2
Los Santos:LB's Lock-Up=killer ape=3
Las Ventureas:Four Dragons Casino=Athrazzz=2
Weapons: Knife,Colt 45., Tec-9
Vehicles:Greenwood
Money: $147
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Ballas<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Liberty City:Harwood Bomb Shop=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:Idlewood Crackhouse=Tril=0
Los Santos:Glenpark=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:B-Dups House=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:Pig Pen=(NONE)=0
Los Venturas:The Visage=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Ingram Mac 10
Vehicles:Majestic
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Los Santos Vagos<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Los Santos:East Los Santos Gang House=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:East Los Santos Basketball Courts=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:Unity Station=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45.
Vehicles:Oceanic
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Varios Los Aztecas<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Los Santos:Low-Rider Meet=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:Willowfield Tatoo Parlor=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:Ceasars House=(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45., Ingram Mac 10
Vehicles:Remington
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

Russian Mafia
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Los Santos:Atrium=(NONE)=0
Los Santos:Gray Imports=(NONE)=0
Los Venturas:V-Rock Hotel=(NONE)=0
Weapons:(None)
Vehicles:(None)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->San Fierro Rifa<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count

 

San Fierro:Doherty Crack Lab=(NONE)=0San Fierro:Pleasure Domes=(NONE)=0Weapons: Colt 45.Vehicles:(NONE)Money: $0Assets: (NONE)Labs: (NONE)Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Da Nang Boys<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
San Fierro:Pier 69=(NONE)=0
San Fierro:Easter Basin Docks=(NONE)=0
San Fierro:Cargo Ship=(NONE)=0
Weapons:Ingram Mac 10
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->Sindacco Family Mafia<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Las Venturas:The High Roller =(NONE)=0
Las Venturas:Meat Plant =(NONE)=0
Liberty City:Bitch'n Dog Food =(NONE)=0
Weapons: Colt 45.
Vehicles:Sentinel
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

<!--SS--><!--SS-->O' Brien Boys<!--ES--><!--ES-->
Location:Property=Gang Member=Story Count
Los Santos:Inside Track =(NONE)=0
Las Venturas:Emerald Isle Hotel=(NONE)=0
Weapons:(NONE)
Vehicles:(NONE)
Money: $0
Assets: (NONE)
Labs: (NONE)
Drugs:(NONE)

Edited July 12, 2005 by Tril

[Tril]

The Vehicles&Weapons

 

Weapons=Cost
Brassknuckles=$5
Screwdriver=$6
Hammer=$10
Pool Stick=$10
Golf Club=$15
Night Stick=$15
Baseball Bat=$10
Knife=$8
Cleaver=$7
Machete=$15
Katana=$25
Chainsaw=$25
Colt 45.=$30
Silenced 9mm=$35
Python=$50
Desert Eagle=$50
Tec 9=$45
Ingram Mac 10=$55
Uzi 9mm=$70
MP5=$90
Sawn-Off Shotgun=$30
Chromed Shotgun=$40
Stubby Shotgun=$60
Combat Shotgun=$80
Rugger=$100
AK-47=$125
M-4=$150
M-16=$200
M-60=$300
Mini-Gun=$400
Flamethrower=$300
RPG-Rocket Launcher=$300
Stinger Rocket Launcher=$400
Hunting Rifle=$50
Sniper Rifle=$75
PSG-1=$100
Moltov=$10
Tear Gas=$50
Gernade=$75
Satchel Charge=$100
Thermal Goggles=$75
Night Vision=$75
Parachute=$50
Flowers=$10
Double-Ender=$20
Vibetator=$40
Skateboard=$50

Edited July 2, 2005 by Tril

[Officer Pulaski]

id like to buy the Uzi 9mm and the Cuban Hermes for the Cubans

[Arthazzz]

i hope that pistols will cost atleast 30$

[Tril]

Ahem...

Sorry but all the gangs will start from scratch...

We are starting over...

SO money will have to be re-earned...

[Officer Pulaski]

doesnt look that way to me

[sean "sweet" johnson]

can I get sweets house? TMS

[GTAFool12]

Tril I am proud of you. I can just hope you will have a strong dedication to this thread. I am definitely not doubting you. Good Luck.

 

O yeah, I'll join the Purple Nines.

[blk990]

First of all, how do gangs buy items when they don't start with any money? Anyways, I'll take the Leone Family Mafia, along with and MP-5 and an AK-47. I'll also buy a Buccanear.

[johnson.]

Ya this is Johnson reporting in, ill take Cipriani's Ristorante.

 

And blk900 dont buy anything yet.

[GTAFool12]

You write a story.

[Crazy_Triad_guy]

i worked my ass off with Da Nang boys and now they are back to 0!

 

Well then put me up on Triads and the Belly up fish factory.

[Tril]

UPDATED!

Crazy_Triad_Guy=Belly Up=0 Stories

johnson=Cipriani's=0 Stories

blk900=Joey's Garage=0 Stories

NOTE: How you earn money is by writing stories...Better story=More $$$

sean=Sweet's=0 Stories

GTAFool12=Purple Nines=0 Stories

NOTE:I'm fully dedicated to this I'm on the PC non-stop...

So I can update anytime...

 

Alright people get ta writing...

[sean "sweet" johnson]

The grove street families at sweets house/ the beginning.

 

sweets house, 1989.

 

"Sweet, we need to start selling drugs! the ballas are getting more powerful guns and better vehicles, while we only have 5 colts and a tec-9, which is out of ammo."

"hell no, we don't need that sh*t, we fine."

"how can you say that sweet? 3 more grove street boys were taken down yesterday."

 

little devil, big devil and sweet were all discussing the gang. they were losing more and more GSF by the minute, but sweet disregarded this. he was planning a hit on a dope spot in east Los Santos. He loaded up his Greenwood with 3 more boys, including big devil and little devil and set off towards the spot.

 

they saw the spot, but it was crawling with ballas. "let's go in back and see if there is another entrance, guys!" said sweet. they saw the backdoor only had one balla. Sweet shot the balla in the head and picked up his tec-9. he crashed through the door with a bang and quickly shot the ballas in the hallway. they made their way up towards the stairs and what they saw amazed them.

 

money. piles and piles of money. big and little devil hurried to get a couple hundred, when big devil was shot. little devil shot the ballas on the top of the staircase and went on a rampage. he shot 8 ballas and was holding the one who shot his brother, like a hostage. "This is what you get for shooting my big brother," said little devil, his voice shaking with rage. He shot the balla 5 times in the head and tore off his gold chain. they continued on up the stairs.

 

they saw the leader of the spot ordering the others around. little devil charged in, still with uncontrollable rage, and was shot by the leader. "damn you, little devil!" sweet yelled and went

into a frenzy. he shot the leader and his lackeys until there was no one left except the other fat homie who tagged along.

 

"Sweet, you better let me drive, you'd probably crash into a wall."

"They were stupid, and they got killed because of it."

"That's the way they probably wanted to go, well at least little devil."

"Ok, just let me get their bodies."

 

He went through the place and got their bodies, But he felt he was being watched. He saw a fat person running past him but couldn't make him out. he looked like he was going to take over the spot, and continue the drug production. Sweet just forgot about him, saying he was probably just another balla, and he had to take the bodies out. He loaded the bodies where they were sitting earlier and went home.

 

see if you know where it was and who was teh fat man. TMS

[F-s-X]

i worked my ass off with Da Nang boys and now they are back to 0!

 

Well then put me up on Triads and the Belly up fish factory.

You can replace me with Crazy_Triad_guy. that was my second account but i'm not using it anymore.

[Tril]

Updated:

sean "sweet" johnson=Sweet's House=1 Story

Note:

The story was ok...Not great,Not bad...

But Capitalize man it's your friend...

And it was a little short not exactly five paragraphs...

But for your efforts here's $15.

And it was Pork Chop,Fatman,Gangsta-Wit-No-Bones the one and

only Big Smoke.

[sean "sweet" johnson]

can I buy a knife?

 

and your right TMS

[Tril]

From here on out Updates will come every 5 or more posts.

[blk990]

As Joey looked up from the dark, oil stained insides of a once beautiful Mafia Sentinel, battered and beaten by the Mafia-Triad war, he saw the long-time explosives handyman of the Leone Family standing in his doorway, known on the streets as 8-Ball.

 

"She'll purr again soon enough." Joey said. While doing this Joey glanced at the clock hanging above the garage door. It was 7 A.M., though Joey was used to waking up early and working hard through the day, he seemed irked that someone would bother him this early in the morning, even being a family friend. "What's up?" he barked.

 

"Someone sure did a number on that hunk of junk" he answered.

 

"Used to be Claude's. You know how he is, he trashes everything to get the job done." Claude. He had almost forgot of the stranger that appeared to help The Family in it's greatest time of need almost overnight. He seemed a strange man to him, didn't talk much, almost never slept, and had an itchy trigger finger.

 

"Well, I talked to Salvatore, and he said I could take that off your hands for about $1500, along with the repairs of course."

 

"Why would you need a Family gang car, Eight?"

 

"A new experiment, at Salvatore's request of course."

 

Joey knew what the "experiment" was. Just a week ago, he took an old garbage truck off of his hands for $7500. The next day the Triad Fish Factory lay in ruins. "Fifteen hundred, huh?" He was becoming even more flustered that he wanted to destroy a perfectly good Family car.

 

But just as he was about to say no, he remebered the two other Sentinels being shipped in for massive repairs, mostly bullet holes. The Family had been losing men every day. And the loss of two men high in the rankings a few days before had made it even worse.

 

"You can buy it, it should be ready in about two weeks."

 

"Thank you, Joey"

 

8-Ball headed out the door, and Joey stuck his head back into the car and set back to his work. Outside, the tires of a car peeling out and dogs barking hit his hears. He hadn't been working for very long when one of the Father's street men Joey was familiar with ran in and shouted "Joey, the Cartel has just tried a hit on Luigi."

 

Joey looked up, in-between being stunned and angry. "Call Claude and warm up the dune-buggy. We're gonna ride"

 

 

[GTAFool12]

-Introduction

 

 

I was chillin at my apartment in Wichita Gardens when my phone rang. I was eatin' a sub from the new convenience store on the corner. I picked up the phone.

 

"Who dis?" I asked.

 

"Yo, it's me Blade."

 

Blade was my friend ever since we were kids. He used to live in this same apartment complex. His real name is Fredrick Williams. His gangsta name was born when he was attacked by are sworn enemies the Red Jacks. 5 of them jumped him and he sliced them up within a matter of seconds.

 

"What up Blade, what you need?' I responded

 

"Me and the other OG's are having' a meeting. Your important to the nines so we need you down here pronto."

 

"Alright Blade I'm on my way."

 

I hung up and walked out my apartment. I thought what could Blade want? As I took the elevator down to the bottom floor, I thought about the Red Jacks vs. the Purple Nines. We used to mess with drugs and other sh*t. Me, Blade, and some other OG's weren't for that sh*t. I don't know what’s been goin down lately with our homies on the streets I thought as I began walking to Blade's. I've been tryin to stay outta trouble. I arrived at Blade’s Apartment. I took the stairs up to his floor. I knocked on the door and was immediately greeted by Blade.

 

“ Come in. We need to talk.”

 

I walked in and saw 3 of the other OG’s at a fold out table playing cards. I walked by and did the Purple Nine secret handshake. They were Haze, Jaw, and Bill Cash. I sat down on Blade’s couch and we all diverted are attention to him.

 

“I’ve called you all here to let you know something.” He stated. “We are losin influence in Liberty. Yesterday as some of you already know, a fight broke out in the park. The old leader of the Purple Nines, Trigger, was killed. He did drugs and influenced the other nines to do it to. I’m not for that sh*t. Drugs F*ck you up real bad. They’ve been pumpin drugs into us then cappin our Asses. We’re gonna take the streets back.”

 

“Yeah!” we all replied.

 

“ No more drugs, except Haze since his Marijuana is prescribed.”

 

“Hell yeah!” replied Haze.

 

“Everyone get strapped and let’s get out there and show that from now, the Purple Nines mean Business!”

 

“ Where are we goin.” I asked.

 

“Hunting for some Red Jack Bustas.”

 

 

 

 

-Chapter 1: Back to the Streets

 

We stepped out the apartment and walked out onto the streets. It was a cold day. We all looked at each other to see if we had our mac 10's ready. We had to walk there since at the moment the Purple Nines were poor. We headed down east. We all looked over the bridge we were walkin down and spotted some Red Jacks hangin out down the street from here, near the park.

 

Blade looked at me and said, “ You know what, I just remembered something.”

 

We all responded, “What?”

 

“James doesn’t have an OG name.”

 

I blushed a little bit.

 

Jaw butted in and replied, “Well he hasn’t been that loyal to the nines.”

 

“Jaw shut the f*ck up, the only reason you have a gangster name is because you talk so much sh*t.” I responded coolly.

 

“Alright Chill.”

 

We spotted our enemies down the street. Blade told us we were just gonna walk up and ice them. I studied the Red Jacks. They thought they were the sh*t. I saw a Red Jack reach in his pocket and take out his cell phone. They chatted for a while as we slowly approached. He hung up and pointed into the park and they walked into it.

 

“Damnit,” Blade said. “Oh well, let’s go follow them in there. Probably gonna sell some weed. Let’s go.”

 

Nobody ever disagreed with Blade. No one really feared him, but we give him a lot of respect. I counted how many Jacks we were following. 1,2,3,4…5. Yeah, 5, we could take them. I squinted hard to see what gats they were using. Looked like some sort of pistol. We had Ingram’s. We would dominate these busta’s.

 

We were almost there. I checked the sky. It was getting late. We decided to wait 5 minutes before we continued following them. A minute of silence had passed and I decided to ask Blade a question.

 

“So Blade, what do you think my gangsta name should be?”

 

“ I don’t know.” He replied. “I’ve been thinking on that for awhile now. Anyways let’s go blast these fools. I can’t wait.”

 

We continued in there. Haze whispered to us his plan. He immediately spotted them sitting down at the picnic bench. He whispered we get close to them, when we get their attention we say some gangster sh*t, and then ice them. Sounded like a good plan. I glanced over at the other homies. I noticed Jaw break a sweat. He never was a public speaker but he got his name for talking sh*t to the Jack’s. We stepped up to their table. It was really dark out and we could barely see each other. Jaw stepped forward pointed his gun and opened his mouth to say something. The Red Jack’s scrambled backwards frightened.

 

“Mark Chump.” He Chuckled. “This what happens when you mess with da Purple Nines, bitch!

 

The rest of us raised are guns in unison and opened fire. Our gunshots lit up the area. We heard a Rumpo Hoodz XL roar and turn the corner.

 

“sh*t, Take Cover, DRIVE-BY!” Haze screamed.

 

I ran over to the table and flipped it over and took cover behind it. Blade hid with me while Haze strafed behind trees firing. Blade and me were shooting over the table. 3 Red Jacks came out the back of the Rumpo and opened fire. I spotted Jaw walking up from my left side. Shells were falling to the ground like rain in a storm. He yelled loudly and fired. Me, Blade, and Haze continued firing at the van. From the corner of my senses I heard a click, click. The Rumpo was smoking. A remaining Red Jack shot at Jaw.

3 shells fell to the ground. We all stared in horror as Jaw fell to the ground and grabbed his left arm. I jumped out from behind the table and opened fire. I wasn’t quite sure if I unloaded 50 bullets into him or just 3. I don’t even think he would now. He dropped to the ground in a flat second. Just then I realized Blade and Haze just about to light up the truck.

 

“Wait! Don’t shoot the truck. We need one witness to tell them Jacks that were back. I went over to the truck and ordered Blade and Haze to help out Jaw. I walked over to the driver’s door and pulled out the Jack. I kept my gun pointed in his face the whole time. I stripped his gun from him and threw it over in Blade’s direction. I pushed him this time with the gun in the back.

 

Blade was holding Jaw up and said, “We have to get him to a hospital or something.”

 

I pushed the Red Jack to Haze and said, “Watch him, I’m gonna go see if the Van works.”

 

Haze started saying sh*t to the Jack. Probably making fun of him. I went up to the drivers’ door and reached in getting ready to give it a test and then scoop up Jaw. I peeked my head in and noticed in the back a Red Jack sitting there pointing a gun at me.

 

“ Oh sh*t!” I screamed as I jumped back from the car. I thought fast and lay to the ground and rolled underneath the van. My heart beat faster as I heard the Jack moving slowly. Blade yelled to me asking what the hell I was doing. I reached my hand out the front of the van and made the hold on a second sign. I looked down to my feet where the back of the car was. I saw two feet touch down on the ground and begin creeping towards the passenger side of the car. Within 5 seconds the Red Jack had made vision contact with the rest of my crew. Blade was holdin Jaw and couldn’t wield his gun. Haze took his hostage and stepped forward.

 

“ Don’t move one step or I’ll ice your homie,” Haze yelled.

 

“ Let go of my homie or I’ll light up your blood spilled friend and that mark-chump over there,” The Jack yelled back.

 

He was foot away from the side of the van. I knew Haze and the rest of my homies knew my plan. I slowly pointed my gun out from underneath the van. They continued to yell back and forth at each other telling one another to surrender. My arm was just about fully extended. Haze saw it and said, “ Don’t look down now.”

 

“ What the f*ck you talking abo-.” As the Jack said that I unloaded in him. His body was sprayed with bullets and flew back. I rolled out and picked up the dead Jack.

 

“Nice work guys. The bastard never saw it coming.” I spoke to them, “Now lets get outta here.” I said as I threw the dead Jack into the near water. We all got into the van. First I checked the back to see if anyone was still hiding. I got in and helped lift Jaw into the van. He wasn’t that heavy. Haze and his Red Jack hostage followed in after me. Blade shut the door and said he would drive. He hopped in the front and started off fast before we knew it we were out of the park.

 

“Haze what are we doin with him?” I asked.

 

“I’ll drop him off right at the territory border, the bridge.”

 

We approached the bridge and Haze kicked open the back door of the van. We were about halfway up it and Haze said to his hostage, “ Tell your busta Red Jack friends that the Purple Nines send their regards, bitch,” He kicked him out the back and slammed the doors shut.

 

“Next stop,” Blade said, “Hospital.”

 

 

We arrived at the hospital 5 minutes later and Haze and me carried Jaw in. Blade ran to catch up with us as we rushed through the halls of the hospital. Blade yelled to doctors to get out the way. We brought Jaw into the E.R. and placed him on a bed. Surprisingly Blade knew where the E.R. was. 5 doctors immediately rushed to Jaw and began working. One doctor ushered us out of the room.

 

We sat in the waiting room for a long time until a doctor came out and said, “He’ll be fine in about 3 days. We are taking a bullet out of his body right now so you might want to come back tomorrow to visit.”

 

“Yes, sir.” Blade said.

 

We got up and stepped outside.

 

“What a wild day.” I said.

 

“Ah this sh*t isn’t that bad. You got to remember that we go through sh*t like this almost every day.”

 

Blade was given us a ride home in the Rumpo. He mentioned about dumping this thing later because it was scrap. We were almost to my apartment when Blade spoke up.

 

“Hey James. I’ve decided on your OG name. How about Ghost.”

 

I liked it. I nodded my head in approval and responded. Apparently Haze liked it to and commented on it and smiled. He pulled into my lot and dropped me off. He told me that we would be working on some organized sh*t tomorrow. As I walked to my Apartment I remembered how Blade as a kid always believed in self-improvement. He hasn’t changed much on that aspect. I stepped into the apartment, it was dead quiet. I went to bed because it had been a tough day. I went to sleep with the thought in my head that my homies always got my back.

 

 

End

 

Edited July 3, 2005 by GTAFool12

[killer ape]

um....can i join grove street?

[CarlJohnson24]

I wanna join GSF again and want The Johnson House.

[xxnofear617xx]

i love this topic lol its a great idea, good job...

[G.StreetOG]

GSF

 

emmets lock up(or whatever it's called)

[G.StreetOG]

i'll just post this now, even though i ain't been added, this is my characters and first story

 

 

 

 

Name: Ray "Rass" Smalls AKA Me In Story

Background: 21 year old Ray grew up in Glen Park with his older brother Bryan "Meth" Smalls, and his mother, ray never knew his father until the age of 19, who he doesn't see often. He is a member of the notorious gang Grove Street Families. Ray served time in the state penitentiary with his lifelong friend Charles "Ya-Ka" Jones for man slaughter after an incident which involved joy riding, leading too the pair striking a civilian from the road, who later died in hospital. The pair were given a sentence of 3 years, the sentence surprised the media and local community leading to speculation of corruption.

 

 

Name: Charles "Ya-Ka" Jones

Background: 22 year old Charles was raised in Ganton with his brothers and 2 sisters, he was jailed for man slaughter for 3 years. Ever since Charles has been known to use crack cocaine on a regular basis. When a child he was known to be a bully victim which lead to him joining Grove Street Families for protection, after joining he embraced his gang lifestyle and is thought to have been responsible for the killing of around 6 people, this without conviction.

 

 

Name: Bryan "Meth" Smalls

Background: 24 year old Bryan has been a member of Grove Street Families since the age of 13, this leading to his younger brother Ray taking a similar path. At the age of 15 he was thought involved in an incident involving the killing of 10 rival gang members (The Balla's) yet this case remains unsolved. Bryan is thought to be involved with Drug Smuggling although this is not confirmed as the Grove Street Families activities are not known to be in this area.

 

 

Name: Darryl "Daz" Young

Background: 25 year old Darryl was raised in Glen Park by his mother and father. Darryl was convicted of rape at the age of 17 and was sentenced to 4 years in jail despite the lack of evidence held by the prosecution, this decision was appealed by the defence, but this appeal was denied.

 

 

Name: Camron "Cam" Johnson

Background: 21 year old Cam is the cousin of senior members of the Grove Street Families, Carl Johnson and Sweet Johnson, he was raised in ganton by his father, his mother died while giving birth to his younger brother Malcolm aged 14. Camron was brought in to the gang life by his cousins and peers, but was thought to speculate over his involvement with the gang after the departure of his cousin Carl Johnson to Liberty City. After this Camron himself moved to Las Venturas for a spell of 4 month where he was thought to be working in a Clucking Bell in the north of Venturas. He then returned to Los Santos and to his Gang Life where he is thought to be involved in many criminal activities such as Grand Theft Auto.

 

 

Chapter 1 - Getting Things Done

 

“aaaaah, yo man what the f*ck”

 

The sun hit pierced eyes through the window like a knife, it was my brother Bryan, he was already up and dressed and had opened the curtains.

 

“ey yo, get up man, we gotta go over to sweet’s crib for a meeting”

 

“what the f*ck for nigga, naw, f*ck dat sh*t I'm gettin some sleep”

 

“you f*ckin’ stupid? i said get up all the homies goin over there, and we need a couple of niggas to keep guard outside, the ballas probably know we all gon be in there, so we need lookouts, you, ya-ka and cam are gonna keep watch while me and daz go in and talk to sweet and smoke and all them, we gotta discuss business, you know we be holdin things down over here in glen park and they holdin things down at the grove we all got jobs to do Ray, we all gotta do our part for the families, now get up, don’t make me ask you again”

 

“ok, ok bitch, am up”

 

Meth went downstairs and i heard my homeboy Ya-Ka, he’s been my friend ever since i can remember, we’ve done time together, been through it all, i heard the creaking of the front door again then i heard more voices it was cam and daz. I stood up and put on my green khakis, black hoody and green rag to the front. i walked down stairs and greeted my homies.

 

“ok then lets go do this sh*t, i’m hungry anyway, i’m sure smoke’ll be packin some food” i laughed.

 

we all laughed then made our way out the door to daz’s greenwood.

 

“new rims homie??” i asked

 

“oh yeah for sure son, 20’s aaaaaaaall the way” daz laughed arrogantly

 

“man shut up you know they 10’s” i ridiculed

 

“nigga get in the car, always talkin sh*t!” daz shouted, while me and cam touched hands in victory.

 

Once we were all in daz took off over the bridge of glen park, and turned the radio on, it was 10am so julio g was bumping the freshest tunes hot from the studio.

 

“hey meth so why we goin’ over there anyway, we got real business goin down??” cam asked.

 

“nah, we goin over there for a all out barbecue nigga, the honeys will be swarmin’ and the food’ll be the sh*t” meth said enthusiastically.

 

“hey wait a minute, you told me we was goin over there for official families business!” i shouted.

 

“naaaaaaw nigga, i just said that to get yo’ lazy ass up” he laughed

 

“all you would have had to say was food and i’m there”

 

“aight nigga, then you in fo’ a treat”

 

we pulled up in to grove street, the street was filled with homies and cars, and the women were all over there was a car space left and we filled it, Big Smoke was manning the barbecue, we got out the car, walked out and ran hastily over to smoke while the rest of the them went and greeted the rest of the GSF OG’s.

 

“hey smoke, hook me up with some food” i said

 

“hey wasup Rass, here my brother this is one of my patented smoke burgers” he said laughing

 

I grabbed the burger and took a large bite.

 

“aww man, that’s sh*t’s good, how you m............”

 

before i could finish a fellow grove street member shouted loud on sweet, and ran up and gave him cellphone, i walked over and signalled smoke to do the same. When we made it over the road sweet was talking on the phone and had a smile on his face, i shook hands with ryder and cj, and gave sweet a nod to acknowledge him, and he gave one back and kept on talking, while we all had our eyes glued to him. We all had a feeling it was something big.......

 

“uh hu................what they doin??.......................so they all there right now???...................how many???.............................they strapped??..................................damn...........................ok we’ll get over there and blast them fools now”

 

“hey sweet what’s goin’ down???” cj asked

 

“ok homies there’s about 15 or 20 balla’s getting ready to jack some truck over in east beach, full of straps or something, come on we gon go over there and blast on those pussy’s, and if we can get those straps. ok CJ drive, and smoke and..............cam you ride with me and CJ, Daz you and meth ride in your whip”

 

“ey yo Rass, Ya-Ka you ride with me niggas, we gon show these niggas who’s gangsta” Ryder said in his usual tone

 

we all got in our respective rides and skidded out of grove with haste, as we were flying down grove street rider slowed down.

 

“yo Ryder what you doin??” ya-ka asked

 

“nah nigga, we gotta get ourselves some gangsta music goin while we ride, it’s essential nigga”

 

“come on man we don’t have time” i said

 

“ok nigga, be a bust” he said resetting his hands on the wheel

 

we soon caught up to the others by time we hit east beach, we all dragged up the main road in tandem, as we got closer we saw a truck with a Mexican at the wheel and around 4 balla cars around it sweet shouted and told us all to drive by the fools. The other two cars went either side of the truck and gunned down around 4 ballas, we were at a dead stop, Ryder was loading his gun.

 

“nah nigga, you drivin, let us do the shootin, you concentrate on the road” i shouted

 

“no f*ckin way, I'm baggin me some balla’s mutha f*cka” he said ignoring my pleas

 

“damn” i said

 

About 5 balla’s started running toward the car, before they could let off any round the other 2 cars came by and gunned them down, and i heard Meth shout “blast niggas, what you doin” i looked back and saw them skid round and come back for another go.

 

“f*ck this, I'll drive” i said

 

before i could set off Ryder jumped out the car and took out 4 more ballas, one was still alive and Ryder ran and kicked him in the head.

 

“Ryder watch the f*ck out!!”

 

about 3 balla’s got ready to shoot Ryder but before they could Ya-Ka got out of the car and sprayed them with an AK again one was still alive so i slid my hand out the side window and shot him in the head, his dropped. There was 3 balla’s left and they ran and tried to get in one of their cars but before they could set off CJ pulled up in front of the car and dragged out the driver, i ran up and shot the one in the back while Meth got out and shot the remaining balla in the passenger seat the one balls laying on the ground was pleading for his life we all got out and pointed our guns at him, he knew his fate, almost at the same time we shot him. Sweet got all our attention and started conducting our actions.

 

“ok Daz you’re the driver here, get that grease ball Mexican outta that truck and take it to Emmett's lock up, CJ you go with him, and the rest of us let’s go back to the grove and get our party on”

 

Daz and CJ got in the truck and chucked out the driver, and drove off while we all headed back to the grove..............

 

 

 

 

[Arthazzz]

GSF - 4 dragons for me please

here's my intro:

The 4 Dragons Cazino

 

teh intro

 

 

Arthazzz is the name. 25 year old guy who lives... well... lived in Vice, till my garage burnt down along with my home, money & business. The only things I got left where my Greenwood & colt.45 with 3 bullets in it.

I decided to pay a visit to my cousin & see if he'll help me. Carl Johnson, he lives in Los Santos, Grove street...

I didn't have any money & sh*t for a plane ticket so i thought to my self: why not steal a plane? The airport isn’t that well guarded, so i could easily steal a plane. I took my car & left at night. I broke in & headed to the closest hangar with the front gate on my bumper.

Unfortunately the brakes where out so i had to bail out & my car crashed. Anyway, I found a dodo there, got in & took off...

I was almost in Los Santos, but something went wrong with the engine & it started to burn.

 

"Man this is a one sh*tty day"

 

i thought to my self, than I took the parachute & jumped. But than another sh*tty thing awaited for me - the parachute was stuck.

 

"OH sh*t NOT AGAIN!!!!!"

 

I shouted. Good thing I landed on water, than again, where the f*ck was I? I got out of the water, the place looked like the countryside. I went to the road & tried to stop some vehicles & ask for a lift. But no one stopped... After the fifth try I decided to stop one the hard way. Once the other car approached me, I jumped on it's roof saying:

 

"oh no you don’t!"

 

but the car headed down the hill & I was forced to jump...

There was nothing else left to do, but to go on foot.

After five, no wait - six... whatever, after a long time I finally reached Los Santos.

Tired & thirsty I finally reached CJ's house. He was outside, talking with Ryder, than he approached me:

 

“Arthazz? What are you doing here?"

 

"I had some trouble with my business, I lost everything & now i need your help"

 

"sure, this guy, Woozie, he has a cazino in LV, he probably can get you some work"

 

"Great"

 

"c'mon let's go inside & have some beer"...

 

Sorry, it's kind of short, but it's only an intro, & i did'nt have much time

Edited July 3, 2005 by Arthazzz

[Tril]

UPDATES!!!

 

blk900:

Good first story...Nothing really to comment on...

Can't wait for your next one...Have $25.

 

GTAFool12:

Damn that was good...Story count a 2 and earned $20&$30!

 

G.StreetOG:

It was ok...Plz capitalize in the future...Story count up

1 and earned $15.

 

Athrazzz:

3Z'z...Uh anywayz Emmet's has been taken...Unless you

and G.StreetOG wanna share it...You'll have ta pick something

else...I'll grade your story when you make a decision...

 

killer ape:

LB's Lock-Up...

 

And I am taking over the Idlewood Crackhouse Ballas Turf once

again...If someone could grade my stories that'd be cool...

 

@xxnofear617xx:

Thanx

[GTAFool12]

-Chapter 2: Interrogation

 

 

Once again I was in my apartment and I heard the phone ring. I was watching Liberty City Survivor when I was interrupted. I answered the phone and to no surprise, it was Blade. We exchanged greetings and I asked him why he called. He told me of the Red Jacks drug business. He told me he wanted to know more. So did I. I sent my good-byes and hung up. I turned my TV and went into my bedroom. I put my purple nine attire on and then grabbed my Ingram Mac 10. Compliments of Blade for putting in work for the nines. I put it in between my belt and my pants. I loved the cold feeling when I gripped my gat. It made me feel powerful. I thought about all this as I headed out my apartment. I never did anything under our previous leader. He pushed drugs onto us. Blade on the other hand was against drugs, is a strong leader, and is my friend. I stepped out the apartment and felt a bit cold.

 

I looked around for some Red Jack dealers. Usually in the park you would find some Jack drug dealers, but it is commonly known that you never return to the scene of the crime. I figured I would at least head into their territory. I walked to the bridge and started to head down it. That’s when it hit me. Underneath the bridge is one of the underground drug dealing areas it is almost like a market. It is also only Jack dealers because they scare the other dealers away. I stepped over to a payphone right at the bridge and inserted money. I punched in Blade’s number while checking the area underneath the bridge. Two Red Jacks were selling to a fairly old man. I chatted with Blade and asked him to wear plain clothes and bring two plain shirts. I hung up and went to a nearby bench to wait.

 

Blade walked up carrying two bags. His shirt was deep black and from his approaching point I couldn’t see one spot of purple. He walked up to me and greeted me. I responded to his greeting with a question.

 

“Are you strapped?” I asked.

 

“Yeah. Lets go capture these fools.” He responded.

 

We headed over to the drug pushers. They came up to us as if they were car salesmen. They used lingo that was code for drugs. I looked at Blade and we nodded. We whipped out or Mac 10’s and pointed them at our foes. Blade yelled at them and ordered them to put the clothes on. They did and we decided to comment. The clothes were cheap clothes obviously from a Binco. They looked so weird I nearly laughed.

 

“You guys look like… what do they look like Ghost?” Blade said.

 

“Like a couple of dorks.” I responded laughingly.

 

We ushered our new captives to the road. We threatened them and they didn’t respond. I knew that was a bad sign. We pushed them all the way to Haze’s Apartment. He lived in a crappy apartment. The windows were shattered and when you looked at it from the outside, you could taste the bile in your throat. But little did people know Haze’s apartment was the nicest. It was the one of four penthouses in that apartment. Jaw lived in the other one of those apartments. We walked inside the apartment and went straight to the elevator. When we arrived at Haze’s apartment he greeted us in. I assumed Blade had forwarded the news to Haze since there were already two chairs and handcuffs near the window. Haze set them in and placed them near the windows. A short silence fell and then the interrogation began. Haze questioned them intensely about their drug business. I went up to the man on the left’s chair. I looked out the opening where a window should be.

 

“Wow. This is really high up. Good thing there is a dumpster down here Haze. That way you can throw pieces of sh*t out the window and they will land where they belong.”

 

Haze asked him the question about their so-called Marijuana farm.

 

“Where is it?” No response. “WHERE IS IT?” The man stayed silent.

 

Haze grabbed the legs of the chair and flipped him out the window. I didn’t bother to look but the crash sounded like it hurt. Now Haze looked to the remaining dealer. He asked softly where it was. The dealer chokingly spit out the words Back O Beyond, Whetstone, San Andreas. I knew where that was. Too far away.

 

Blade and I told Haze we were gonna leave. Blade urged him not to kill our captive. He said we would need him later. I agreed and we left. Blade and I split up. I went to a sub store to get a sub while Blade decided to go home and think up some scheme. I went to a brand new 24-7 in our neighborhood to get a sub. As I ate it I realized the fact that the Purple Nines needed a better cash flow. Our bogus 9 to 5 jobs don’t cut it for a gangster and we can’t rely on street soldiers to steal our money. We needed something new. I ate my delicious sub and continued walking around Wichita Gardens.

 

 

End

Edited July 3, 2005 by GTAFool12

[Arthazzz]

ok than I'll take the 4d cazino, but wait, why does it belong to triads too?