BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[eyeswideshut]

i'll deff be active i've got a whole bunch of story ideas and im ready to start writing so my first story will be up by later tonight

[johnson.]

Hmm i'll try and get back into this, i won't be grading my stories or anything like that just want to boost the activity.

 

Panlantic Construction Co. (Part 1)

 

Moving from Las Venturas was hard. I mean im the new kid in town, where I came from. It was all about money, cars and women. My dad owned a garage down near the main strip. So I basicly grew up around cars. I watched my dad and even helped the old guy around his shop. Helped the mechanics around the shop change the oil, rotate tires you know small jobs like that. When I got into highschool, I heard of local street races going on around my neighborhood. So naturally out of curiostiy I check out the racing scene and got hooked in. Every Friday and Saturday, id be down checking out who was racing who, who bought what, new cars. And quickly i was learning about all diffrent types of races, from Drag to Sprints, Circuts to Bouncing competitions. I was mostly interested in Drag racing. I got my first taste of racing when I got my drivers license the first night I got it, I got pulled over for speeding. Night after I won my first race. And soon I built a reputation, and from all the winning I bought my first car. A 2002 Jester, I began throwing mods on it, Turbo, Nitro, Paint Jobs, Interior and sound system. It was my favorite car, all I ever did was drive it when I got the chance, after school, during lunch, in the morning. But soon enough I began getting in trouble with the law. And one day I had to leave town, for good.

 

I pulled up to this 1996 Uranus, it looked like everyother car I raced so I began to feel as if I already won, and soon my cockyness got to me. As the drag began, and I was hitting speeds of 178 miles per hour as i checked my rearview red and blue lights began flashing. So I swung a hard left gliding around the corner with a loud scream of burning tires. Squad cars began joining the persuit, and for some reason I knew this time I wouldin't get away so I only knew of one last tactic, nitro. I flipped the switch and hit the red button on the steering wheel. I was hitting speeds of 210 now and my car was going on max speed, I looked to the back to check to see if they where still behind me a red elegant was backing into the middle of the road. And for a last resort i slammed the brake and pulled on the emergency brake and turned the steering wheel. But it was no good I was heading straight for the car, I hit the car on the passenger side with such force that my car flipped over it on contact my front end was totalled and the metal hanging off the car grinded the car to a complete stop. I was badly hurt and dazed beyond all belief. I knew I had to get out of there quick. So I jumped out of the burning vehical and began to run but could barely even walk let alone run so I limped as quick as i could away from the scene.

 

I began searching for the nearest pay phone and called my best friend Brian. Brian picked me up and asked what happend, I awnsered all his questions. He asked me what I had planned next, I told him I was leaving the state. We began to approach my house when we pulled around the corner, squad cars where scattered all over the front of my house. We quickly turned back and headed towards the airport.

 

"hey Nick, your gonna need a new pair of clothes man" Brian asked

"Yea I know but I have nothing, you saw the cops back there at my house" I replied

"Here put this on" Brian replied handing me a pair of Jeans and a White t-shirt

 

We pulled into the airport parking lot and I stared at Brian.

"Yea man, I guess im going to Liberty" I told him

"You think your going alone?" He replied

"Uhhh, yea" I said

"Man, me and you, we are like brothers. Even though you are a cock white boy and im a charasmaticly outgoing black kid, even if we are diffrent colour, your my bestfriend, my brother." He said

"Besides, I got family down in Liberty they would be happy to have me" He stated

"Mehh you got a point man, alright lets go. And uhh take the plates off your car" I said getting out of the car

 

The plane touched down, Briand and I walked outside into the fall Liberty City air.

 

"Where to now?" I asked

"Staunton Island" Brian Replied.

 

Now thats just a opening to many more chapter of illegal street racing.

 

Hope you guys injoyed it.

[eyeswideshut]

you should get someone to do it for you that way all the stories will get graded oh and nice story

[eyeswideshut]

 

 

 

The Sindacco Family

 

..: Introduction :..

 

..: The Sindacco Family :..

The Liberty City Sindaccos operate out of the seedy Red Light district and are perhaps the

most powerful of the three crime families. In the early 90s the Sindacco family acquired a

massive fortune through the casinos of Las Venturas have begun sending money back

home to expand the family business in Liberty City and compete with the Leone family for

Italian mob dominance. The Sindacco's have their eyes on the lucrative drug and casino

businesses of Liberty City, even starting their own casino/bordello called the Doll's House

on the outskirts of Hepburn Heights. They continue to funnel money from Las Venturas to

support the takeover of Leone turf and business in Liberty City.

 

 

..: Paul "Paulie" Sindacco :.. Age: Unknown

Head of the Sindacco family interests in Liberty City, Paulie Sindacco is rarely seen. Because

of this he has become known as "The Invisible Don", and spends a great deal of time traveling

to and from Las Venturas where many of the main Sindacco holdings are located. He entrusts

Sindacco affairs in the city to his brother, Vincent, who runs operations for him exactly as he

wants him to run...or else! Those that don't fall in line with Paulie's views or that don't know'

their role and overstep their boundaries are given one way tickets to the bottom of the river.

With Paulie being out of Liberty City so much, he finds that this "do or die" approach keeps his

men in good order.

 

..: Vincent "Vinny" Sindacco (Me) :.. Age: 24

Paulie Sindacco's brother and Underboss, he is the face of the Sindacco Family in Liberty City.

Anywhere you hear the Sindacco name Vinny is close-by. When Paulie is handling business in

Las Venturas Vinny runs the show. Started out as a drug dealer until he reached 18 then he

started to move up in rank until he got where he is today. In charge of running the Bitch'n Dog

Food Company that Paulie purchased a couple months back. Isn't the short-tempered, hot-headed

person the Paulie is, he has a more laid back approach to things which usually gets him in trouble

with his brother. But, don't think this guy is a pushover either, if you aggravate him you'll either end

up in a hospital bed or dead, it depends on what kind of day he is having.

 

..: Thomas "Tommy" Sindacco :.. Age: 22

Not much is known about the youngest of the Sindacco brothers except that he is in charge on doing

the dirty work. He operates out of his house in the Red Light District, any job you want you'll want to

go to him. He is always in full command of the drug business, he knows everything about the biz so

don't try to pull a fast one on him or you'll end up a hood ornament for his new car. He has quite the

short-temper and will snap in a matter of seconds.

 

..: Liberty City :..

Introduction, Portland, January 6, 2001

 

*ALARM CLOCK BUZZING*

 

I sit up from bed and look around for a brief second before hitting the snooze button on my alarm.

I fall back down onto the mattress and lie there for a few minutes but can't seem to fall asleep again.

I guess you can say I was forced to get up and greet the day, although I wasn't looking forward to it

after what happened last night. I get up and head to my closet where I throw on a pair of sweat pants

and a white t-shirt that I bought a few days ago. I head over to the window and flung open the curtains,

to my surprise I wasn't blinded by the Portland sun which usually catches me off guard every morning.

My eyes, barely open, looked outside to check my surroundings, the streets were already buzzing with

the usuals - pimps, hookers, drug dealers, and the occasional good citizen. They lined the street like they

were waiting for the Thanksgiving Day Parade to coming roaring down the street.

 

Portland is the industrial zone of Libetry City. Here you will find the docks, the red light district, warehouses,

factories, markets, garages, as well as some useful suppliers. The area is populated with hookers, pimps, laborers,

dockworkers, politicians and general scum. Crime is rife in Portland and it has a long history of mafia control. Triads

are also present. A delightful district with something for everyone and nothing for no one, if that even makes sense.

If you want something is this scum infested sh*thole it won't come easy nor cheap.

 

I finally got tired at staring out my window and limped into the bathroom. I turned on the sink and splashed water

onto my face, my apartment seemed too quiet as I could hear the drops of water that missed my face land with a

splash on my tile floor. I looked up and stared into the mirror and rubbed my eyes groggily until I could open my eyes

fully and at that point I noticed how sh*tty I looked. I ran my hand across my face, which was filled with scrapes and

cuts and a newly formed scar that ran from my top right cheek to my upper lip. I picked up a towel and dabbed my face

to get rid of the excess water and then I headed back out into the bedroom. I went in my closet again and rummaged

through piles of clothes until I found a pair of jeans and threw them on real quick. As soon as I got them on I heard a

knock on my door.

 

"Coming!" I yelled as I threw on a pair of socks.

 

The knocking continued as I hobbled over to the door with one foot in the air putting on one of my shoes.

 

"COMING! Jesus CHRIST!"

 

I flung open the door and was immediately greeted by a gun in my face.

 

End

 

sorry for double post. wanted johnson. to see it.

Edited July 7, 2006 by eyeswideshut

[johnson.]

@eyeswideshut:Great introduction man, really injoyed the detail you put in on the characters, 36$

[eyeswideshut]

bumpage...

 

thanks for the money johnson.

[eyeswideshut]

sorry double post...NEW STORY

 

 

 

 

The Sindacco Family

 

Chapter One

"Just Business"

 

I started to sweat. I had never had a gun pointed directly at me before. Right then, I saw my life flash before my eyes and

to tell you the truth, it was too short. I did not want to die now and I didn't even know why I was going to be killed. I just stood

there for a good five minutes before either of us said anything. The problem was it was cloudy today, looked like it was going

to snow soon, and I couldn't make out the face of my soon-to-be killer. Finally the silence was broken.

 

"Back yo ASS UP HOMIE!" the stranger yelled.

 

I inched back slowly as to not aggrevate the man.

 

"I SAID, BACK UP!!!!" this time his voice was more stern and louder.

 

I started going faster until I was almost in my kitchen. I reached my counter and the man got right on me as soon as I stopped.

He basically on top of me pointing the gun right in between my eyes. He clicked the gun and I shut my eyes.

 

...Nothing...No shots, no more screams...just another awkward silence...

 

I opened my eyes to see the man still standing there, motionless. I couldn't make out his face but could now see his mouth. He

was smiling at me, he let out a quick chuckle and shoved me aside. He rummaged through my drawers for awhile looking for

anything and everything. He ran into my bedroom and grabbed my wallet, I just stood there, there was nothing I could do, an

unarmed man versus a guy with a gun surely spelled out disaster for me. I waited until he re-appeared in my kitchen. Again, he

looked at me and smiled.

 

"You're not even worth the bullet..." he chuckled as he turned around and started to walk out my door.

 

He didn't even run, he just walked as if he was taunting me. I clenched my fists but again I remembered I was unarmed...but not

for long. I looked around my floor to see a knife lying there, it must have fallen out of the drawer while he was looking through them.

I crouched down slowly so I wouldn't make a noise and picked up the knife. Not worth a bullet? I'd show him...nobody comes in my

house and goes through my sh*t. I gripped the knife hard and took off after him. He was barely outside my door when I jumped on him.

 

"Get the F*CK OFF ME!" He shrieked.

 

"NOT WORTH A BULLET? I'LL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH ME YOU UGLY SON OF A B*TCH!" I yelled as I re-gripped the knife.

 

I plunged the knife deep into his back, he yelped in pain like a dog that broke it's foot.

 

"Not worth a bullet?" I asked as I spit in his face.

 

I looked down to see his gun lying there next to him. His hand was reaching behind him to pull the knife otu but he was having no luck.

He flailed around for a minute and then stopped. I could see he was bleeding out but I didn't want him to die like that. I crouched down

next to him and picked up his gun. I could see his eyes grow larger as I stood back up and pointed the gun in his face. He pleaded...

no, he begged for his life.

 

"Not worth the bullet?" I asked him again.

 

"No, no...you are! YOU ARE! JUST DON'T KILL ME!!!!" He yelped.

 

"Are you worth a bullet?"

 

"No, no i'm not I swear to GOD I'M NOT! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T K---"

 

I wasn't about to let him finish his sentence. I had grown tired of his pleading. Blood splattered all over the wall and the railing outside

my apartment building. I could hear the sounds of faint sirens in the distance and I knew it was time to go. But, I couldn't leave a dead

man on my doorstep, the cops would come looking for me. I had to get rid of him. I ran downstairs to my car, dragging his lifeless body

behind, and flung open the door. I thought for a second and then I slammed the door shut. I then, opened my trunk and chucked him in

there, his head slammed against the back and I shut the trunk and ran around to the driver's side. I flung open the door and got in quickly,

the sirens grew louder with each passing second and I knew I had no time to lose. I threw the gear in reverse and backed out, faster than

I ever had, and then shifted into drive and sped off.

 

The sun was just beginning to come out from behind the clouds and it was a beautiful site. I drove my car down to the river and parked it in

the lot. I hopped out and opened the trunk. I grabbed the man by his legs and threw him onto the pavement. He hit the ground with a loud

thud, I walked over to his legs and dragged him over to the edge. I looked down at him and finally could see his face, he couldn't have been

more than 18 years old, he looked very young. It's amazing how youngs kid start these days, they're out on the streets whether they like it

or not. This city has become one of the most dangerous in the country and no one is doing anything about it. I looked down at the kid again

and sighed before tossing him into the river. I knew in my business that's it's best to forget. I headed back to my car and got in and drove

myself back home.

 

I thought about that kid the whole time I was driving home, about his family, his friends, everthing about him. That is, until I got home and saw

that my apartment complex was crawling with cops. I got out of there quick and drove to my brother's, Paulie's, house. I got to his house at around noon and sat outside for a little bit before stepping out of my car. It was starting to snow now, snowflakes fell gently onto my car

and onto the sidewalks. As I stepped out of my car the cold winter air stung my throat. I hated winter, mostly because it was too cold. Paulie hated winter too, that's why he always went to Venturas, because it's always warm out there. I walked towards the house and walked up

to the door and rung the doorbell. A big man dressed in all black came to the door, he said nothing, just motioned me to come inside. I walked

inside to see Paulie and Tommy sitting on a couch chatting it up as usual. Those two always got along real well, mostly because they had the same personality...and temper. I walked up to them and, without saying a word, took a seat on the chair next to them.

 

"Ah! Vincent, my dear brother, how's it go?" Paulie asked.

 

"Some kid tried to hold me up today and rob me. You believe that?" I replied.

 

"You can't be serious? Did you take care of him?" Tommy chimed in.

 

"Yeah I did but I felt bad the kid couldn't of been more than 18 years old, I mean---"

 

"You felt bad? Some snot nosed punk comes in your house and disrespects you, and you feel bad? I say he got what was coming to him."

Paulie said in a cynical sort of tone.

 

"Well, yeah, I mean---"

 

"I woulda chopped his balls off and mailed them to his mother. I would cut off his tongue and sent it to his girl or guy for all I care." Tommy said.

 

"The only thing you two do is interrupt me when I'm talking...Jesus Christ!" I said.

 

Paulie and Tommy stopped listening and were now discussing how they would "take care of a guy who tried to rob me." I motioned to the

big guy who answered the door, he was now standing in the doorway just listening in on our conversation. I told him to fix me a drink and

he scurried out of the room.

 

"What the f*ck is he mute?" I asked.

 

"Nah. Just quiet..." Tommy answered.

 

Paulie and Tommy continued their conversation with each other until the big man came back in the room with my drink.

 

"And where's my drink?" Paulie asked the man.

 

"And mine?" Tommy chimed in.

 

"You can't drink you moron. You're too young." I told Tommy.

 

"Why the f*ck does that matter?" Tommy yelled. "Besides I'm f*cking 22 you dumb sh*t."

 

"Don't you ever call me that again or you'll wake up to your body 50 feet away from your head."

 

"I'd like to see you even try to do that."

 

"Break it up ladies. God it's like you two is married or somethin'." Paulie said to stop us from fighting.

 

An awkward silence filled the room as no one said anything for a a good five minutes.

 

"Anyways you two, I got something for yous to do for me..." Paulie started.

 

"Why should I do anything for you?" I asked.

 

"Would you just shut your mouth for ten freakin' seconds and let me talk. Anyways, LIKE I was saying" he glared at me.

 

I just turned away and acted as if I was ignoring him. Even though we were out of our teenage years we still acted immature sometimes.

 

"Are you listening Vinny?" Paulie asked.

 

"Yeah, yeah...whatever..."

 

"I'm serious I got this place I just bought in Portland. Now, I want you two to go check it out for me, take whoever you want with you,

I don't give a sh*t. Just check it out, make sure it's a good hideout so, in-case the cops come in like they usually do acting like they own

the freakin' place, we can stay there until sh*t gets straightened out. You got me? Are you two even listening to a word I'm saying?"

 

"Yeah, yeah dogfood, hideout, cops, whatever..." Tommy muttered. He has that A.D.D. stuff so it's tough for him to listen to long

conversations.

 

I leaned forward in my chair and slowly got up. I could hear my knees cracking every time I inched myself upright. Tommy leaped out of

his seat and ran to the door. I got there and swung it open and walked outside. It was snowing harder now, the flakes were much bigger

and it started to stick to the ground. I walked accross the street to where my car was parked and got in. Tommy ran around to the

passenger's side and got in also. I put my keys in the ignition and started the car, I reved my engine a few times to get her going and then

took off. It was a long, quiet drive to Portland, I kept my eyes on the road but occasionally looked over at Tommy to see what he was doing.

It seemed he had fallen asleep half-way there so I took it upon myself to f*ck with him at every red light. I would slam the brakes and he

would fly forward and slamming his face against the dashboard. Everytime I did this he would reply with:

"That's not funny!" or "Stop it, a**hole!!!!"

 

We finally got there and to my surprise the place was surrounded by 7 foot-high brick walls and a giant gate, which I guess opened

automically. There was one of those things on the side where you could talk into so you could tell whoever was inside to open the gate.

After a few moments, Tommy pulled out a key that Paulie had given him and opened up the gate. I got back in the car and drove it in as

Tommy walked in and had a look around. I parked the car next to the factory and jumped out of the car. The air was so cold I thought if I

stayed put for more than five minutes I might freeze. I quickly ran inside to try and get warm, but of course being a factory it had no air conditioning or heat for that matter. I had a look around and found nothing but a few empty cardboard boxes and some rusty machinery.

It looked as if the factory hadn't been used for years but I knew this factory wouldn't be used for making dog food. I wandered around

some more and managed to find a small office with a desk and filing cabinet. There was a computer on top of the desk that looked as if

it had never been used beforem it was covered in dust and spider webs. I dusted it off and turned it on, I was surprised it even worked.

There was also a phone on the desk and another one of those things that you could talk into and a button, which I guessed opened the

gate. I was looking through the computer when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Paulie on the other side.

 

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's Paulie, listen i'ma need you to look after sh*t wile i'm gone..."

"Gone? Where are you going?"

"Venturas, it's way to cold out for me...I need a break too."

"A break? What about me?"

"Quit bitch'n...by the way th eplace is called Bitch'n Dog Food but that's not all you'll be doing..."

"Oh really? How did I know?"

"Yeah, it's a great storage place so I don't care what you do, even if it's robbing old ladies but I wanna see that place earn some

money for us, you got me?"

"Yeah, I got you..."

"Great. Alirght I'm outta here. I love you man."

"Alright I'll fill Tommy in on all this..."

"Great"

 

I heard Paulie hang up and turned to see Tommy messing around with stuff again.

 

"Hey Tommy!" I yelled.

 

"What do you want?" He replied.

 

"Don't go messing around with sh*t, you hear? Anyways I need you to round up some men for me..."

 

"What for?" He asked.

 

"Just do it, ok?"

 

"Yeah, yeah I got you..."

 

"Take my car..." I said throwing the keys out into the factory.

 

I saw Tommy come by and pick them up and head out the door. I heard him rev the engine and tear off. I got up and hit the button

to close the gate and turned around and had a look around the office again. I walked over to the desk and opened all the drawers

and the onyl things I found was a pencil, some paper clips, and a couple of rubber bands. I sat back down at the computer and

stared at the screen for awhile, I began to think about that kid I killed again. I thought about him again, and his family again, and his

friends again. His parents would never know what happened to him, they'd probably start a search party to go looking for him.

 

In my business it's best to forget, but what do you do...when you can't...

 

End

 

[johnson.]

Wow, great job eyes. 43$

[ThugLife™]

I would like to be placed in charge of the Triad location of Wu-Zi-Mu's Office in San Fierro if possible..?

[eyeswideshut]

just be active and i'm sure johnson. will add you....

 

thanks for the money, glad you liked it...I just wanna know if I could buy a baseball bat and Ingram Mac 10 for my next story...its hard to just use a d-eagle

[The Bone County Butcher]

Il take the Sindaccos at the Mewat Plant....just so u know im not a noob...im sum1 whos account wont work anymore under a new identity and ive written plenty before.

[eyeswideshut]

greta to have another person. and I replied just for this off topic post: awesome sig man! one of my favorite movies ever...

[johnson.]

Both of you have been added, now get writting fellas.

[ThugLife™]

The Triads (Wu-Zi-Mu's Office)

Chapter I Part I - The Beginning

 

The scene, inside a dusty, old gymnasium. There is a large crowd assembled in anticipation for the events about to unfold on the main floor. A martial arts tournament. There is a handful of suspicious looking characters sitting in the frontrow seats. Suspicious not in the way they act, but in their dress sense. It is not every day that you see a gang of men wearing expensive suits, men of clear wealth in a poor neighbourhood like this one, were the average familyman works 12 hour days just in order to survive on basic rations.

 

Out on the gym floor the fight is about to take place. Two lean asian youths are introduced to the crowd as the tournament finalists, to a rousing ovation. One wears blue, the other red. The referee gives his final instructions and then signals the start of the bout, as the crowd quietens down. The fighter in red makes an early attempt at a thrust of his fist into the blue fighters midsection. The blow is dodged with relative ease as the blue fighter counter-attacks with an open fisted strike to his opponents neck. The fighter in red retreats with a look of excruciating pain strewn across his face. The fighter wearing blue continues his assault with an unexpected roundhouse kick connecting cleanly with his opponents head. The ferocity of the kick sends the red clad fighters limp body crashing to the mat, his conciousness snatched away with one swift movement.

 

The men from earlier, smartly dressed in the fashionable suits celebrate, smile, and pat eachother on the back. They must have been supporting the guy in blue. What is noticeable is the fact that one of the men sits stone faced, wearing a pair of mirror sunglasses. In his hand he holds a cane made of ivory, the kind that blind people use. One of the entourage of men leans over and relays the outcome of the fight, a message which can be heard clearly. "Wu Zi!" the man shouts, "It's all over. Your nephew has won within 5 seconds.". The man wearing the sunglasses smiles and rises to his feet, clapping his hands in a satisfied manner. Back in the centre of the gymnasium the asian youth who has won the match has his hand raised in victory, and is given a large glass trophy. Inscribed on the thick wooden base is the phrase '2006 San Andreas under-21s Martial Arts Champion', and under this is the name "Li Chan".

 

 

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He was not really my uncle. Well, not a blood relative, but he has been like another family member to me and my mother ever since my fathers untimely demise. It was pretty well know the reason this guy took me in under his wing and made sure I was ok. He didn't like to see me struggling financially, if there was ever anything I wanted like a computer, or some new clothes I knew I could go to him and he'd help me out. Little things like that which go a long way. The story was that my father was a long time friend and bodyguard of his. They managed to get themselves into a situation with the odds stacked so high against them it was likely they would both be killed. The two of them cornered by ten da nang boyz with no way out, or so it seemed. My father fought like a lion and took four of the enemy with him before succumbing to the power of a katana blow to the back of the neck, almost severing his head from his body. He crossed over to the afterlife, but on earth he was a hero. A matryr. He'd saved Wu-Zi-Mu's life. Or atleast that's generally how the story goes.

 

Wu-Zi had always told me I had nothing to worry about, he'd make sure I was ok. Well, now was as good a time as ever for him to make sure I was ok. Just out of school and not wanting to work the slave jobs in the factories I only had one place to turn, and that was to my "uncle". At first when I mentioned the idea he was totally against it, warning me of the pitfalls of his "business", but my mind was already made up. After a couple of hours persuasion I finally got him round to my way of thinking, and he agreed to let me work for him, just for a little while atleast. He said he'd send me out on some low key jobs. No real danger, just routine stuff. I'd be working with a mountain of a man, going by the name of Zen. I was told that I will now go by my surname, Chan, and I was also told I should go and buy myself a new outfit, a suit. Wu-Zi didn't want any of his workers walking around in shorts and a vest. Work will start tomorrow morning, 6am. Jeez. We would be dropping in on a guy who hasn't been paying his protection money and seeing what is causing the delay.

[johnson.]

Great job Thug, I injoyed the fighting scene in the begining, very descriptive and a large amount of vocabulary. I really injoyed it. 48$

[The Bone County Butcher]

Hey Johnson, do my stories have to coincide with the other Sindacco stories? i.e. characters, events etc...

[johnson.]

You can base it on eyeswideshut's stories if you want.

Or you can make up something entirely new.

If you want you two can even work togther and both put a story of a heist toghther.

 

You can write about what you want it just has to stick to the rules on the front page.

[Newbie41]

Sign me up for Russian Mafia/ Las Veturas/ V-Rock Hotel Please

 

I have the best story ideas coming right up

[johnson.]

Added.

[mark-2007]

The Leone Family Mafia

Joey’s Garage

By Mark-2007

 

This is an introduction to set the scene of the state that Portland and some of it’s citizens (which should all appear in some part of the story) are in now, told by the view point of my character.

 

Gangs in Portland

With the Leone Family Mafia on a rapid downfall since the death of Salvatore Leone, the power has shifted from the St. Marks area. Several previously minor gangs now run the streets and the Mafia families have taken a back seat. The Triads have full control of Chinatown and the Diablos are all over Hepburn Heights. The area in between, the Red Light District, is an area where tension is building between these two gangs and they regularly go head to head although a full-scale gang war has not yet occurred.

 

Elsewhere in Portland, the Sindaccos have lost power too, although on a far less grand scale than the Leones, and still maintain footholds in many areas. The Colombian Cartel are preparing to restart production of SPANK in the Portland Harbour but may face stiff competition from the Russian Mafia who want that area for an international weapons and ammunition trade link.

 

Marco Bravo

That's me, I got work at Joey's Garage thanks to Toni Ciprianiwho is a friend of mine. I also do small errands for various people in the Family like Toni, Raphaele and sometimes even the Don himself! These usually include collecting things or roughing some people up.

 

Joey Leone

Joey is the son of the deceased Salvatore. He was left the unimaginable task of trying to breath new life into a dying Mafia. Hotheaded and uneducated, Joey isn’t doing a good job at the moment, some say he’s not calm enough and others, in particular the more experienced members, think he doesn’t show enough respect. And with just about every gang closing in on Leone turf, he has his work cut out if he wants to succeed.

 

Toni Cipriani

Once Salvatore’s most reliable man, Toni is still a respected member of the family. However, Joey Leone seems to be overlooking him, paying more attention and giving more respect to those he knows more personally. He is a good friend of Mickey Hamfists who is also a respected guy among us. Toni though is becoming increasingly agitated at the near embarrassing state of the Leone Mafia and also at Joey’s severe incompetence as Don. However, he remains fiercely loyal to the Family.

 

Raphael DiMaggio

Not your average dumb muscle, this guy thinks on his feet. He takes his work seriously and he’s a professional assassin. Known for his relaxed manner and his respect for others, many newcomers think he’s a pushover but if anyone were to get on the wrong side of him there would be no way back. I call him Rafa.

 

Leonardo Bianco

Now Leonardo isn’t blessed with great intelligence but what he lacks in knowledge, he makes up for with strength and sheer brutality. A small-time boxer with a job alongside me at Joey’s garage, he is a close friend of the Don and thus has become a high-ranking member of the family for no apparent reason.

 

Aleksander Skiovinic

Alex is head of the Liberty City Russian Mafia; he is ruthless in his work. His street-wise earns him respect all over the city and many even within his own Mafia fear him.

 

El Burro

The overweight aging leader of the Diablos faces tough opponents in the neighbouring Triads, but he believes he has his soldiers ready for a war with a seemingly endless supply of weapons and ammo from the Russian, whom he holds strong business links with.

 

Lie Lei

Lie has a funny name which kind of sums it all up for him; it translates to ‘Furious Thunder’ in Chinese. From this we can conclude he’s an arrogant man who has had his moments of stupidity involving the Leone Mafia, he’s came close to losing his life in the process. Things have calmed down between the Triads and Leones but Lie still harbours hatred towards us.

 

Rico Giachini

Rico is the current leader of the Colombian Cartel, he is very sly and he’s indecisive and goes against his word many times. He has a severe distaste for the Yakuza and thus has befriended Lie Lei, who will also give him help securing area in Portland Harbour and setting up SPANK production.

Edited July 24, 2006 by mark-2007

[johnson.]

Mark-2007, Great into man. 33$

 

Front page updated, money has been added.

Edited July 12, 2006 by johnson.

[MMFF]

Hey, I am going to do this. Can you please remove blindsk8er6d9(me) form GSF and add this name (MMFF) to Leone Family Mafia(Cipriani Resturante.)

 

If any current Leone members would wish to see any of my past stories from the last contest, to make sure I am good enough I will PM them to you. I was Sindacco Family(Bitchin' Dog Food)

[The Bone County Butcher]

I think Eddie Sindacco shud be removed...he left the forums

[GTAFool12]

Never mind this post, good luck to all of you.

[mark-2007]

Hey, it's great to see lots of people getting into this now.

 

@ Johnson.- can we buy any items yet or do we still have to wait for more active users?

 

I'm just asking because I really want the Leone Sentinel and maybe some guns.

 

EDIT- Oh never mind, looking back at the first page I see my gang alreayd has the Leone Sentinel, that'll make writing a lot easier! I might purchase some cars as part of my later stories if that's ok with my other gang members (who haven't been active for months).

Edited July 12, 2006 by mark-2007

[johnson.]

@MMFF: Sure blind, i mean MMFF

 

@BCB: Yea i guess ill take him off.

[Newbie41]

Russian Mafia

V-Rock Hotel

By-Newbie41/July19th/2006

 

With Water Comes Fire/Chapter 1

 

 

 

[MC = Main Character = Bodislava Gru]

 

 

 

MC: (Thinking) I can feel my heart beating.. is as if its about to pull out of my chest in excrusiating pain. My feet are cold.. too cold. My fingers are nimble and i feel like whats left of me is going to be dragged to hell. Its black, i cant see anything... is there anything to see. Where the hell am i, i was in my car... but.. now.. ohh god. My feet are so cold.. its as if they are being stabbed by a million blades. Where the hell am i... wait.. i just asked myself that. Why cant i move my fingers... or my legs.. I cant even open up my eyes. Its too dark.. am i dead. I cant be dead, a few miniutes ago i was finish up a job outside of my hotel.. but then... Wait.. whats going on. I can start to see light.. but the coldness.. its moving up my legs slowly. I can feel it as if im being dragged into a slow pain glass of ice and there is no escape for me. Slowly.. i start to open my eyes.. I can see... i can see... light.. wait.. i cant see my visor!! and my car keys hanging out of the visor..

 

MC: Goes silent.............. (Muffles)

 

MC: Holy mother of god, im in my car.. whats going on... why are my hands tied up... and my feet.. why are they so cold..

 

MC: Finally.. i realized.. that im sitting in my car.. and my car is in the bottom of a lake..

 

MC: Immediatly i go into a state of shock... its compeltley dark... there is no way out.. im all tied up.... how did this happen to me..

 

MC: I start to look in the back seat for a knife.. maybe a blade to cut the rope that is mangling my fingers together

 

MC: I rememer that my car (Russian Sentenial) has a cigarette lighter in here... i immediatly push it...

 

MC: While it warming up.. i look down to see my feet and legs in water.. the winsheild is cracked and looks as though its going to give way to the water any second now.. My hearts starts to pound... im losed my mind.. there is no way i can survive now..

 

MC: I grab the cigarette lighter in an attemp to burn the rope that is combusting my hands together. I manage to burn the rope.. and as i lift my feet to burn the rope tieing them.. i drop the lighter in the water..

 

MC: Ohh jesus.. now im really dead... ok... whew...i need to keep calm.. Its probably ruined by now... and i cant move my legs without feeling sheer pain. The water is too cold for me to be in the lake.. i must have been dumped in the ocean.. but how im my car.. i need to know where i am.. no.. i dont.. i need to get out of here.. At that moment i hear a sudden crack.. when i look back.. i see the back winsheild starting to give way... water is pouring in too fast..

 

MC: At that moment i grasp for that window and jump through it... I feel the sudden burst of cold as i plunge into the deep blue trying to swim to the surface while my feet are dead and only pulling me down. I try to undo the rope.. but its no use.. i cant get them untied.. The surface is almost there... i can see the reflections of a few trees.. maybe even a large helicopter.. and wait.. i see a hospital in the water!!! I cant be halucinating..

 

MC: Ok... ill go to the hospital and once im there.. ill.. wait.. is that.. a dumptruck... maybe he can........... wait.. no the lightpost... that will drive to the.... no no.. tommy... come back..

 

MC:...............

 

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MC: *Coughs up water*... Urrh.. coughs... ahh.. uggghhh

 

Fisherman: Are you ok? What were you doing in the middle of Fishers Lagoon

 

MC: What.. where am i... *Coughing*

 

Fisherman: Well.. i recon south-west of palamino creek..

 

MC: Why... whats going on..

 

Fisherman: Well i found you back up in the water.. im taking you back to shore now..

 

Fisherman: There is a hospital in palimino creek, they will get you all patched up, i still cant understand why your in the middle of fishers lagoon at 11 O Clock at night.

 

MC: My car.... did you find my car..

 

Fisherman: Well, i didnt find a car, or at least i didnt see one, its too dark out here to tell

 

Fisherman: Wait.. your car... well damn.. if your car is in this lake.. its long gone. You know how deep this lake is sonny boy? Lets just get you to the hospital ok?

 

MC: .... Thank.... y..o.u...

 

Fisherman: Dont mention it.. here.. were at the shore, can you walk?

 

MC: Yeah..

 

Fisherman: Well i have to go back and get all my baits, i flipped the boat when i was trying to get you out of the water. The hospital is just a few blocked up this road

 

MC: Ok... Im on my way.. thanks again..

 

*The fisherman Dissapears into the night fog whistling an old tune*

 

*MC walks to the hospital and gets the treatmen that he needed, Turns out he had 2 gunshoit wounds to his right leg and another to his upper back. No major injuries were encountered.. but at least he knows one thing..*

 

Someone tried to kill him that night

 

A few days later he is able to leave the hospital and return to his home

 

Soon he will get his russian mafia gang together and they will find out what happened that night

Edited July 13, 2006 by Newbie41

[eyeswideshut]

i liked it but it looked more like a script to the new gta, too much dialogue but that's just the first chapter...good story but give your character a real name then people can relate to him more and get into your stories more...

 

my story will be up tomorrow...Chapter 2...

[Newbie41]

i liked it but it looked more like a script to the new gta, too much dialogue but that's just the first chapter...good story but give your character a real name then people can relate to him more and get into your stories more...

 

my story will be up tomorrow...Chapter 2...

I do have his name in there

 

Bodislava Gru, a fairly good russian name for my character

 

And my chapter 1 starts in a confused setting... not knowing where he is.. ect.. Its suppose to hook you into the story, or in other words its called a "Narrative Hook"

[MMFF]

 

Chapter 1: A Big Delivery

 

{Mark Forbes}

Shes on fire, fire, fire!!!!!!

 

I'm not much of a singer, but I just couldn't help singing that stupid song. It seemed like it was on the radio ever half hour. As the song came to an end I switched off the radio. I was only a few minutes away from my destination. Cipriani's Ristorante. Unlike most people, I wasn't going there to get food. I was dropping it off. Yeah thats right, I am a pizza boy. It aint much of a living, but I didn't even graduate highschool. Well, not many people do in Liberty City, but thats just the way things are. I wasn't really sure why I was delivering a pizza to a restaurant, but then again I didn't really need to know. I just do what my boss tells me to do. But why I was delivering the pizza was the least of my worries. You see, the man who ordered the pizza was a mister Toni Cipriani. Now all the locals know who Toni Cipriani is. He is one of those made men in the Leone Family Mafia. Hell, he might even be the new Don soon, now that Salvatore is dead. Yeah, Don Salvatore Leone was killed a few months ago. That worries me even more because I am sure that the short tempered Toni Cipriani is not going to be in a good mood. That is why I am trying to get there as fast as possible. If I am late he might just break my nose. I can hold my own in a fight, but after the death of the Don, I am sure they have pretty heavy security with some pretty powerful weapons. Me on the other hand, I stand sif foot 3 inches, brown hair,brown eyes, two hundred fifteen pounds and I'm armed with a large pepperoni pizza.

 

As I pulled up into the small dirt parking area, I was suprised to see only one man standing at the entrance way. He was about my height, nicely dressed and had a slightly crooked nose. I grabbed the pizza and climbed out of the car. As I approached the man gaurding the way to patio, he straightened out his jacket and locked eyes with me. I stared right back at him, trying not to show any fear. As I got closer, he extended his hand giving me a signal to stop. So I stopped and just held the pizza. He walked over to me and patted me down. He amde sure I didn't have any weapons and then he spoke.

 

{Leone Mafia Member}

Open the box!

 

I opened the box and the man looked to make sure that there was a pizza and a pizza only. He seemed saticefied and then he spoke again.

 

{Leone Mafia Member}

Go on in, Mr. Cipriani is waitin' for ya.

 

He stepped to the side and leaned up against the brick wall. I walked up the small steps onto the patio area. There was a bunch of picnic tables around but only one was occupied by someone. it was the table closest to me. There sat one man. Toni Cipriani! He was a little overweight, and seemed to be aging since the last time I had seen him. That would be the telivision. He was all over the news before he went to prison a while back. I slowly walked over to the table and spoke.

 

{Mark Forbes}

Uhh, Hello, how are y-

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Shhhhhh. Be quiet. Just give me the pizza.

 

He held out a twenty dollar bill as I set the pizza down on the table. I grabbed the money and shoved it into my pocket. I was then startled by a rather loud womans voice.

 

{Ma Cipriani}

Toni, who are you talking to down there!

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Nobody Ma!

 

{Ma Cipriani}

Ok. Are you hungry Toni?! I just made up some spaghetti!

 

{Toni Cipriani}

No Ma, I'm not that hungry. Maybe later.

 

I pulled a stack of money out of my pocket to give Toni his change as he spoke again in a whisper with a mouth full of pizza.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Don't worry about the change. And by the way, there was a death in the family recently. Ever since then, Ma's food has tasted like crap. Thats why I ordered a Pizza.

 

I nodded slightly and I was happy that I found out why he ordered a pizza. I tried to be as respectful as possible as I answered.

 

{Mark Forbes}

Sorry to hear about the death, and....uh....the bad food.

 

He gave me a nod of respect and I was very pleased with that. Just that moment the guard that was out front came running past me to speak to Toni. I slowly turned around and walked away but tried to listen in on what the guy was telling Toni. He spoke quickly and sounded worried.

 

{Leone Mafia Member}

Mr. Cipriani, Mr. Cipriani. Maria is in trouble! I just got a call from her on my cell phone! She couldn't talk long, but she said she was down at the docks! You want me to drive boss?

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Hell no, you can't drive for sh*t! Hey you! Can you drive?

 

I turned around and pointed to myself, like there was anyone else he could have been talking to. He nodded and had a look of desperation on his face. My heart raced as I answered his question.

 

{Mark Forbes}

Uhh, I drove here.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Well, you gotta be better then this jackass! Mario, you stay here! Pizza boy, you gotta name?

 

{Mark Forbes}

Yeah, it's Mark...Mark Forbes.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Well Mark, come with me, we're taking my car!

 

We ran back down the small steps. Toni led the way to his car. He yelled for me to get in and I hopped in his Mafia Sentinel. I waited for Toni to run around and get in the drivers side. I pulled out of the parking area as Toni ordered me to get to the docks and to get there fast. I didn't know what I was doing or what I was going to do when I got there. I drove as fast as I could and we arrived at the docks in a few minutes. As we pulled in Toni told me to stop and to get out. As I was getting out I saw him reach for something from under his seat. He spoke to me as he tossed me a Colt.45.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

You ever shot a gun before?

 

{Mark Forbes}

Only in a video game.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

Well this aint no video game, kid.

 

I followed Toni's lead as we ran around a big building with a bunch of garage doors on the side of it. The was a securicar sitting in one of them. After we got arround the building Toni stopped and so did I. I was scared to death of what might happen. I knew I should have called in sick today. Toni looked around as if he didn't know where to go. Afther a few moments we heard a woman's voice screaming. e ran towards it after Toni had told me that it was Maria's voice.

 

{Maria}

Please...please...I swear I didn't call anyone for help!

 

We ran around the corner just in time to see a rather large man smack Maria in the face, knocking her to the ground. There was quite a few men standing around there. It must have been some small time street gang because they werent wearing any gang uniform. Toni shot at the guy and hit him right in the neck. After that the other men all turned focus towards us. Toni was standing in front of me and started unloading rounds of bullets into the men. They were only holding knives and baseball bats. Toni took out all of the men. Not all of them were dead, but they werent in any shape to even stand up. Toni ran over to the rather sexy looking Maria and grabbed her by the by the arm and to follow us to the car. Just then another man had come from behind a building with a baseball bat and got ready to hit Toni in the head with it. I quickly lifted my gun towars Toni as a look of betrayal overcame his face. I shot the gun and the bullet hit the man right in the head. He fell to the ground with a loud thump which caused Toni and Maria to turn and look at him. Toni quickly turned back to me with a smile on his face as he spoke.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

That must be one hell of a video game!

 

{Mark Forbes}

The best.

 

We all walked back to the car and got in. Toni gave me the instructions to Maria's apartment, which was not too far away from the restaurante. Maria, who was in the back seat leaned up in between the seats and kissed Toni on the cheak and then kissed me on the cheak. She walked slowly around the car and I eyed her up all the way to her door. She stopped and turned around and spoke.

 

{Maria}

Bye Toni, bye Fido.

 

She walked into her appartment and closed the door. I looked at Toni with a puzzled look on my face.

 

{Mark Forbes}

Fido?

 

{Toni Cipriani}

That's what she used to call me when we were together. Kid, I know the wrapper looks good but I wouldn't open the present if ya know what I mean.

 

I laughed a little bit as I could already tell that she is the kind of girl that gets into a lot of trouble. I drove Toni back to the resturante. Before he got out of the car he looked to me and spoke.

 

{Toni Cipriani}

You keep the car kid. You earned it. It's better then that piece of sh*t you drove here.

 

{Mark Forbes}

Thank you Mr. Cipriani!

 

{Toni Cipriani}

And if you're lookin' for work, we sure could use the help these days. You know where to find me if you're interested. See ya around kid.

 

He got out of the car and I turned around in the parking area. As I drove out of there, I could hear Toni's Ma yelling about finding a pizza outside on the picnic table. I whiped the sweat from my forehead as I drove back to my appartment. I thought about what just happend. I pushed the gun Toni had given me under the seat to hide it. I thought about the offer that Toni had given me. For some reason I knew one hundred percent that I would take him up on that offer. I knew I would drive again, I knew I would kill again, after all...I just do what my boss tells me to do.

 

 

The END