San Andreas Stories-1987

[Nick Papagiorgio]

The story of San Andreas all told. The years leading up to the events of 1992. In a five year epic adventure, you (the reader) will discover how things came to be, in San Andreas, by 1992. Ranging from 1987-1991. Welcome to San Andreas!

 

San Andreas Stories

 

Contents

 

1987

 

ACT I

Ch.1: Block Party-(pg.1)

Ch.2: Rolling Down the Street-(pg.1)

Ch.3: Menace-(pg.1)

Ch.4: Eye for an Eye....-(pg.2)

Ch.5: Corrupt to the Core-(pg.2)

Ch.6: Home Coming-(pg.3)

Ch.7: Crashin' the Party-(pg.4)

Ch.8: Deal with the Devil-(pg. 6)

 

Thank you all at the SAS topic they gave me the inspiration to write the story

 

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ACT I-Chapter 1:Block Party

 

April 30th, 1987.

5:15 PM, Ganton, Los Santos.

 

A lone, baby-blue colored Greenwood, slowly drives down Grove Street, to the cul-de-sac. The car stops in front of a 2 story house. A man of about age 26, steps out of the car. He is dressed in a green shirt, black skully and jeans.

 

Sweet: Brian! CJ! come on, niggas! Get out the damn car. We at moms house now.

 

Two other men exit the car. The first who exits is the youngest of the 3 brothers. He is about age 18 and is wearing his Los Santos Rimmers basketball jersey. The final person to exit is about age 20 and is wearing a green hoody and jeans.

 

CJ: Aight, Sweet. Calm down, bro.

 

Sweet: Come on.

 

The three men walk towards the house adn knock on the door.

A woman about age 45, answers the door. She has a calm and happy face.

 

Beverly: Oh! my baby's are home! Where have you been?

 

Brian: We was getting you a birthday cake, momma.

 

Beverly: Oh, boys, thank you so much. Come on in, this is your house, you know.

 

Kendl Johnson enters, a young girl of 18, she is the fraternal twin of Brian.

 

Kendl: Momma, you know they be up to something else.

 

CJ: Quit that sh*t, sis. We ain't done none of that!

 

Beverly: CJ! What I tell you 'bout cussing in the house. Now lets just sit down and have a barabecue, it's my birthday.

 

Sweet: You're right, moms.

 

They walk out to the backyard of the Johnson family home, where a barabecue was taking place. The brothers quickly take notice of their homies amongst the rest of the hood. They go over to Big Bear, Ryder, Big Smoke, and B-Dup.

 

Big Smoke: Yo, fools! What's poppin', eh?

 

Ryder: Yeah, yeah. We gonna bust a cap in some Ballas today?

 

Sweet: Nah, nigga, if we need to, then I'd say yea. Right now, it's mah moms birthday.

 

B-Dup: (reminiscing about the previuos nights party at his house) Man, yeasterday's party was dope. I even saw Brian get some ass.

 

The group begins to laugh. Brian blushes.

 

Brian: Yo, nigga, f*ck you.

 

B-Dup:Yeah, whatever. Take it easy, Brian.

 

Big Bear: Yo, man, I hear we got the Ballas sellin crack man. It's becoming an epidemic.

 

Sweet: Well, we ain't gonna sell that sh*t. We want to stick by are principles. We Grove Street, they Ballas. Plus, they ain't even that strong. OGF can't be stopped.

 

Big Smoke: Sweet, you being naive, my nigga. You got to see more clearly.

 

Ryder: Aight. Enough talking all professor-like and sh*t. Let's eat some damn ribs.(Looks at CJ, who was waiting for the food) Yo, busta, tell me how the food tastes.

 

CJ: Shut up, Ryder.

 

Ryder: (Mutters under his breath) Busta-ass.

 

It was around 10:00 PM. The party had finished, and the cul-de-sac went silent. On the other part of the hood, in Jefferson, Los Santos. A couple of Ballas gang memebrs were conversing with LSPD officers.

 

Balla: So this is your cut, now get out of the hood, vanilla.

 

As the two officers walk away

 

Officer Dyson: Now see Frank, it was that easy. Under my wing, you could learn some useful sh*t in C.R.A.S.H.

 

Tenpenny: Yeah, whatever. Lets get back to the 'cinct.

 

The two officers walk back to the squad car.

 

Dyson: Well we got a new officer coming on board with us. His name's Pulaski.

 

Tenpenny: Yeah, so.

 

Dyson: I want you to teach him everything I know. Seeing as I might not make it past tommorrow, you should teach him.

 

Tenpenny: Alright, whatever you say.

 

The squad car pulls up to Pershing Square, and the officers walk back inside.....

 

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Edited January 26, 2007 by Gman91

[Cubanwhip]

I like it! It has a good build up. I'll keep an eye on this story, along with the other ten I have to. Hopefully I can keep my facts straight.

[Greene]

It's pretty good. I look forward to the next

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Thaks for the replies....how did my topic rating go to 45%?

I'll try and get a new chapter in after 5 or 6 replies to the story.

Edited October 27, 2006 by Gman91

[the gangsta]

Cool,i like it.

[TonyZimmzy]

I liked it, I'ma bookmark it and follow it

[Agninoter]

Pretty good

hopefully,there will be a SAS

[Nick Papagiorgio]

I am anxious to release chapter 2, so here it is. Enjoy

ACT I: Chapter 2- Rollin' Down the Street

 

May 1st,1987

11:25 AM. Ganton, Los Santos

 

After Sweet woke the rest of the brothers up, They decided to head over to their homie, B-Dup's house, to watch a basketball game.

 

Sweet: Look sharp niggas. Ya'll look like you got hit by a truck. Early bird catches the worm, now hurry up.

 

CJ: Sweet, it was a long night, bro, ease up.

 

Sweet: Whatever.

 

They enter Sweet's Greenwood, and after driving for 5 minutes, they arrive at B-Dup's place

 

Brian: (taking notice to a new Sabre parked outside the house) Damn! That car is fine.

 

CJ: Yeah, but you know you ain't gettin any Sabre, anytime soon.

 

Brian: Pfft.

 

After reaching B-Dup's door, Sweet knock's, and B-Dup answers with a grin on his face

 

B-Dup: Yo, wassup dogs!

 

Sweet: 'Sup, 'dup! What you up to?

 

Big Smoke: What we up to is some fine eatin. Cluckin Bell always hits the spot.

 

Big Bear: Yeah, for you, tubby.

 

The group laughs, then Ryder enters the house with two accomplices, LB and Tony

 

Ryder: Hows it poppin, mah niggas.

 

The Group: 'Sup.

 

Brian: Yo, B-Dup! Whens the game?

 

B-Dup: Nigga, do I look like a TV guide? Nah, just playin with you, starts at noon.

 

Ryder: It's noon now.

 

B-Dup: Then turn on the TV, bro.

 

Ryder turns on the TV, as the other Grove members sit back and watch

 

TV reporter: Welcome, and you are now watching the first game of the playoffs for the Los Santos Rimmers, live from the Los Santos Forum.......

 

After the game ended with the Rimmers winning, Big Bear, Brian and Sweet decide to get more beer and food

 

4:30 PM

 

Big Bear: Come on, we'll take my car. Sweet what you doin?

 

Sweet: Wait, man. I'm just gettin myself strapped. You never can be too careful, especially now. Here take this 9 Brian, I'll keep the Tec.

 

Brian: Aight, let's go.

 

The three Grove members enter Big Bear's Savanna, and head off to the Jefferson Liquor Store.

 

Sweet: I'll get the beer, you guys stay here.

 

After picking up a case of Logger Beer and some chips, he goes over to the counter

 

Cashier: And your items cost $30.46

 

Sweet: You kidding me! Damn, 30 bucks, that's all I have.

 

Cashier: Tough luck, have a nice day.

 

Sweet: (to himself) Asshole.

 

Sweet rejoins the the car, and they drive out of the parking lot. Bear felt uneasy

 

Big Bear: Should we have come to this liquor store? I mean, we are pretty vulnerable right now.

 

Sweet: Nah patner! We fine.

 

Brian: Uh, then why we being scoped out by them Ballas over there......Oh sh*t, they packin!

 

Sweet: Strap up! We got heat. Bear! Drive!

 

The Ballas started to shoot at the car with their pistols. Sweet pulls out his Tec-9 and empties a clip into two Ballas, while Brian, despite being a bad shot, wounds the last one. The aftermath of the drive-by, had left the three Ballas dead and drenched in blood, and Bear's car damaged.

 

Big Bear: sh*t! My car!

 

Sweet: Nah, nigga, don't worry bout it. We'll take it to a Pay 'N' Spray.(looks over to Brian)Damn, Brian, you did a good job.

 

Brian: Thanks, bro.

 

Sweet: Aight, enough of this. Let's just get back to B-Dups and keep a low profile. The cops'll be all over this spot in no time.

 

Big Bear: Ok, we off.

 

The Savanna peels out of Jefferson, with many people coming out of there homes to see what had happened. The trio reach B-Dup's place, and tell the pack why it took so long

 

Later that day...........outside LSPD HQ, Tenpenny and Dyson are making a phone call

9:00 PM, Pershing Square, Los Santos.

 

Dyson:(on the phone) You better meet us here, you pr*ck. Ok. Good Bye. (Turns to Tenpenny) That was the newbie, Pulaski. Fill him in on all the info about C.R.A.S.H. I got to go. Some gangbanging, cholo cocksucker doesn't see it my way, so I have to deal with him.

 

Tenpenny: Ok, I'll go.(sarcastic) Don't get yourself killed.(as Dyson turns away) Asshole.

 

Officer Paul Dyson drives his squad car into the Las Colinas district, a predominatly Hispanic district, controlled by the Vagos gang. Dyson can here Hispanic Jazz and other music being played in the distance. He pulls up his squad car to a lone Vagos member.

 

Dyson: Como Estas? Where can I find Diego Morales?

 

Morales: Who's asking, ese?

 

Dyson: Me, you stupid f*ck. LSPD. Now where is my cut, Diego? We had a deal.

 

Morales: Well, you no what,punto? F*ck you.

 

As Diego reached for his D-Eagle, Dyson pulled out his pistol and violently shot the Vagos member in the head.

 

Dyson:(looks at the mutilated Morales) Assholes never learn.

 

All of the sudden, a group of Vagos who saw what had happened, pulls Dyson out of his car, and start to beat him down.

 

Vagos member: This is for Diego. (He puts the 9mm to Dyson's head and pulls the trigger)

 

Back at the precinct, Tenpenny picks up Pulaski. Pulaski was an average, pudgy looking guy, with some stubble on his chin. He gets in the squad car and they drive off.

 

Tenpenny: My partner is off-duty right now. So listen here, boy. I don't give a damn what youv'e done in the past, but what you are going to do for C.R.A.S.H. This is all about looking out for numero uno. Number One.Our goal is to undermine all of Los Santos' street gangs. You got that?

 

Pulaski: (slightly taken aback) Yeah, sure.

 

Police Radio: We got an officer down in Las Colinas, need of back-up.....

 

Tenpenny: (to himself) Dyson, you pr*ck.

 

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Edited October 27, 2006 by Gman91

[Greene]

I gotta say, your dialogue is great and i look forward to the next chapter

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Thanks again, Still hoping to post the story after about 6-8 replies. It encourages me. Trust me, I will make the story the best it can be.

 

And who voted the story bad again!

[Vanilla Shake]

Dude, great job!

I can't wait for the next chapter!

[FullMetal]

Yeah I like it . Good story, same style as the original SA.

 

have a

[Brutuz]

Great Story, You've got too many cookies so have a

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Thanks for the cookies and catloaf.

 

I will release chapter 3 sometime today or tonight.

 

I will release the title, however

 

Ch.3: Menace

Edited October 28, 2006 by Gman91

[Vanilla Shake]

Thanks for the cookies and catloaf.

 

I will release chapter 3 sometime today or tonight.

 

I will release the title, however

 

Ch.3: Menace

Looking forward to it!

[Brutuz]

Yeah I hope its good! have some more

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Sorry about the delay. Order's Up! I kind of modeled a part of the chapter after a scene in Menace to Society.

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ACT I: Ch.3-Menace

 

May 2nd,1987.

10:00 AM, Pershing Square,Los Santos

 

Officers Frank Tenpenny and Pulaski, are sitting inside the precinct, until Tenpenny gets a call

 

Tenpenny:(talking to gang member on the phone) Ok. Yeah. So when is the meet. 10 minutes. Better not chicken-out on us, bitch. Bye.(Turns to Pulaski) Well, you pudgy-ass f*ck. You get to see your first action in C.R.A.S.H.

 

Pulaski: Alright, Frank, what are we waiting for?

 

Tenpenny: Follow me, Eddie.

 

The two officers walk to the police garage and enter their squad car.

 

Pulaski: So, Frank, any word on who the cop was that got killed in Las Colinas?

 

Tenpenny: Yeah. It was my former superior, Paul Dyson. He doesn't matter anymore. However, I do. So treat me with respect, boy.

 

Pulaski remains silent the remainder of the trip to the meet with the Ballas in East Los Santos.

 

10:12 AM, East Los Santos., outside the newly erected, Pig Pen club

 

The two officers exit the squad car, and approach two men dressed in purple. One man is dressed in a plaid, purple shirt and shorts, with gold earrings, the other, dressed in a purple tracksuit with sunglasses.

 

Balla 1: So, patner. You got what I need?

 

Tenpenny: Yeah, you gangbanging piece of horsesh*t. All pure.

 

Tenpenny hands him a bag containing tubes of crack

 

Balla 2: Heres the cash, vanilla. (hands a stack of fresh 20's to Pulaski)

 

Tenpenny: Good, good. See's as though you ain't hustling C.R.A.S.H. this time, I'll be generous and let you keep 55% of loyal customers who pay for this.

 

Balla 1: Aight. Now bounce outta here, bitch.

 

Tenpenny:Watch who you callin bitch, boy.

 

Balla 1: Whatever, patner.

 

The two officers enter the squad car and drive off, back to Pershing Square.

 

Tenpenny: See, Pulaski. That easy of a job.This is how the streets work. I think I'm building myself a loyal partner here.

 

Pulaski: Thank you, sir. Anything for C.R.A.S.H.

 

8:00 PM. Ganton, Los Santos. The OG's are conversing at Lance "Ryder" Wilson's new crib.

 

Ryder: So, fools. Anyone up to poppin a couple of Ballas. My homie, LB, tells me that these two Ballas had a meetin' with C.R.A.S.H. today. They at a Cluckin Bell right now. Are anyone of you down, except you CJ, he's a busta.

 

Brian and B-dup choose themselves and the other OG's agree that they should go. At that moment CJ enters the room, after a bathroom break.

 

CJ: Yo, Ryder. I can f*ckin hear you in the bathroom. quit goin on 'bout that "CJ a busta" sh*t.

 

Ryder: Fine. (turns to Brian and B-Dup) So come on, niggas, let's go.

 

CJ: Yo, I'm coming too. I don't want Brian dying on us.

 

Ryder: Fine, let's go.

 

Ryder aproaches his 87 Perrenial, and pops the trunk open. He hands a 9mm to Brian, a shotgun to B-Dup, another 9mm to CJ and keeps a D-Eagle to himself.The four men enter the car and Ryder drives them off to the East Los Santos Cluckin' Bell.

 

Ryder: So you fools ready to do this.

 

CJ, Brian and B-Dup: Fo' sho'!

 

Ryder: Aight, we almost there.

 

Ryder parks the Perrenial in the front of the restaurant. The three homies exit the car, as Ryder stays outside it. Meanawhile, at the back of the restaurant, the two Ballas are placing an order.

 

Balla 1: Bitch! I said I want the #4 not #46. Clean the wax out yo ears!

 

Cashier: Whatever. Isn't your bedtime now?

 

Balla 2: Ah, shut up and give us the damn food!

 

Brain, CJ and B-dup come around the corner, slowly approaching the two Ballas.

 

B-Dup: YO, HOMIE! Turn around!

 

The three men start capping the unarmed Ballas. B-Dup manages to get one Balla with a blast of a shotgun. However, Brian and CJ end up wounding the second managing for him to escape. In all the ruckus, the cashier fainted. The wounded Balla runs around the corner out of the sight of the armed Grove members. He reaches an unknown figure, standing next to a car.

 

Ryder: Yo homie, you need some help?

 

Ryder takes out his D-Eagle and shoots the wounded Balla 3 times in the chest.Suddenly, The three men come around the corner.

 

Ryder: Yo! Yo! Get in, fast! Come on, Brian!

 

The four men enter the car and then peel out of the parking lot. They head back to the Grove.

 

Ryder: Damn, niggas, our bustin was tight!

 

B-Dup: Yea, mine too.

 

CJ: Damn, Brian, you need to learn how to shoot better.

 

Brain: Whatever, nigga.

 

The car reaches the cul-de-sac. Ryder parks his Perrenial outside his crib, and the four members part ways, an return to there homes. Brian and Cj walk home and knock on their door. A tired looking, Kendl answers.

 

Kendl: Fools! I knew you was up to something. I had to cover your asses for moms.

 

CJ: And that's why we love you, sis.

 

Brian: Yea!

 

Kendl: Whatever, you two are lucky not to get your asses kicked.

 

The Johnson house fell silent, as they all went to bed.

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[Vanilla Shake]

Dude, I'm lovin' it so far!

If R* make San Andreas Stories, this is how I think it would be!

Keep up the fantastic work!!!!!!

[Greene]

Great Chapter

Can't wait till the next

[Brutuz]

Have a and a for that good story!

[FullMetal]

Yep, still high quality storyline .

 

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Hey guys. Thanks for the replies. I am currently busy with school, plus I am going to buy and play VCS all week, so I am mucho busy . I'm going to post Chapter 4 sometime later this week(weekend) I'll tell you the chapter title probably Tuesday or Wednesday.

 

Thanks for your enjoyment of my story

Edited April 20, 2007 by Gman91

[Rashon.]

Not bad, Gman. The chapters are a little short but I like it. Keep it up.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

 

Not bad, Gman. The chapters are a little short but I like it. Keep it up.

Thanks, rashon. I'll probably make the chapters longer as the story progresses.

 

*CHAPTER TITLE UPDATE TIME*

 

Chapter 4: "Eye for an Eye......"

Edited November 1, 2006 by Gman91

[Vanilla Shake]

Sounds like Chapter 4 will be a "sight for sore eyes", lol!

 

Anyways, I'm lookin' forward to it.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Aha, sorry for the long delay, I got caught up in a lot. Since I didn't have school today, I'll post chapter 4, and here it is.

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ACT I: Ch.4-"Eye for an Eye...."

 

May 8th,1987

5:00 PM, Vinewood, Los Santos

 

The slain Ballas from the Cluckin Bell incident, were being laid to rest. There were few family members, and some Balla gang members. After the funeral, three Ballas left to go to their car. The three mens names are Markeith, Chauncey and Kane. Chauncey starts the engine to his Tahoma.

 

6:21 PM

 

Chauncey: Can you niggas believe what happened. Mothaf*cking Grove street, rollin' into our hood, and cappin our men? Who do they think they are?

 

Markeith: Yo, nigga, chill. I got connections. I been told that the niggas who capped Jordan and Jay were Grove OG's.

 

Kane: So what we going to do, dude.

 

Markeith: We be patient, and wait.

 

The car rolls down to Glen Park, and parks in front of a yellow house. The three men step out and enter the house. The house was Markeith's crib. Trischelle, Markeith's girlfriend, enters. She is one of the three female members of the Ballas.

 

Trischelle: Hey, baby. Any word on who capped Jordan and Jay?

 

Markeith: Yea, girl. We just going to wait around a little bit, were trying to make a plan to cap a Grove street OG.

 

Trischelle: Well, don't drag me in, cause I got to take care of Terrance.

 

Markeith: Aight. (Turns to Chauncey and Kane) Damn you niggas are too quiet.

 

Kane: Pfft. Anyway, what we going to do about these Grove niggas. They are getting stronger.

 

Chauncey: Don' worry bout it, patner. we find something out. (Turns to the clock mounted on the wall, then to Markeith) Yo, dog, I got to go make a deal with some ese's up in Colinas by 7:15, no later, so I got to go.

 

Markeith: Aight, playa. Peace. and if them ese's try any sh*t, you know what to do.

 

Chauncey: Yea, cool.

 

7:13 PM, Las Colinas.

 

Chauncey leaves the house, and enters his Tahoma. He drives off, towards the hills of Las Colinas, the Sun setting, making the Los Santos skies orange.

He stops in front of a blue apartment complex. He sees two Vagos members standing out in front of a yellow Remington. One was wearing a white tank-top with khakis and a beard, the other was a portly man, wearing a white shirt, with suspenders and a yellow bandanna. Chauncey steps out of the car, and reassures himself by checking for his pistol.

 

Chauncey: Yo, ese's. I got what you need right here.

 

Vagos 1: Ok, holmes. Then show it to us.

 

Chauncey: (He pulls out a couple of bags containing crack) Here, enough proof for ya'll. OK, I showed, now you tell.

 

Vagos 2: Muchos gracias, you piece of mierda. Here is your cash.

 

Chauncey: Whatever, you better not be screwing with me, Carlito. Cause if you are, I will come back here and shove a f*ckin pistol up yo ass and shoot you.

 

Carlito: (To himself) Pendejo.

 

Chauncey walks back to his Tahoma and drives back to Glen Park. Meanwhile, at Markeith's crib, he and Kane began strapping up.

 

7:42 PM

 

Markeith: So you ready, Kane. If yo brother was still here today, he'd be proud of you.

 

Kane: Fo' sure, patner. Let's go.

 

Markeith: Alright, jus wait one second. (Turns towards the kitchen) Yo, Trischelle, I'm out. Take care of Terrance.

 

Trischelle: OK, baby. Don't get killed, promise me.

 

Markeith: Aight, Trisch'. Come on Kane, let's go.

 

The two men exit the house, dressed in their purple attire. They enter Markeiths black Majestic.

 

8:10 PM, Idlewood.

 

Two Grove street OG's were walking out of the new Pizza Stack. One man is of average size, notable for his gold rings. The other is slightly larger, and is wearing a gray skully and green shirt.

 

Sweet: Damn, nothing hits the spot like a pizza.

 

Tony: Yea, good thing we didn't bring Smoke this time, he would've eaten the f*ckin restaurant.

 

Sweet: (laughing) Yea. Aight we got to get back to the hood. Ain't safe anymore these days. Niggas getting capped, left and right.

 

Tony: Good idea. Ain't even safe to go to church anymore.

 

Sweet: Same here.

 

At that moment, gunshots were heard in the distance, towards the south.

 

Sweet: Sh*t. That must be some cholo's going at it.

 

Tony: (worrisome) Yeah, f*ckin Aztecas.

 

Sweet: (Sweet opens the door to his Greenwood) Come on Tony.

 

Tony: Aight.

 

All of the sudden, a car screeches its way into Idlewood. It slowly approaches the Pizza Stack parking lot. The windows of the black car roll down and gunshot from a Uzi were heard. The bullets hit Tony square in the chest, and on grazes Sweet. The car then peels out of the parking lot, leaving behind the two OG's.

 

Sweet: Aw sh*t (grasping his shoulder). Tony!

 

Sweet walks his way to Tony. He looks to the ground, and finds Tony drenched in blood and penetrated with many wounds to his chest.

 

Sweet: F*ck! (Yells to a pedestrian) Call 911, call an ambulance.

 

After 5 minutes, LSPD and an Ambulance were on the scene. The paramedics took Tony and placed him on a stretcher. They also took Sweet in the same ambulance. The ambulance driver put his foot to the floor and left the scene, driving off to Jefferson General emergency room. They reached the hospital, and the doctors pronounced Tony dead on the scene.

After an hour, Sweets family and the OGF OG's arrived at the hospital. They comfort him, then Big Bear comes up to him

 

Bear: F*ck, Sweet. What are we gonna do about this.

 

Sweet: Nothin to do.(to himself) F*ckin Ballas.

 

Bear: Yo, I have this feeling that more of this sh*t is going to happen. Day-in and day-out. We have to control streets.

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Edited December 3, 2006 by Gman91

[Brutuz]

Nice Chapter!

[Rashon.]

This story has made me want to play SA right now.

 

Great job, Gman.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Oooo, thanks for all the replies. I'll have a new chapter up by Friday or Saturday.

My computer is f*cked up by a virus, and I am working in safe mode right now. It'll get fixed by Thursday hopefully.

 

P.S.: The cookies and catloaf were delicious. I saved them from a week and 1/2 ago.

[Vanilla Shake]

Dude, the way you're keeping the original SA vibe is genius, and it also makes me want to go and relive San Andreas right now.