BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[Boombastic]

I'm only fighting Spurs.

[Oblivionz]

I'm only fighting Spurs.

There was another gang war challenge while I was gone, then? It's up to Johnson, then, not me.

[Boombastic]

Okay here's the story.

 

I wanted to fight Spurs. He has a go, then I have a go back. Mostwanted joins in and says that he's fighting, and nobody said anything about him helping Spurs.

[spursfan111]

Okay here's the story.

 

I wanted to fight Spurs. He has a go, then I have a go back. Mostwanted joins in and says that he's fighting, and nobody said anything about him helping Spurs.

Actually it was mostwanted and you fighting. I wanted to back someone up, but you didn't want me too. So we had a little argument and then we stopped.

[Oblivionz]

If this fighting keeps going on in this topic I'm going to have Nick ban you from posting. I don't care what the story is, but there will be no gang war unless Nick gives you permission for it.

[spursfan111]

If this fighting keeps going on in this topic I'm going to have Nick ban you from posting. I don't care what the story is, but there will be no gang war unless Nick gives you permission for it.

I think you missunderstood I have settled my differences with Boombastic we were just trying to sort out stuff about the gang war(If there is going to be one which at the moment is looking doubtful).

[Boombastic]

Sorry I don't want a gang war anymore. Edited January 3, 2008 by Boombastic

[SolidusSnake]

Since I had my main character killed by jumping off a building, I'll start a new character.

 

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Distribution

 

At the northern part of Stauton Island was Phil Cassidy's place, the home of the Colombian Cartel's err... merchandise before they are brought to the construction site. The man in charge of the protection, distribution, and retrieval of these goods was me.

 

I sat down at a table in a local bar discussing with a potential buyer of SPANK about exporting our goods to a foreign gang.

"Allow me to introduce myself," I said as I sat down in a chair. "My name is Ricardo, but you can call me Ric. I am in charge of any goods coming in and out of the Cartel in Stauton. I see that you are interested in buying."

"Yes," the man replied. "My street customers are eager for some SPANK." The man had brought two members from his gang and so did I. Although I had protection their .45s made me nervous.

"I can reserve a spot for your gang at Phil Cassidy's place up north at night, man," I offered him.

"That'll be alright," he accepted.

 

A Tropic was supposed to arrive at Phil's place around 10:00 p.m. The Cartel were waiting for the boat with a shipment of SPANK in a large blue container. Three Cartel Cruisers were parked around three sides of the container with two Cartels standing next to each one. All Cartels there were carrying AR-15s for defending the deal. I came to the deal in my Banshee with an AK-47, my favorite. I parked next to a Cartel Cruiser and stepped out of the car.

"Hey Ric!" shouted a Cartel. He walked over to greet me. "Hey, you heard about Carlos' death?" he asked me.

"No. What happened?" I answered back worried.

"I heard Marco say he jumped off a building while he was running from the feds."

"Oh. Who's going to take out the Yakuza leader then?" My question could not be answered because a Tropic had arrived with about seven people. Three of them stepped off the boat and the deal would start.

 

I walked up to a familiar face. It was the man I talked with about the drugs. He had a Mac 10 in his right hand and in the other was a silver briefcase.

"You got the cash?" I asked, focusing on the briefcase.

"Yeah. I got it," he answered opening the briefcase. The case had hundred dollar bills stacked neatly and wrapped in the velvet lining of the briefcase. The man shut the briefcase and said: "Do we have a deal?"

"Here's the SPANK," I said pointing to the large container. The container was on a small boat so it could be towed on the water.

 

As with all deals, things don't usually go very smoothly. About fifteen minutes after the deal, Three Yakuza Stingers arrived as the Cartel were about to leave. I set down the money in my Banshee and fired at the intruding vehicles. One of the Stingers had a Yakuza with an RPG. He fired at my car and destroyed it. I was blown away by the resulting blast, but got back on my feet and tossed a grenade in a Yakuza Stinger. By now the Tropic and the SPANK had left. The Cartel continuously shot the Yakuza cars until all of them were dead. Only three Cartels were left including me. We took a Cartel Cruiser back to the construction site. There, I took the elevator to the 75th floor to await the punishment for my failure.

Edited January 6, 2008 by SolidusSnake

[mostwanted468]

ok no gang war can i post my story anyway because i already made it a long time ago and i dont want it to go to waste

[Stefan.]

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Chapter 2

 

Things in life aren't always as simple as you make them out to be. Sometimes, they seem easy. Other times, you wish you were dead. What was meant to be an easy deal turned out to be quite a drag.

 

The Colombians simply would give us the cash, and we'd give 'em the blow. Simple. But, knowing them, they said we didn't have enough of the stuff. So things started popping. Suddenly, we were being jumped on, with half of Bogota's population raining fire on us. We really had to make it out of there, really. Now, we were safe. This small bunker should give us some protection.

 

Now, you're thinking, how am I in a bunker if last time we spoke I was at Cranberry Station, awaiting my death? Time has passed between chapters. About 4 hours, in fact. Down the foothill was a Xoomer gas station, and the owner went to our high school, Jim. We weren't close, but we weren't enemies, and he was glad to help us out. After hiding in his closet for an hour, he drove us to his small farm just east of Bayside. A small bomb/earthquake bunker was located about 25 metres from his house, in a patch of grass, overlooking the sea and San Fierro. Of course it was underground.

 

Quite spacious though. About 20 x 25 metres in space; about the size of a considerably large dining room. (Note: 20 x 25 metres is about 66 x 70 feet) There were two single beds in each opposite corner, a small stove, a shelf, a TV, a computer, a play station and a radio. All you really need, I guess.

 

We were awoken at about 1:00 a.m. with a knock on the door. I opened it, expecting it to be Jim.

 

It turns out it was not. I never knew what it was like to be unconscious, now I knew. I apparently was knocked out by the Colombians.

[spursfan111]

CHANGE OF PLANS

 

Hazer was driving down the strip looking at the various casinos and all the tourists standing around taking pictures. He had just got from Marco Santerelli and there had been a change of plans. The Triads were calling of the attack on the Diablo family mafia, the reason Hazer had been given was because the Diablo’s had met with Triad leaders and decided to pay the Triads off. Hazer was happy, but he was sure Santerelli would think of something Hazer could do for him. Hazer was just driving past the Pirates in men’s pants casino. What a stupid name for a casino he thought to himself. He was heading for Caligula’s Palace.

 

Santerelli had called him and said he’s having a little party with some contacts and Hazer was invited. Hazer was pretty excited, the Varrios Los Azteca’s were finally getting on the map, and it was because of Hazer. Santerelli had told Hazer to bring Cesar along with him, and they were going to meet outside the casino at 8.00pm. Hazer was running a little late as he had to pick up his tweed suit from the laundrette. He took a Cuban cigar out of his glove box, lit it, and took a drag. He inhaled too much and started coughing. He looked up and saw the casino named Caligula’s Palace.

 

He drove up the entrance and left his savanna outside, he looked back to see a valet entering the car and driving it around the corner. He walked into the lobby and looked around, he spotted Cesar standing beside a slot machine with a cup full of coins.

 

“Hey Cesar” Hazer greeted walking towards him.

 

“Hey man how you doing” he welcoming Hazer with a hug.

 

He was wearing a new Tank top and a pair of black baggy trousers.

 

“Look at you looking all classy and sh*t” he continued looking Hazer up and down.

 

“You know where Santerelli is” Hazer asked.

 

“Yeah he was over here talking to me bout two minutes ago, there in a party room

Upstairs” he replied putting down his coins and showing Hazer the way.

 

They walked up a stairs in the corner of the casino until they reached the third floor, then Hazer and Cesar walked into a spacious corridor with portraits of some of Santerelli’s relatives and other Sindacco bosses. The rooms were big and spacious and all had Conference Room on the doors. They walked to the end of the corridor until they reached a room with a number of men in suits talking and smoking cigars in it.

 

“This is the room” Cesar said.

 

They walked in and Hazer only recognized one or two faces. He saw Santerelli standing in the corner talking to a few men young men who were looking up to him. He saw Woozie sitting next to another Asian looking man. The man was grunting and he had a person standing beside him fanning him. The man was fat and ugly, and Woozie was even looking like the mans servant. Santerelli walked over and greeted Hazer.

 

“Ah Mr.Dupando so glad you could make I would like you to meet a couple of new members to the Sindacco family”.

 

They walked over to three young men who were focusing all there attention on Marco. Marco introduced them and they started laughing.

 

“What the f*ck you laughing at holmes” Cesar asked.

 

“Street gangs” they giggled.

 

Hazer stepped in and looked at Marco, “I would advise you to stop laughing unless you want to end up in a ditch in the middle of Tierra Robada”.

 

One of the guys looked over at Marco and whispered something in his ear.

 

“Okay sounds interesting” Marco said, “My new guys want to kill you Mr.Hazer” he continued. “I propose we have a little fight, what do you think Mr.Hazer”.

 

“Sure thing I’ll kick these little rats asses” Cesar shouts getting in the face of the biggest Sindacco.

 

Hazer took of his tweed jacket and raised his fists, Hazer was scared, these Sindacco’s were big and there were three of them against Cesar and Hazer. The smallest who was still about 6’2 threw a punch at Hazer. Hazer dodged the punch and quickly jabbed him in the face twice. Cesar was fighting two guys and doing a pretty good job. The guy threw a kick at Hazer, but Hazer grabbed his foot and then punched him square in the face. He then pushed the guy’s foot back and he landed on his back. He moaned and scrambled to get up but Hazer silenced him with a boot to the face.

 

He turned to see Cesar struggling with the other two Sindacco’s. Hazer tackled one of to the ground and held his face down. The guy clawed at Hazer’s face so Hazer shoved his elbow in the guys face and pushed against the wooden floor. He slightly lifted his elbow and then smashed it down against the guys face and cracked down on his nose. The guy wailed like a bitch and Hazer stood up and looked at Santerelli. He was deeply focusing on Cesar. Cesar had pinned the guy to the floor and brought his knee into the guy’s ribcage.

 

Hazer and Cesar stood up fist raised and full of adrenaline. The three guys stood up ready to fight even though they had just gotten their assed kicked. Marco stood up and stopped them

 

“Well looks like street gang members are stronger than they look” he said looking the guys up and down.

 

Everyone in the room was looking at Hazer and Cesar. Woozie started clapping and said “Ah Cesar good job”.

 

Santerelli then said “please would come with me Cesar and Hazer”.

 

They walked out and Marco beckoned them into an empty room. The room was plain and boring unlike the room the party was being held in.

 

“Look I need a favour” he said “those guys in there, they’re just too cocky ya know I would like you to take them into you’re gang for a month and harden them up a bit”.

 

“They disrespect the Varrios Los Azteca and then you ask us to welcome them with open arms” Cesar said with an angry tone of voice.

 

“Look their not bad guys they just don’t fight good and I need them to learn how to brawl and I thought the best place would be on the streets and you owe me for the Russian thing so this is hardly a big ask” he replied casually.

 

“Ok” Hazer said, “But if they get out of line again were gonna send beat the sh*t out of them”.

 

“Ok” Marco replied.

 

They went back into the party room and Marco went over to talk to the Sindacco’s whose names where Franco, Fabio and Luca.

 

Hazer sat beside Woozie and Woozie said

 

“I got a proposition for you”.

 

I'm back.

 

[69th Street Diner Owner]

BUMP In case anybody didn't hear me I'd like to be a part of the Leone family at Sex Club Seven.

[spursfan111]

Don't get pissed mate, johnson isn't supposed to stay in this forum the whole time waiting for people to post. He has a life

[grim reaper22]

is this forum even about BUYG anymore?fighting about wars,cussing out plp its not right ese's so just start writing stories

[spursfan111]

is this forum even about BUYG anymore?fighting about wars,cussing out plp its not right ese's so just start writing stories

Hey I read all you're stories there really good. I know that I don't know you but where'd you go?

[SolidusSnake]

Cracking the Lock

 

I descended from the main building of the construction site feeling that my punishment was somewhat light. Marco simply replied to my failure: "Just get the money..." I put together a job robbing a new bank that opened in Stauton. It was to be a four-man job. There has to be an inside man to break open the vault. Two will hold up any personel in the bank. I will personally see to it that the inside man would do his job.

 

The inside man had no criminal record (just to be safe). He had no ties with the Cartel in the past. As far as I know, I have never seen this guy before. He was supposed to be a mid-30s man, caucasian, and wearing a dark blue suit and tie. Santiago was an old friend of mine. He wasn't a Cartel, but Marco approved of him so he could tag along. Jonathan was a Cartel appointed with me by Marco to hold up the people at the bank.

 

We each got to the bank seperately. We were each supposed to were dark suits so we would not blow our cover. Our guns had to be concealed too. I got there in a black suit and an AK right in the back of my pants. A colt .45 was hidden in my concealed holster by my side, and I brought satchel charges just in case. My Banshee was parked in the parking lot the bank provided. My allies got there in a Turismo also in black suits. Jonathan had a Mossberg shotgun and Santiago carried a Mac 10. We acknowledged each other in the parking lot and entered the bank.

 

Luckily, there was no metal detector. I immediately saw a guy in a dark blue suit. I checked around for anyone similar, and then approached him. He was a bank teller as I can see.

"Are you our guy?" I asked.

"No..." he waited for the security guard to pass. "Are you the Cartel?"

"Yep," I answered.

"The vault is in there," he pointed to a simple metal door with two guards next to it.

"How do we get in?"

"Simple. We fake a transaction from the boxes. I have the keys to every box," he said taking out his ring of keys. The bank teller led the Cartel inside past the guards using a key card.

 

Inside, there were boxes everywhere. Boxes were along the walls, and there were aisles of boxes. Each metal box opened up to a key. There was also a vault in the far end of the room. The teller opened up the vault instead, ignoring each money-filled box. The Cartel were led inside to find bags of money that could easily be swiped.

 

An alarm sounded. Two security guards were blocking the exit. At that moment, I recognized a camera that we Cartel overlooked.

"Damn!" I called out.

"The security camera!" yelled Santiago in frustration. The teller, Santiago, and Jonathan raised their hands.

"You too! Put up your hands!" a guard ordered. I refused. Too long have I put up with the cops ruining my schemes! Before I could think, my arm pulled out my AK and pointed it at the guard. I was not going to give up this easily...

 

[mostwanted468]

johnson hasnt been here for a while huh well im gonna post the three storys that were gonna be the gang war ones i dont want em to go to waste so here they are ENJOY if not oh well its not my job

 

Three Nails One Coffin

 

“So the Diablos at war with us huh” said Woozie,

 

“Yeah” I replied,

 

“Oh sh*t” said Woozie,

 

“Don’t worry I used to roll with them” I said

 

“Really” said Woozie

 

“Yeah there mainly in the pornographic and prostitution business” I said

 

“So what do we do” said Woozie

 

“Well we cant handle the Diablos on our own so were going to turn a few gangs against them and they will help do you know a guy called Luigi well hes in the prostitution business and as he always says no one messes with his girls and were gonna make it seem the Diablos DID mess with his girls but that’s not all turns out Yardies and Yakuza have a grudge with Diablos wouldn’t take much too set them off” I said

 

“So what your saying is we can set off a 3-pronged attack” said Woozie

 

Exactly I replied

 

“So how do we tick off these gangs” said Woozie

 

“Well I already told you about Luigi if it seems Diablos mess with his girls there dead so ill take a Diablo car and dress as a Diablo pick up Luigis girl rape her and she should tell Luigi for the Yakuza there leaders a guy called Kazuki Kasen he has a son if we kill his son leave him in the trunk of the Diablo car and leave it at his house that should turn him against them lastly the Yardies they have a drug called SPANK where going to get a Diablo car organise a drug deal take off with the drugs without paying that should tick them off” I said

 

“Perfect” said Woozie

 

I told the gang to steal three diablo cars and a uniform then we were ready.

 

First up Luigi I went to the business he had before Sex Club 7 The Pig Pen located in Liberty City and picked up a chick called Misty then we went to the docks.

 

I was about to rape her then she pulled out a knife and cut my hand then I quickly made a left jab grabbed the knife and put it to her throat and then proceeded to rape her.

 

I did feel sorry for her so I only did it for a short amount of time before letting her go with her knife as it turns out she has a boyfriend named Joey and he was just as pissed as Luigi BONUS.

 

Next the Yakuza this was a covert operation I waited for Kazuki Kasen to send his son to bed then I waited silently for him to fall asleep.

 

Then I opened his bedroom window creeped to his bed and stepped on a yellow rubber duck crap I thought but he was sound asleep.

 

I creeped over and lifted him with my arms out the window and into the boot of the car and snapped his neck I left the Diablo car on the driveway and left.

 

Finally the Yardies me and another Yardie arrived at the deal.

 

“Alright got the money” he said.

 

“Show me the SPANK” I said.

 

“Alright” he replied and opened a case full of the stuff.

 

“Alright ill show you the money” I said instead I pulled a Tec 9 out and blasted him the Yardies in the area took action but I sped off before they could land a shot.

 

The next week the Diablos attacked us we retaliated and it wasn’t long before the Yardies Yakuza and Leones got there and the Diablos were crushed under the massive pressure of 4 gangs attacking at once.

 

After the fight we realized we won the battle but we could still lose the war.

 

 

 

 

 

Seal the Deal

 

“Ok now what do we do” said Woozie.

 

“Well I was thinking to get the Yardies Yakuza and Leones on our side for the rest of the war” I said.

 

“Sounds good but the Leones we owe them remember” said Woozie.

 

“I know im starting with them” I said.

 

“Good luck” said Woozie.

 

I approached the door to Salvatores mansion and rang the bell “Ah there you are Woozie told me of your arrival I heard you want to make peace” said Salvatore.

 

“Yes ever since that day one of our boys owed you money weve caused nothing but trouble for you and you’ve caused nothing but trouble for us I wish to make peace I know we still owe you so were gonna make a deal we help you kill the diablos we owe a favour to you the don and we become allies agreed” I replied. Salvatore was pondering this stroking his beard then he said “agreed” and we shook hands.

 

“Now I should tell you were also getting the Yardies and Yakuza to help with the Diablos hopefully they should become our allies also” I said.

 

“Whatever don’t disappoint me” said Salvatore.

 

Next up the Yardies I came into their leaders crib their were a lot of guys doing SPANK inside.

 

“I know why ya ere mon and ill be glad to help if ya do something for me first” said the Yardies leader.

 

“Sure” I replied

 

“Ok the diablos stole our SPANK when we take em doon I want all da SPANK back” The leader said.

 

“I think we have a deal” I replied shaking his hand.

 

“ Remember were just allies for dis war nuthin else” said the leader.

 

Lastly the Yakuza I walked inside Kasuki Kasens house “Hey there man I heard you wanted to talk to me” said Kasuki.

 

“Yeah I did firstly I heard what happened to your son im so sorry man but that’s why im here you see im angry with the Diablos too so I would like to make an alliance between us to take them down ive already got Yardies and Leones involved what do you say” I said

 

“Ok what do the Leones Yardies and you have against Diablos” said Kasuki

 

“Well the Leones are pissed because they messed with their prostitution business Yardies got pissed because diablos stole their drugs and im pissed because there attacking us” I replied

 

“OK we have got a deal mate but once we have killed the diablos our alliance is terminated” said Kasuki shaking hands with me.

 

Now that the Yardies Leones and Yakuza were on our side there was nothing stopping us from kicking Diablo ass.

 

 

 

 

An Azteca Assistance

 

Just when we thought our massive four gang army couldn’t get any better it just did the Aztecas wanted 2 help our cause “whats the catch” I said.

 

“No catch that’s just it” they said.

 

But my work wasn’t finished yet Salvatore wanted the favour returned to the don.

 

I drove to Salvatores mansion and he told me to come in. “Whats the favour then” I said

 

“As you know the whole reason im attacking the Diablos is because they messed with Luigis girl well we feel killing them just isn’t persuasive enough we want to leave a message to those Diablo scum never to mess with us again” said Salvatore.

 

“Ok heres the deal we take a car rig it with a bomb take it to the Diablo turf blow one of their prostitution businesses sky high and tag on the rubble know one messes with Luigis girls Diablo scum” I replied

 

“I like it we should destroy XXX mags if you don’t screw this up consider your favour repaid” said Salvatore.

 

The night before the war 2AM

 

Ring Ring I reached for the cell phone and picked it up “Whos this” I said.

 

“Just me the Yardies leader just a reminder I heard youre gonna blow up dat place the drugs are probably in dere get dem out first ok or our alliance is terminated” said the Yardies leader

 

“Sure thing cya” I replied.

 

War day 7AM

 

I got out of bed and grabbed my tec 9 I had to talk to the troops before they left

 

“OK Team 1 my team are going to pretend to steal the SPANK because we already have it and the blow their store sky high and tag the place”.

 

“Team 2 are going to help kill off the Diablos with the help of the Leones Yakuza Yardies and Aztecas”.

 

“Team 3 are going to defend this place our fish business”.

 

“Team 4 are going to escort team 1 to the store”

 

“All teams got their walkie talkies OK lets GO”

 

I got behind the wheel of the triad fish van and sped off with team 4 right behind us I saw utter chaos the Diablos were way too busy fighting off the other gang to be concerned with us so we didn’t need the escort

 

I then told team 4 to join the massive fire fight and meet up later.

 

We arrived at the place without a tail and got the SPANK out of the bomb-rigged van and into another van we placed there earlier.

 

We then set the bomb off by remote.

 

The structural support at the bottom floor was destroyed causing the second floor to cave in.

 

I quickly tagged on what was left of a wall NEVER MESS WITH LUIGIS GIRLS DIABLO SCUM I ran across the street and into the van knowing that the Diablos would arrive soon because of the massive explosion.

 

Just as we escaped the Diablos Team 3 contacted me They said a bomb was rigged in the fish business.

 

“I don’t know which wire to cut he said

 

“The green one” I replied

 

“What do you mean the green one there all green” he said

 

“sh*t it’s a Diablo Boom Box” I said

 

“Whats a boom box” he said.

 

“A bomb where all wires are green to confuse you there are ten wires five on top row five on bottom” I said

 

“Great we know its devastating that helps” he said.

 

“Listen to me very carefully on the top row cut the wire second from the left” I said.

 

“Phew… wait its still ticking” He replied.

 

“I know you have cut to cut three wires in the correct order now cut the wire on the bottom row in the center” I said.

 

“Ok done now what” He said.

 

“Cut the wire on the bottom row on the far right” I said

 

“Ok done thank god were saved now im glad that you were a member of that gang otherwise we couldn’t have disposed of that bomb oh sh*t Diablos theres too many” click and I lost the connection.

 

I stood on the gas and arrived at the fish place I came in the door and saw Cesar he had saved the triads from the Diablos.

 

“What are you doing here” I said

 

“Didn’t you know the Diablos were defeated those pendehos wont bother you no more” replied Cesar.

 

We finally won Leones left their message.

 

Yardies got their SPANK.

 

Yakuza avenged that childs death (kinda).

 

The Triads were alive.

 

The Aztecas were happy.

 

And we all had a party and drank tequila ate nachos and ate lots of fish.

 

COMING SOON: the final part to my story after this im going to create a new story with different characters

Edited January 8, 2008 by mostwanted468

[spursfan111]

ROOKIES

 

It had been two weeks since Hazer and Cesar had gone to Marco Santerelli’s party in the Caligula’s Palace casino. Since then Hazer had moved back to Los Santos and moved in to the old abandoned house he used to crash at. He had bought furniture for the house and made it a bit cosier. He had gotten Marco’s new guys (Franco, Fabio and Luca) to paint the abandoned house and move the furniture in. That had been there first job and since then they had done a couple of little jobs and driven the van but nothing two major. Cesar had told Hazer that he wanted to take care of business in Las Venturas from now until the foreseeable future. Hazer was taking care of his house and hanging around with Juan (who was teaching him how to street race).

 

Jose really wanted to move back to Los Santos (he was running the weed farm in the countryside), but Cesar ordered him to stay for awhile until he found a suitable person to run the place. At the moment Hazer was bringing Franco, Fabio and Luca to the ammunation shooting range to see if they had any skill with a rifle. They had just reached the ammunation close to El Corona.

 

They walked in and a greasy man who looked like a biker said “Welcome to ammunation home to many guns from all around the world, now what can I do you for?”.

 

“We’d like to have a go at the shooting range”, Hazer replied.

 

“Sure thing, four people for the shooting range… That’ll be $200” He said thinking hard to count he figures.

 

Hazer handed him a wad of notes and said “Thanks ese, where do we get set up?”.

 

“Just go in that door through to the shooting range put on those earmuffs and I’ll set you folks up with some guns” he said.

 

Hazer walked ahead of Fabio, Franco and Luca and grabbed a pair of orange earmuffs. The employee walked in and handed them a 9mm and five clips each. Hazer loaded up his 9mm and aimed it down the range. Five minutes later, round one was just over. Hazer had won, he was amazed at his accuracy, but the other three guys were pretty good. Hazer had only missed two shots. The employee walked in took the pistols and handed them a micro SMG with five clips each. Hazer picked up the gun and weighed it up in his hand. The second round started and Hazer started shooting frantically at the targets, he hadn’t got much practice with this weapon.

 

He lost that round only hitting fourteen targets and coming last. The other guys were pretty confident with the weapon and Luca won. Next was the shotgun round, Hazer loved a shotgun and had practiced with it a lot. The targets popped out and he blew them to bits. He won the round and second place was seven points behind him. He smiled to himself he had really improved in shooting the shotgun since the first time he shot one (When he broke his ribs). The guy came and handed them AK-47’s, Hazer was pretty nifty with this gun and expected to win. The round started and Hazer was amazed at how good the Sindacco’s where at shooting them. Luca won again with 100% accuracy, they were finished and left the range and went back into the main shop.

 

The employee smiled and said “Nice shooting boys, I’m guessing you practice a lot”.

 

He handed them a small piece of cardboard with the accuracy and winner results. Hazer won (with 87% accuracy), but Luca was a close second (with 83% accuracy).They left the ammunation and walked back around to El Corona.

 

“Good job ese’s I see you can shoot” Hazer remarked studying the piece of cardboard the employee had handed him.

 

“Thanks you’re pretty good yourself” Luca said, he had the only one who ever talked to or respected Hazer.

 

Hazer and Luca chatted together about the shooting, and Fabio and Franco threw in a couple of digs at Hazer while they walked back to Hazer’s house. They walked in and sat down on his new comfy, leather sofa.

 

“Who wants a beer?” he asked opening the fridge door.

 

“I will” Luca replied.

 

“Typical gang-banger” muttered Franco just loud enough for Hazer to hear.

 

Hazer ignored Franco and handed Luca a beer, he opened the can and took a slurp. Hazer turned on the T.V and switched to Los Santos news, the breaking news headline was ‘Vagos gang to war with Balla’s gang’. Interesting Hazer thought to himself a chance to get these guys into a gang battlefield. The doorbell beeped disturbing Hazer from his thoughts. He opened the newly painted white door and greeted Juan.

 

“Hey man you coming over to the low-rider meet” he asked looking over Hazer’s shoulder to see if the Sindacco’s with in the sitting room.

 

“Yeah sure thing” he replied.

 

“Come on guys were going to the low-rider meet” Hazer shouted towards the guys in the sitting room.

 

They reluctantly got up and put on black jackets. They all got in to Hazer’s savanna and drove around to the low-rider meeting at Unity Station. They got their and watched guys bouncing in their low-riders. Hazer told Juan that he planned to unexpectedly crash the Vagos vs Balla gang war tonight.

 

“Man the cops gonna be all over that place” Juan whispered trying not to let anybody here him.

 

“Yeah but my contact (Woozie) told me they’re a having the war in a secluded place in the countryside, there won’t be any cops round there you know ese” Hazer whispered.

 

“Oh right holmes” Juan whispered “You should have a go in you’re savanna” he continued changing the subject.

 

Hazer looked over at his low-rider. He saw Luca in the passenger seat, excitedly watching the low-rider’s bouncing. Franco and Fabio where in the back looking grumpy and obviously didn’t want to be here. He walked over and got into the driver’s seat, he drove out into the centre of the circle of cars. He started bouncing the car up and down, it felt great and his hair was whipping up and down. Luca was smiling and having great fun. The other two had surprised at the feeling of the bounce, they looked petrified.

 

“Having fun ese’s” he asked.

 

“This is great” Luca shouted.

 

“Let us out or stop this stupid bouncing” Franco growled.

 

“Lighten up holmes you’re such a f*cking tight-ass” Hazer replied laughing.

 

Later that day…

 

Hazer was throwing combat shotguns into a burrito van. It had already got a jackhammer, a chainsaw, desert eagles, mac 10s, silenced 9mms, AK-47s, Molotov’s, baseball bats and two sniper rifles in it. The Azteca’s were going all out on this one. He looked across at Luca.

 

“Nervous” he asked.

 

“Kinda” he replied “but we can win this” he continued.

 

Hazer was happy he had said ‘we’. They finished loading the van with guns and ammo, Hazer got in the van and drove out of Cesar’s driveway down the road and towards the countryside. When he reached the countryside, he drove up a bumpy off road track. Finally they reached a place called leafy hollow, this was the place. Hazer jumped out of the van and so did the other six gang members he grabbed weapons and handed him out. Then Juan’s van of six gang members pulled up. They grabbed weapons. Hazer got two Azteca’s with good aim to climb trees and snipe. They told Hazer that the gang war had just started.

 

Hazer was armed with dual wield mac-10’s, he had a shotgun strapped to his back and a silence 9mm in his waist. They ten foot soldiers abandoned the vans and walked in a line towards the war. They all covered them self behind trees. Balla’s and Vagos were to busy killing each other to notice them. Luca and Franco threw molotovs and snipers shot two bullets.

 

The war had started

 

[swolo yaggins]

Informant

I get up off the sofa and walk over to my safe. Put in the combination and take out an ounce of the greens, stuff it into a Zip bag and head downstairs to the street. I walk up to my van, put the bag into the back and walk across the street to T-Bank’s building and up to his apartment.

 

*knock, knock*

T-Bank opens the door wearing only some boxers and says, “What you doin’ so early?”

“Get dressed, we got to take care of some sh*t.”

“Yo, man, you just woke me up. Chill, chill.”

“Just put some pants on and let’s go, damnit,” I tell him.

“A’ight, I’ll be down in a sec.”

“Hurry.”

 

I go back downstairs and wait in the van while T-Bank gets his sh*t together. I turn on the radio to GameFM and light up a cigarette while I’m waiting. A few minutes later T-Bank gets in and I drive off to Pike Creek to the hideout to meet up with Jenkins and the boys.

 

“Whassup, man? What’s goin’ down?”

“We’ve got ourselves a Diablo at the hideout,” I tell him.

“You what!”

“Yeah, yeah. What you heard, boy.”

“How’d you manage to do that,” he asks me.

“Well, me and Jenkins were rollin’ through Portland, y’know, makin’ some money, buyin’ some sh*t and f*ckin’ around.”

“Haha”

“Yeah, so while we’re drivin’ around them Diablo’s was followin’, so we popped the passenger and he flew out the window and into the street, so I threw him in the back of the van.”

“Hahaha, we’re gonna take down those f*ckin’ Mexicans.”

“Yeah, I f*cking hate them and they’re fat f*ckin’ jackass boss.”

“Man, his porn was on the TV the other night. Nasty sh*t.”

“Nah, what the f*ck.”

“I mean it,” T-Bank says.

“You’re nasty,” I tell him.

“F’get you, nig.”

“Ha, f*ckin’ pig.”

 

We arrive at our hideout and I park in front of the garage and walk into the garage through the door. The Diablo is tied to a chair and bleeding from all over. Jenkins is sleeping on the sofa and two thugs are sitting on the floor playing cards.

 

I walk over to the sofa and start shaking Jenkins. “Yo, man! Wake up!” I keep shaking him until he finally gets up.

“Wha-wh-what’s the d-deal, man,” Jenkins asks as he rubs his eyes.

“He told you anything, yet?”

“Nah, man. He said he’d kill us, though.”

“Haha, ok. Well, you get out of here. In the back of my van is some green. Go hustle and I’ll call you tonight.”

Jenkins gets up off the sofa and walks out of the garage followed by the thugs.

“Wait, wait. You, Fat Albert, you stay here.”

“Peace,” Jenkins says as he closes the door.

“HEY, HEY, HEY,” the thug says. “The name’s Chris.”

“A’ight, Chris. You rollin’ with us today,” T-Bank tells his.

 

I turn around and face the Diablo, pull out my Tec-9 and smack him in the face with it. “Wake up, amigo!” He wakes up and starts to worm around in the chair trying to escape. I hit him over the back of his head and yell, “Stop that!”

“f*ck you!” he yells at me and spits in my face.

“Haha, f*ck you, too!” I yell back at him while I punch him in square in the mouth. Blood starts to come out of his mouth. “Now, tell me, where do you get your drugs?”

“I don’t know nothin’.”

“You sure?

“I DON’T KNOW NOTHIN’,” he yells at me.

“I think you’re lying. You see Fat Albert right there?” I say, pointing at Chris. “He’s going to choke you. Now, when you got some info for me, just close your eyes.”

Chris gets behind him and starts to choke him. The Diablo becomes red, then blue and then purple. He closes his eyes and a few seconds later I nod at Chris to let go of him.

“So, you know something?” I ask the Diablo.

“No,” he replies.

“Ok, let’s try this. Where should I shoot him, Chris?”

“Shoot him in the leg,” he says.

A pull of the trigger, a bang and a flash later, the Diablo’s leg becomes a fountain of blood.

“MY LEG! MI PIERNA!” the Diablo begins to yell.

I start smacking him around with my gun. “Hey! STOP YELLING AND GIVE ME SOME INFO!”

“Ok, ok! I quit! I’ll tell you! I tell you! On the last day of the month, a plane from San Andreas brings the weed to the Francis Airport at midnight. Please don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

I grab some duct tape and tape his mouth shut. “Chris, throw him into the back of the van.” I turn and look at T-Bank, “What should we do with him?”

“He can’t go back to his hood, ‘cause then he’ll tell the others that it was us. We have to kill him,” T-Bank says. “Let’s throw him off of the bridge.”

“Ok, but first let’s get this place cleaned up before we leave.”

 

After cleaning up the place we get into the van where Chris is waiting for us and we drive off to the bridge, just around the corner. We get to the middle of the bridge and I slam on the brakes, swing a u and face the car back towards Pike Creek on the north side of the bridge. “Chris, dispose of him. Then grab a car and meet us at the park in an hour.”

 

Chris slams open the rear doors and drags out the Diablo and props him up against the side of the bridge. He takes out his gun and shoots him in the chest, killing him and sending him down to the valley below. I speed off and Chris runs off in the other direction for a car.

 

“T-Bank, call Jenkins.”

“A’ight.”

T-Bank pulls out his phone and calls him up. “Jenkins, it’s T-Bank. Yeah, yeah. Ok. Be at the park in an hour. Fine. A’ight. Peace.”

“S’up,” I ask him.

“He says he’ll try to be there in an hour, but it’ll probably be an hour and a half.”

“Well, hopefully he’ll have my money.”

“Yeah, that’s why he said he would take a while.”

“Good, I’m going to call up Leeroy, see if he needs any stuff.”

 

I take my phone and call him up. He answers, “What it do?”

“Leeroy, it’s Desmo. You need any stuff?”

“Yeah, man. I just left your building trying to get some sh*t from you. Hood’s runnin’ dry and smokin’ up.”

“How much you need?”

“5 ounces.”

“A’ight, get the money ready. I’ll hit you up. Peace.”

“Don’t take too long, I need it now.”

“Ok.”

 

“How much weed does he want?” T-Banks asks.

“5 ounce.”

“sh*t, you’re going to have to buy some more of that stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” I say to him. “I’ll have to hit up Nicky to see if he still has any left.”

“True that.”

 

We stop by my apartment to get five ounces for Leeroy and go back downstairs where T-Bank is waiting for me in the van and I get in and we drive around the hood lookin’ for Leeroy. Thirty minutes later we find him coming out from behind a garage. I honk my horn and flash my lights at him and he comes over to me. “Where’s it at,” he asks.

“In the back,” I say.

 

He drops the cash in my lap, all $600, opens the rear doors, grabs the stuff and leaves. “Well, that was easy enough, wasn’t it?” T-Bank says.

“Right! HAHA!”

 

We drive over to the park and as we reach the end there’s a bright blue Banshee parked and Chris is sitting up on the hood. We park next to him and he gets up off the hood, leaving behind a huge dent.

 

“Chris, you fat f*ck. Couldn’t you have stolen a normal car?”

“You didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout it.”

“Jesus, and look what you did to the hood,” I tell him.

“They don’t make them like they used to.”

“No, you’re just a fatass.”

“I’m not fat, I’m big boned,” he replies.

“Yeah, right. Dump the car and go home.”

“A’ight,” he says. “Peace, homies. Hoodz fa lyfe.”

He gets into the Banshee and drives off and I look at T-Bank, “what a moron,” I say to him.

“F’sho.”

“Well, we’ll need someone else to take his place for what I’ve got planned and another car, but we still got 4 days ‘til the plane comes with the weed.”

 

A few seconds later Jenkins rolls up and stops in front of us. I walk over to the van and he rolls down the window with a huge smile on his face.

 

“Well?” I ask him.

“Been runnin’ around for the past few hours. Got rid of it all.”

“Good. Where’s the cash?”

“Here. $280.”

“Cool. I’ll hit you up later.”

“Wait a sec, mayne,” he says. “What happened to the Diablo?”

“He’s sleepin’ with the fishes. I’ll tell you more tomorrow.”

“Peace.”

 

I get into my van with a fist full of cash, T-Bank and I leave the park. T-Bank says, “Wanna go drinkin’?”

“A’ight. Where to?”

“I know this place in Pike Creek.”

“Let’s go!”

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

 

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Gang Stats -

Stories: 9

Drugs sold - 6oz. (5oz. $600, 28gr. $280)

Drugs remaining - 2oz.

 

[Boombastic]

How much drugs do we have?

[spursfan111]

THE WAR

 

Bullets were flying. AK-47 rounds ripped into the tree Hazer was taking cover behind. Hazer peeked out from behind the tree; Balla’s were mainly focusing on Vagos and were getting hammered by Azteca’s. There were dead bodies everywhere, blood all over the glade, people burnt to a crisp. Azteca were winning, they had an advantage and that advantage was molotov’s. The open glade, which the Balla’s and Vagos were fighting in, was the perfect spot to throw a molotov. Suddenly a shell ripped into the bark of the wide trunk tree Hazer was behind.

 

He leant against the tree and took a deep breath. Then he stepped out from behind the tree, Slaughtered a few Balla’s and Vagos with his dual wield Mac-10’s and quickly stepped back into cover. He looked sideways and saw the corpse of an Aztecan foot soldier. The guy was a young rookie; this was his first big thing with the Azteca’s. Hazer felt pity for him, but you don’t join a street gang if you can’t take the consequences, which in many cases was death. Hazer then looked a Juan who was firing his AK-47 like a man possessed. He had a menacing look on his face, and you knew he meant business.

 

He peeked out from behind the tree again, and Balla’s had lost heavily. They only had about four guys left alive in the glade, and they would all most probably be dead within the minute. He looked across at Franco and Fabio; The two Sindacco rookies looked moody and grumpy even in these extreme circumstances. Then Luca rolled a molotov across the dirt into Hazer’s hands. He picked it up, weighed it up in his hand, turned and flung into the middle of the battlefield. It burst it to flames and caught onto the trousers of three Vagos gang members.

 

They started running around frantically trying to brush the flames of their trouser legs, Hazer took the moment of panic to his advantage. He quickly pulled his combat shotgun from its strap, stepped out from behind the tree and unloaded shells into each of the panicking Vagos’ chests. He looked across at Franco and Fabio again, sh*t he thought when he saw Franco clutching a bullet wound on his shoulder. Blood was slowly seeping out of the wound and staining his t-shirt.

 

He looked back and Luca and shouted “Luca”.

 

Luca stopped firing at a Vagos gang-banger and looked up at Hazer, “What”, he shouted in reply.

 

“Bring him back to the van, I’ll cover you”, he said pointing at Franco.

 

Hazer signalled a countdown with his fingers. 3, 2, 1….. He ran out from the cover of the wide trunk tree suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline. He frantically fired his dual wield Mac-10’s while running sideways towards the nearest tree. He dived behind it, and rested against it briefly. He then proceeded to check to see if he was still alive. He had given Luca enough time to bring Fabio back to the van. He turned to look out, the battle was still raging but there were considerably less Vagos alive and the remaining Balla’s had fled.

 

He poked his one of his Mac-10’s out from behind the tree, but it wouldn’t work. No ammo and he was out of Mac-10 clips. He stood up, pulled his combat shotgun from its strap around his back and walked backwards towards the van. Any Vagos that dared turn and try and shoot him ended up with a shell in his face. He noticed Fabio lying against a tree with a series of bullet wounds in his chest. sh*t he thought, how was he gonna tell Marco about this. One guy dead and another shot in the shoulder. Hazer had made it out of the battlefield.

 

He could still here the rat-a-tat-tat of AK-47’s in the distance. He looked up at the two Aztecan snipers who were position high in trees. They were still popping heads of the Vagos’ dwindled army.

 

He turned to Luca who was whispering to Franco in a soothing and gentle voice, “Is it bad”, Hazer asked examining the bullet wound.

 

“Yeah we need to get him to a hospital pronto, he’s losing blood fast”, Luca replied.

 

“Ok the guys will be back in a second”, Hazer said worriedly.

 

One minute later the gunfire had stopped and two minutes later the Aztecan foot soldiers and snipers were back. Five foot soldiers made it back, (including Juan, excluding Franco, Hazer and Luca) and two Aztecan snipers. They’d lost two men (Fabio and the rookie). Suddenly Hazer heard sirens in the distance.

 

“sh*t”, Juan remarked.

 

“Ok me, Luca, Franco and Juan are going getting in this van”, Hazer said pointing at a certain van. “The rest are going to leave five minutes ahead of us and divert the cops, then we’re gonna head down to Angel Pine med centre”, Hazer continued.

 

“Hurry up ese’s we only got two minutes before the pigs are here”, Juan said.

 

The Azteca’s silently loaded up the vans with guns. The guys got into the van and drove off. Hazer and Luca lifted Franco into the back of the van who was screaming in agony. Hazer got in the driver’s seat, Luca got in the back and Juan got in the passenger seat. They sat there in the van, all silent for five minutes.

 

Then they set off for Angel Pine.

 

[johnson.]

Sorry for being inactive...

 

Things are a bit of a mess right now.

Everyone gets 100$

Expect an update.

[Oblivionz]

News, as far as I know. If you're going to follow through with the resetting of the topic, I'd edit your post.

[johnson.]

Indeed.

 

The BUYG is going to be reset.

Expect the new topic to be up soon.

Please try and refrain from posting in this topic.

 

Lock Requested

Edited January 11, 2008 by johnson.