BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[GTASA_passer]

Chapter 21: Assassinate the racer

It was about 17:00 when my phone started ringing. Excitement was inside me, speeding through my organs. I answered it. It was Mr. Vercetti!

“Hello Luke. I got a little job for you.”

“Anything for you Mr. Vercetti, what do I have to do?”

“There is a race going on. I need you to win it, then kill the racer in the white hotrod.”

“Sure. But my car isn’t back from the mod shop yet.”

“Oh yes it is. I drew a few connections and your car got moded in a second. The race is taking place at Ocean Beach, it ends on the end of the city. Get your car and go to the starting line.”

“I won’t disappoint you.”

“Ok, bye.”

I walked to the mod shop. My car was so cool. It was better than any street racing car! I drove to the starting line while getting use to the handling of this car. The starting line was full of people, only a few cars and racers where there. I got to the starting line and waited for the signal. Once we started you could smell the burning rubber in the air. I pumped up VROCK to the max and got full speed. Once I realized the other racers were in front, I took out my tec9 and poped their tires. I only left the hotrod untouched. The rest of the race was easy. I finished in 1st and got 50.000$. The guy in the rod got out of the car and told me to follow him. I did that. We got to a clear alley, he reached his gun, but I was a multi-second faster than him and instantly did a headshot thus killing him. A few guys walked behind me. I had to kill them quickly and go back to the mansion. I told Tommy what happened and asked if I can go home in SA. He said yes and let me off with some cash and weapons. I got in my Voodoo and went to the airport. I chose the first flight to LV and was there in a few hours. I arrived at the airport and went to The Four Dragons. I got in and saw all of the guys there. I explained what happened and they were happy to know what happened. When I went to sleep I knew that tomorrow I will get the guys to go back to LS. Sleep was stronger than me and I fell asleep in a few minutes.

 

NEXT MORNING

 

I had a blank in my mind. All I remember Is that the guys agreed to go to LS. I was already in a plane. The flight was soft. We didn’t talk at all. When we drove to see what is up with the Groove we were amazed. The Ballas re-builded it. I killed a few Ballas with my Tec so they know that is our street. Suddenly, waves of Ballas attacked us. We took cover and started blasting those bastards.

“Here, I got a M16. Take it for a spin from the side,” CJ said to me.

“I got it,” I said and took the left side. Once there was only two Ballas left they took cover and wounded one of the homies which just joined the war. Other 5 of the GSFs also took cover and killed those Ballas. There was a mega pool of blood all over the cul-de-sac. No one was left here except us. Everybody chose a house and went in. I found a whole box of cocaine, crack, heroine and other drugs. I carefully took it and put it in the middle of the cul-de-sac. I threw a few molotovs on the drug pile and it burned, hopefully it will continue its burning in hell. We did that with all their stuff. We put in our and went to check on our Distillery. It was still in one peace.

“That was some heavy action,” Sweet said

“Sure, at least we got our stuff back,” I said

“Confirmed,” CJ said

“Let’s go home and rest, this was a hard day,” Truth said

 

NEXT DAY

 

I got in to the house that was now Sweets property. The guys where talking something. CJ turned to me and said : “Hey Luke, we need you to f*ck up a crack den. Take this MP5 and a Satchel charge. Go to the place marked on the GPS and throw a satchel thru their window. Kill the survivors with the MP5.”

I knew what was to do. I got to the den and waited for someone to open a window. I waited and waited, but nothing. I was pissed, then I broke the window with my MP5 and threw the satchel in. Got a safe distance away and detonated it. There were of course some survivors. They were escaping with PCJ-s. I fastly got into my car and trailed behind them. It was hard to trail behind them but I managed to shoot the front guy so his bike collapsed with the last ones. They were all dead. I went back to Sweet and got a little cash reward for the job.

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi, mark-2007 here,

 

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johnson. - 3rd story

Southside Hoods

$47

$15 + $47 = $62

 

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GTASA_passer - 21st story

Grove Street Families

$22

$990 + $22 = $1012

 

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Stefan.

Ballas

The weapons prices have changed so you can't afford a shotgun - sorry.

 

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All sorted.

 

Rated and updated by mark-2007

Edited April 14, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[GTASA_passer]

I know im not the good one to complain, but there are some weapons not even seen in GTA, and the prices are gigantic! How do you expect us to buy weapons if the prices are kingsize?

 

 

EDIT : can we buy Scientist?

Edited April 14, 2008 by GTASA_passer

[Themaddddog23]

Diablos[/color=red]-Chapter I:New Turf:Hepburn Heights Apartments, 10:23 A.M, Liberty City, January 22, 2000:

At last the Apartments are finished.The Diablos have finally conquerd Hepburn Heights.After winning a Gang War between the Leone Mafia and the Triads, the Diablos have finally got Hepburn all to them selves.All the Leones have been taken out of Hepburn.As i step out of the Apartments, I get a Phone Call from El Burro saying that the Leones have been dealing around Diablo Turf, ruining Diablo Buisnesses.I see many Leones selling Cheap Drugs and XXX Magazines on the Streets.I went back to the Apartment for a Weapon.I got a Baseball Bat.As i approached one of the Leones, he pulled a Gun at me.However i was able to Knock him out with the Baseball Bat, beating him up unconsciously.El Burro later called me saying "Good Job".Then after that, i see a suspicous Leone car passing me.I got in my Diablo Stallion and followed it.But not to close.Then it arrived at Salvatore's Gentelemans Club.I saw 2 Leones get out of the Car.I spyed on them.They were talking to Salvatore on planning a Gang War on all the Portland Gangs.However i came behind Hiting the 2 Leones and then picking up there Guns and escaping back in the Diablo Stallion.I returned back to Warn El Burro and the Others on whats gonna happen if there not on Guard.After that, i was scared on what the Leones were gonna do if they arrive at Hepburn Heights.But after that when sleeping in my Apartment, i heard Italian Accent Voices, it was the Leones.I quickly go get my Gun and shot the Leones.More come.I all shot them with nearly one of them Killing me.But Surviving the Gun Fight was a big one.

 

To Be Continued........

 

---------------Off-Story---------------

More coming soon!Hope you liked it!

Edited April 15, 2008 by Themaddddog23

[mark-2007]

Hi, this is my sixteenth story (last bit had 14 part one and foruteen part 2) so I'll name it as Chapter 15 but it's actually my sixteenth. Anyways - enjoy!

 

EDIT: Going to split it up into two separate chapters as this one covers just into a sixth page on MS Word . Should make it easier to read being shorter.

 

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The Leones

Cipriani's Ristorante

 

Chapter Fifteen: I Fought the Law

 

I pushed open the back door of Cipriani’s Ristorante and was instantly enveloped in a cloud of rich cigar smoke. Through the haze I could make out Toni and Joey playing cards and talking. They looked up as I found my way through the smoke. Toni got up from his seat and offered his hand. I took it and shook it.

 

“Well done on that job kid,” he said as he gave me a firm pat on the back. “I know it must have been a tough thing to do but you did good.”

“Thanks Toni,” I said, feeling a bit lousy; the fact that I’d mercilessly killed my best friend just because he planned on killing my boss still bared heavy on my mind.

 

I left not long after and made my way over to see Alberto at the airport, he had a little job for me to do. I headed across the Callahan Bridge, looking across the water where the body of my best friend floated out of sight in the tides as I drove. I was changing lanes to go towards the Shoreside Lift Bridge when a megaphone blared over the sound of the radio.

 

“Could the driver of the black Sentinel please pull over,” the voice boomed. I looked in my rear-view mirror to see what was going on. Red and blue flashing lights reflected into my eyes, blurring my vision for a second.

“Ah sh*t,” I muttered as I pulled over to the side of the road. A tall cop climbed out of his squad car and paced over to me.

“Licence and registration please,” he asked firmly.

“Sir, I believe I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” I said politely with no sign of anger showing.

“I don’t want to have to ask again,” the cop was getting angry now, but I was enjoying winding him up.

“Okay, one second,” I said and leaned over to fetch my licence from my glove compartment.

“Keep your hands where I can see them!” he yelled, gun now drawn and pointed at my face.

“Whoa, calm the f*ck down,” I said, still calm. “How am I supposed to get my licence without using my hands?”

“Alright wiseguy, step out of the car,” he sneered at me and opened my car door. I stepped out, a crowd of people were watching, intrigued at what I’d done wrong. “Lay down on your stomach with your hands placed on your head.

“Alright Adolf,” I joked and did as he said.

“Don’t mock me asshole,” he said piercingly. He handcuffed me and threw me roughly into the backseat of the police car.

 

It was a short drive to the Staunton Island LCPD station where he led me through to the front desk. A pretty, black woman sat at the desk. She smiled at me as I was lead forwards. She didn’t look like a police woman herself, just a clerk. A chubby policeman stood sweating over her, he also smiled at me as I was brought to a stop facing him, but this was more a smile of satisfaction.

 

“Ah, Mr. di Santi,” he said with a grin. “We’ve got some questions that we were hoping you could answer.”

 

I looked into his eyes, he loved the fact that I was at his mercy. He walked round the desk and led me to a questioning room with the first cop. I was pushed into an uncomfortable plastic seat across from them. In between was an equally cheap plastic table with a recording device on the desk. The chubby cop pressed the record button and sat back in his chair.

 

“29th April 2003, Interrogation Room 3. The time is,” he glanced at his watch. “Twenty-nine minutes past four in the afternoon.”

“The man in question is Giovanni di Santi,” the first cop said, using my full name.

“So Mr. di Santi,” the chubby cop began. “Where were you yesterday at 11am?”

“I believe I was at Greasy Joe’s Diner with a friend of mine,” I answered truthfully.

“Was that friend Carlo Lombardo?”

“Yes it was.”

“Ah hah!” he said triumphantly.

“What?” I asked, bemused. “You’re arresting me for committing the crime of eating a sloppy burger?”

“Don’t be cute with me Mr. di Santi,” said the tall one. “So, can you explain where Carlo is now?”

At the bottom of the ocean, I thought to myself.

“I’m guessing that he’s at work,” I said questioningly.

“Oh yeah, how stupid of us,” said the tall guy, slapping his forehead in mock idiocy. The fat guy chuckled at this. “So could you explain why he hasn’t been into work today? Or why no one has seen him since yesterday?”

“Maybe he’s ill,” I suggested. “You ever think of that?”

“Alright, this is going nowhere,” the chubby guy said, frustrated. “End of interview, 4:37pm.” He clicked the stop button, sat back and sighed.

 

The tall guy jumped up from his chair and planted a punch right into my cheek. I fell sideways off my chair with shock and then stared back at him, my brain ablaze with fury.

 

“You f*cker!” he yelled. “Tell us where Carlo is!”

“What? How am I supposed to know?” I asked incredulously. “Ring his house or something.”

“Oh yeah, like we haven’t tried that before.”

 

He pulled me up from the floor and kneed me in the stomach. I doubled over, winded, but I knew I couldn’t fight back. If I did I could face a few years for assault of a Police officer, regardless of what they’d done to me. I spluttered, catching my breath again and then stood up. I was a bit shorter than the cop that had stopped me but I towered over the chubby guy so I stared down at him menacingly. He stepped up to me and spat in my face. I wiped it off in disgust and sat back down.

 

“I want a lawyer present for any further questions,” I demanded.

“Oh, like f*ck you will,” he laughed. “We’re done with you anyway.”

 

He yanked me up from chair and led me back out of the interrogation room. I was bleeding from a small cut below my right eye and the pretty clerk I’d seen on the way in looked at me in shock. I grimaced back at her and was frogmarched out of the station and dumped on the sidewalk.

 

“See ya around Johnny,” the tall officer said with a wink.

“Ah, f*ck you,” I muttered as they walked away.

 

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Next part up as soon as this one's rated.

 

EDIT:

 

@ GTASA_passer: We can't buy any major money making assets (including Scientist) until there are more people writing.

Edited April 15, 2008 by mark-2007

[Themaddddog23]

Ok, im writed my Story.Hope you like it!

 

Diablos, Chapter II: Drug Dealing: Hepburn Heights Apartments, 1:02 AM, Liberty City, January 24 2000

 

El Burro calls me late at night saying we need to Drug Deal. I wake up and start Drug Dealing around Diablo Turf. As I walk throughout the Streets of Hepburn and Red Light, I find a Customer. He wanted Pure SPANK. He payed me over 5000$ for the Drugs. After that, I made a successful Drug Deal.

 

Next I see a Colombian on the street selling his Pure Colombian Crack. I told him to get lost, but he started to shoot me with his AK47 and Peds run away for safety. I was unarmed. Then the Cops saw the Drug Dealer. He arrested him while I was hiding. After the Cop left, I continued Drug Dealing.

 

Next I went to my Apartment to get a Baseball Bat just in case. Then, I saw a Jamaican/Yardie who was dealing on the streets. I walked in front of him saying this is not his turf. But pulled out a Baseball Bat and we had a Melee battle. I beated him but then ran away to a Yardie Lobo and escaped.

 

After he escaped, I decided to head to the Red Light District to see anyone who would buy. Then another Customer wanted to by some Speed from me and some Mushrooms. He payed over 20000 Dollars.

 

Then I Saw a Cartel Cruiser speeding by. I got my Car and followed it. It arrived at the Portland Docks and I saw a “Mysterious Women and Man” and later went off. I quickly found a Gun in the Car and then started a Shootout between me and the Colombians.

 

The Colombians were packing Arms with AK47’s, 9MM’s, Uzi’s, and even M4 Carbines. I was desperate in need of help. Luckily my car was Bulletproof. But how was I going to escape? Then, a gang of Diablos helped me escape killing all the Colombians. However Cartel Cruisers and Yardie Lobos were crashing us, however we made it to Hepburn were we ambushed them.

 

After that we went back to the Docks because there were Patriots there with lots of SPANK the Diablos can use for Drug Dealing. Then after returning them I got back to work this time selling XXX Magazines. I sold over 50 of them making a successful deal.

 

But then bad news came. The Colombians preformed a drive by and we had a Gun Fight. After that we blown up there Truck and then got some rest. I had made lots of cash for my gang and Myself!

 

Hope you liked it guys!I dont expect it to be good but i hope it is!Thank You!

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

radicell here

 

Themaddddog23: $20, $24. Just a suggestion, maybe add more description to your stories. Right now it's just "He gave me a call.. I went out.. I went here.. I went there.. Colombians drove by.. I went there again.." etc. Add some detail to brighten your stories up a bit.

 

mark-2007: $46.

 

Story counts and money have been updated.

[Struff Bunstridge]

Ballas - Glen Park

 

The sun was just beginning to set as Curt and I began to tear up Los Santos in his new Comet. It was cherry red (or at least it was now; it had been a kind of pale blue when he jacked it over in Rodeo), with beautiful alloys and a huge sound system. The top was down, and you could hear the music two blocks away. Curt had started hitting this Rasta chick who lived over in Fierro, and she’d been turning him on to the sounds of K-JAH. He grinned as he found the station, and turned the speakers up full blast as The Maytals came on.

“Pressure drop, whoa pressure…” he shouted out of tune as he leaned his head back, gunning the machine even faster towards Pershing Square.

“Dude, if I was you I’d watch the road, and don’t make any plans to change your day job!” I yelled, clinging to the seat for dear life as he executed a perfect J-turn past the impound. As he roared past the fountains, almost mowing down a dawdling pig, I had to hand it to the kid; he knew how to handle his automobiles.

All at once, behind us I heard a police siren stutter into life, and Curt laughed wildly.

“We got us a chase now bro!” He floored the accelerator, and an inhuman burst of power thrust us both back into our seats as the cop behind us tried desperately to keep pace. The wind made it almost impossible to hear the previously deafening music as Curt weaved in and out of traffic at suicidal speeds. I had no idea how the cop was keeping up. We zipped across the intersection by the pizza joint in Idlewood, and I realised we were headed for Johnson turf. In Curt’s rear view I could see the pig radioing for backup, and then the vision was lost as Curt flung the Comet into another turn by the motel.

We were now racing up the bridge opposite Binco, and I could see flashes of green as OGF pussies scrambled to get as far away from the road as they could. I looked round just in time to see the cop tear into the same corner. He made the turn, grazing the right side of his car against the wall, throwing up sparks and shards of paint. I thought he’d made it, and I was almost rooting for the bastard, when one of his front tyres blew from the strain of the hard corner. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he lost control of his vehicle, skidding crazily across the tarmac. He hit the train track, and gravity briefly lost its hold on the car. Curt slowed the Comet to a crawl as, about a hundred yards behind us, the cop car flew like a javelin through the twilight air. I caught a glimpse of the cop’s face, twisted in panic, and then nothing as the car landed on its roof, metal screaming on concrete as it scraped along the street, before smashing loudly into the wall of Binco.

We watched mesmerised as the car caught fire. Sirens began to sound in the middle distance.

“Curt, man, we better get moving. They pin this sh*t on us, and we’re dead meat for sure.” I muttered.

“What?!” yelled Curt. Irritated, I reached over and turned his stereo off.

“We’ve gotta get out of here, Curt! Now, you asshole! Move!” I bawled at him. He sat there for two maddening seconds before something seemed to click inside of him. Quickly, he shifted into gear, and hit the gas. We tore out of Idlewood just in time, as blue flashers began to appear from the direction of Ganton.

Cruising at a more leisurely speed back towards the park, I remembered the problems our set faced; these attacks on our hood could not go unpunished. But who could we strike back against, when we didn’t even know how we were supposed to be beefing with? I mulled it over for a while, but thoughts of revenge were soon dispelled from my mind as Curt pulled up outside Tre’s house in East Los Santos. The music was banging, the booze was flowing, and Tre was standing in his front yard, a chick on each arm, a huge sh*t-eating grin on his face. I marvelled again at Curt’s driving as we got out of the car; there wasn’t so much as a scratch on the Comet. In fact, it looked good as new. I looked up just as Tre threw a beer my way.

“Drink up, homie. We got some work to put in for the set tomorrow, but tonight, we gonna paaaaar-tay!”

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi,

 

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Struff Bunstridge - 4th story

Ballas

$36

$329 + $36 = $365

 

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Keep the stories coming everyone

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

[mark-2007]

Hello, here's my seventeenth story (I had Chapter Fourteen - Part One and Two, the Chapter Fifteen, now this whihc is really my seventeenth but I'll call it my Chapter Sixteen - any ideas how to sort this out? It confuses me everytime I come to post a story. Anyways... enjoy:

 

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The Leones

Cipriani's Ristorante

 

Chapter Sixteen: Cool Off

 

It was about half an hour since I was taken in and the sun was now sitting behind a tall skyscraper, casting a huge shadow which covered me. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialled in Alberto’s number.

 

“Hey Alberto, I just got pinched,” I told my captain.

“Ah sh*t, are you out now?” I gave a grunt to confirm this. “Alright, meet me at Joey’s. I’ll be there in a bit, kid.”

 

I flagged down a taxi, my car having been towed to the impound lot after my arrest, and told the driver to take me to Marco’s Bistro. From there I could walk to Joeys place, I didn’t want anyone knowing where I was going. About a half hour later the taxi pulled up to Marco’s Bistro. I stuffed a few notes into the driver’s hand and stepped out of the car. A short walk later and I was strolling up the winding path that led to Joey’s house. I took the steps two at a time and a burly guy paced up to me.

 

“Hey Johnny,” he said gruffly, I didn’t know him but I’d seen him with Joey before, he was his driver I think.

“Hey, is Joey in?” I asked.

“Yeah, he’s getting changed at the minute,” the guy told me. “He said just wait in the living room for him.” I thanked the guy and went inside.

 

I took a seat on one of the cream, suede sofas and waited for Joey to come in. There was a window directly facing me and I gazed out of it at the lighthouse. I drew my focus to the reflection in the window pane; I had a gash below my right eye which was thick with congealed blood, my eye was beginning to swell up and my hair was a mess.

 

There was a knock at the door, someone answered it and a few seconds later Alberto entered the room with Toni in tow. They took their coats off and hung them on the stand. Toni walked over to me, looked me up and down and grimaced.

 

“Jeez, you got it pretty bad,” he said to me, examining my blackening eye. “The cops did this to you?”

“Yeah, pieces of sh*t,” I cursed.

“You know what their names are? We can pull some strings, get them suspended,” he said with a grin.

“Ah, I didn’t see names,” I said miserably. “One of them was a tall guy and the other was short and chubby, wore glasses. One of the receptionists saw them if that helps.”

“We’ll see what we can do kid,” Alberto chipped in.

 

The far door pushed open and in walked Joey Leone, suited up and a grave look on his face. He motioned to the basement and we all walked down the steps and stood around.

 

“Johnny, first thing,” he began. “We’re going to find those cops for you and mete out adequate punishment.”

“Cool, you mean hit them around a little bit?” I asked with hope. “I’ll help out if that’s the case.”

“Well that’s the thing Johnny,” he said and continued. “You’re far too suspect in Carlo’s disappearance. The Police are very interested in you and that may lead to interest in the Family as a whole.”

“Okay, so you’re going to make a couple bribes, yeah?”

“This is beyond bribes, as today has shown,” he motioned to my beaten and bruised face.

“You’re going to go to Vice City and relax there for a while,” Toni informed me. “Just for a little bit until the Police forget this whole saga.”

“What? Where am I going to go? I don’t even know anyone there,” I pleaded. Vice City might be sunny but I couldn’t just ‘relax for a while’. I could be there weeks, moths, maybe even years.

“You might not know anyone but we do,” Joey said.

“There’ll be plenty of work for you, Johnny,” Alberto told me reassuringly.

“Okay, if that’s what’s needed,” I mumbled.

“Good, we’ve got you a ticket for a flight in four hours time,” Joey said. “I suggest you go home and pack, Alberto will give you a lift to the airport and then you’ll boar your flight.” He handed me a FlyUS ticket and I left the house.

 

An hour later I was standing by the door. A suitcase lay on the counter containing my clothes and some cash; I’d buy whatever else I needed when I got there. A knock at the door echoed through my soon to be abandoned apartment. It was Alberto who, as arranged, was going to take me to the airport. Just over half an hour later I was getting out of Alberto’s car.

 

“When you land there’ll be a guy waiting for you,” he told me. “See ya when I see ya kid.”

“Alright Alberto,” I said and leaned over to shake hands. “Thanks for the help. I’ll see ya soon, hopefully.”

 

A few hours later and I was walking along the pull-out corridor to the plane. I took a seat by the window in first-class, they were good tickets Joey had got me, and relaxed.

 

“This is FlyUS flight 106 from Francis International to Escobar International, conditions are good for flying and we expect to touchdown in about three hours,” the pilot announced. “You’ll be pleased to know that it’s sunny and hot in Vice City, about 26°C. Enjoy your flight.”

 

He ended the announcement and began to taxi to the runway. We gathered speed and were in the air in no time. Leaning forward, I could see the whole of Liberty City. I said goodbye quietly, not knowing when I’d return.

 

 

I made my way out of the terminal and through airport security quite quickly. I stepped outside and the hot, sticky air of Vice City greeted my cheeks. Scanning the horizon I could make out a suited man, the chauffeur I presumed, holding up a placard with ‘di Santi’ scrawled across it. I headed over his way and he opened the door of a stretch limousine for me. I ducked inside and found myself sitting next to a man; he must have been in his late forties, possibly older. His hair was a very deep brown, almost black, with the beginnings of grey setting in. It was combed back perfectly. He wore a tailored deep blue, pinstriped suit with a pink shirt beneath it, the top few buttons of which were open. He smiled and offered his hand as I got in.

 

“Hi, I’m Tommy,” he said in a New York accent; he sounded like a movie star almost. “Welcome to Vice City."

 

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Yeah! Glad I got that one out the way - next chapter coming soon.

 

[autotheftisgrand]

I would like to buy a bar.

 

Since our gang is very active. We're gonna make up the money with our stories

 

I'll be posting my continuation this weekend... busy with summer classes

 

It's summer here in my country

[GTASA_passer]

 

I would like to buy a bar.

 

Since our gang is very active. We're gonna make up the money with our stories 

 

I'll be posting my continuation this weekend... busy with summer classes

 

It's summer here in my country

erm, we dont have the green. i asked to buy a scientist. its 700$, makes 85$ a day. leaving us with 300$

 

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Chapter 22 : A lot of green

 

I went to Sweets, my legs were tired like I have been running the marathon two times in a row. I think it took me at least 10 minutes to get to Sweets, or that’s how it seemed. Sweet let me in and told me:

“I got another job for you. Go to the airport and get into a red Cheetah. We got an undercover GSF screwing the Ballas. He will give you their cash. Take it and get it to the safe in my house.”

 

“You got it. I’ll go as fast as I can.”

 

I took a cab and got to the airport in a few minutes. There was a red Cheetah in the shadows in a alley. The alley was like the ones from movies, dark and quiet. I could almost hear my thoughts. The Cheetah had dark windows, I got in and saw a guy. He was dressed in purple, like those Balla’ fools. We started talking.

 

“Are you Luke?”

 

“That’s me.”

 

“Sweet told me you will come.”

 

“Oh yeah, look, I don’t have much time so hand over the green and let me go.”

 

“No need to get nervous. Here you go,” he said as he gave me the cash.

 

“Bye, see you later.”

 

“Hey, one thing, tell Sweet that he better guard his street, Ballas are going to attack it!”

 

“Oh really, what will you be doing?”

 

“Well, let’s say I will catch a cold and stay home.”

 

“Cool, see you.”

 

“Later.”

 

 

Edited April 15, 2008 by GTASA_passer

[Shootin_spree]

uh, i was wonderin, can i join, if so, i would like to be The Leone Family, Chiliad Hideout. And if i can, this is my first story, if not, just disregard it.

 

The Leone Family

Chiliad Hideout

Chapter 1 - Arrival

 

Well, today’s the day, the don, Salvatore, sent me over to this sh*thole called San Andreas. I have been ordered to make our mark in San Andreas, very slowly though, so at the moment, I’m at this remote part of the Badlands, and my target to start up our little takeover of the San Andreas is up at this massive mountain. Mt. Chiliad. it’s a sunny day and there is not a cloud to be seen. I’ve been told someone up on the mountain is waiting for me, this is going to be one unforgettable climb.

 

Ring Ring.

 

“What you doin man, get your ass up here, we got important sh*t to take care of”, mystery voice said.

 

“Ok, man, just hold up, and by the way, who the hell is this”. I said.

 

“You will find out very soon, now move your ass”. He replied.

 

I hung up and looked up on the mountain. I got to the very base of this huge monstrous mountain and knew that somehow I had to get to the very top. I started the long climb up the mountain, taking mostly trails that had been marked. I came along a trail that had an abandoned wooden hut in the middle of some trees, I don’t know why, but that was so freaky. I continued along the track for several minutes until I found another one leading up and around the mountain. I headed up that one, it was very rocky and dusty and I had the impression someone was watching me. This path continued around for at least an hour and I finally reached the last track, which would lead me straight up to the top of Mt. Chiliad. I almost ran up it in joy for being finished on such a hard climb. But then, out of the blue, a man jumped from behind a rock and had a gun pointed at me.

 

‘Hold it right there, wait, Connor, oh sh*t, its really you, I heard you got killed in a Triad ambush at the dons place’. The person said.

 

‘Man, one day Marco, your gonna get us both killed man’. I said in anger.

 

I couldn’t believe it, it was Marco, my old friend, my old boss, my old mentor. We used to do everything for the Family, we both hit up Diablo as well as Triad turf. And, I couldn’t believe it, Marco and I, were going to take this place for everything its got. I knew instantly why Salvatore sent us both over here. He knew we would be able to take down San Andreas, by ourselves.

 

 

(sorry of its a little crap, my first time)

Edited April 15, 2008 by Shootin_spree

[Themaddddog23]

Say, BUYG i would like to buy the Diablos a Colt.45 for 95$.

[Build Up Your Gang]

@Mark-2007: $49 Easily one of the best stories from you yet, I'm looking forward for Johnny's adventures in Vice City.

 

17 story count, $49 + $1332 = $1383.

 

Shootin Spree $32 Added, that was really good for a first time! I hope to see you around more.

 

1 story count, $32 + $1383 = $1405.

 

 

@autotheftisgrand: The only asset were allowed to sell right now is the distillery until everyone has grown, sorry man.

 

@GTASA_passer: $21 Just a bunch of dialouge, your improving but so keep it up, you need more description.

 

22 story count, $21 + $1012 = $1033.

 

Also, about the bar, refer to above.

 

@Themaddddog23: Sure, $144 - $95 = $49 left.

 

Rated & edited by Phusion.

Edited April 16, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[Lochie_old]

Russian Mafia: V-Rock Hotel: The Plan

I woke up in my penthouse, naked with no sheets covering me, next to me lay some young blonde girl named Ariel, she was a good nights fun but I really didn't think much more of her then another notch on my belt. I got up and immediately fell to the ground, I was extremely dizzy and hung over from last night. My tour and speech had gone well, the family approved of my bank robbing proposition, and if it worked out we would try it more, now was just the problem of organizing it.

 

I lay on the floor for abit, then worked the strength to get up and took some pain killers, my headache ceased and I chugged down on a diet Sprunk. I put on my suit, woke Ariel and exchanged numbers, I had no intentions of a relationship, just when I wanted a quick f*ck. She left and I walked down to my office, we needed a place in the hotel to plan our operations.

 

Luckily Peter was taking the family over to Grey Imports to show them around, then me and Peter had to fly to Liberty City to check out the mafia's threshold there. I got on the phone and made a few calls. Soon my small crew was assembled in my office,

 

"Ok guys, I hope you enjoyed last night, but now we need to get down to business." I addressed the crew, "We plan on hitting this bank in a month, we need a place to plan this all out, we need weapons, a crew and ways of transportation. The crew is going to consist of 7, two drivers, a safe-cracker, a hacker, a sniper and two gunsmen. I'm going in as a gunmen, that leaves 6 positions to fill. Any suggestions?"

 

The Sniper

 

Franco put his hand up, he wasn't very talkative, he was younger then me and not many people talked to him, "I don't mean to brag..." he said timidly, "But I think I'm a pretty good shot."

 

"Bullsh*t Franco, you couldn't even shoot that f*cking Leone!" Jeremy laughed across the room, Franco turned bright red and yelled in defense,

 

"Because he was about 100 meters away and you were being a f*cking seflish prick hogging the scope!"

 

Jeremy went silent, laughter and hoots filled the room, I calmed it all down. I got up, pulled out a fake book case with books painted on it, and handed Franco a PSG.

 

"You see those bikers? They've been coming around trying to get protection money, they camp across the street. If you hit one in the head then your..."

 

Franco had already adjusted the gun and let off a shot, it cracked the window pane and flew a long distance, a high-pitched scream filled the air and we all looked out the window to see a dead biker lying on the pavement. I shook Franco's hand and patted him on the back,

 

The HQ

 

"Your in, guys, go do your rounds of duty today and come back, I've got to make another phone call." I ushered them all out of my office and sat down. I caught up on some sleep then walked around the hotel. It was a very nice place and was earning a good reputation, Asians filled the lobby for Chinese New Years as bags were carried up stairs and people were checked in, I walked into the main restaurant, a nice little Italian joint. I checked out the back, it smelt of wonderful sauce, I decided I would get some later. I opened a few doors and soon found an abandoned room with a few bags of potatoes and some linen, there was a small loading ramp outside. It was perfect.

 

[GTASA_passer]

Chapter 23: Visit time

 

 

Once I got out of the GSFs Cheetah, instantly put my hand up for a cab. The streets were empty like the vest shop in a hot summer. A Jamaican man pulled and I got in. “Where to,” the strange voice said. “Groove Street.” “Hey, you must be that Luke guy teaming up with every hardcore gang in America. Pleasure to meet you,” he said and majorly surprised me! A big fat cat eat my tongue, I was speechless. Nobody ever replied to me with such loyalty. “Yeah, that would be me,” I said when my tongue grew back. “Listen, I am a member of the Yardies. We are having trouble with crack dealing gangs like Ballas and Vagos. We would appreciate if you would help us,” he said. I didn’t realize he didn’t start to drive yet. “Sure, my gang is having some trouble with them too, so we can help. Now drive to the Groove so we can talk in more details,” he instantly started driving when I said that. I felt power, like somebody made me eat a medium size power charge, finally I was something to someone, something big! This must be how Sweet and CJ felt all the time. It was a good feel. The city was still quiet and empty, empty like a bottle of drinked up beer. Why doesn’t anyone go out on the streets? At this time people on the streets outnumber the ants in the whole world! But, I kind of like it this way. Nobody sounding his horn at others and that sh*t, the ride was pretty long when compared to the first one. As we passed Willowfield and El Corona, I felt something was wrong! When I got to Groove, I paid the taxi driver and gave him my number. The cul-de-sac was also empty like the other parts of the city, I the grass was dry, so I took a seat, right on it. It was so quiet you could hear the grass grow. The city changed, you couldn’t hear not one single gunshot, not one single voice, nothing, like I was the only one alive in this whole city, the town of LS.

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi all,

 

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~PhusioN~ - 13th story

Russian Mafia

$36

$360 + $396

 

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GTASA_passer - 23rd story

Grove Street Families

$16

$1033 + $16 = $1049

 

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Keep the chapters coming

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

[GTASA_passer]

Can we buy BF-400?

[Build Up Your Gang]

Sure thang brudda, BF-400 purchased for Grove Street Families.

 

$1049 - $600 = $449

 

It's a motorbike, by the way, just a notice, 'cos I had to check

 

updated by mark-2007

Edited April 16, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[spursfan111]

Sorry guys I've been very busy/inactive I'll post a story before the weekend I promise

[Shootin_spree]

The Leone Family

Chiliad Hideout

Chapter 2 - The Call

 

Ring Ring

 

‘Marco, is this you?’ A mystery voice asked.

‘Yeah, it is’ Marco replied.

‘Ok man, its me, Joey’ the man said.

‘Joey! Excellent to hear from you man, your contact arrived, and you couldn’t of sent a better person’ Marco said, rather quickly.

‘yeah yeah, Salvatore said he wanted someone who could get stuff done and who could work well with Marco, he automatically thought of Connor’ Joey told Marco.

‘Ok man, what you calling me for?’ Marco asked.

‘Ok, ill make this quick, its costing me a fortune, the Don is sending you some fire power, he wants you to take out a son of a b*tch reporter who’s been tailing you’ Joey said.

‘How the hell do you know someone has been tailing me?’ Marco asked, turning around, scanning the surroundings.

‘Look we have contacts down there, ok? Just keep sharp and tell Connor I said hey’ And with that Joey hung up.

 

I came from around a rock and walked back into where we were camped. Marco looked a little nervous and was looking around. I walked over to him, snuck up behind him, and grabbed him. He sh*t himself, and pulled out a nine.

 

‘Whoa man, its me, chill, chill’ I said, stumbling back.

‘Connor, you muthaf*cka’ Marco said lowering his nine.

‘What’s up man, why are you so edgy all of a sudden’ I asked him.

 

And then he told me all about Joeys phone call, and how we would be getting some Firepower sent over. I personally hoped it was a flamethrower, but Marco reassured me that it would most likely be a sniper rifle. This, made me very happy, I had only used a sniper once before, and it was to take out some Triads when Salvatore was being transported through Chinatown back in Liberty.

 

‘So, a reporter is following us?’ I asked Marco.

‘Yeah man, and I think he knows everything, about us taking over San Andreas and all’ Marco replied back to me.

‘You think?’ I said back.

‘Well, Joey called, so it must be very important’ He said, walking over to a little hut, which we could call our home for quite awhile.

 

I looked down at my shoes, and thought to myself, ‘I’m gonna waste whoever this punk is’. I also wondered who the contacts were, if we knew them, if they were sent over years before us, if it was another gang from around here, but, I didn’t see any gangs when I walked into this sh*tty place. It was mind boggling that the Leones have so much power. And I also wondered how they would get the Firepower over here? This was going to be an interesting part of my life.

 

*can i purchase a Sniper Rifle?*

Edited April 16, 2008 by Shootin_spree

[Oblivionz]

Eh, mark me as inactive on the roster. I don't want to secede from it, but I'm not going to have a chance to write for a little bit.

[Build Up Your Gang]

Hi again,

 

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shootingspree - 2nd story

The Leones

$31 - nice second story, they're getting interesting. A bit more description about surroundings, feelings and senses (sights, smells, touches, you get the idea, yeah?) would earn you more money (into the $40s, even $50s if you're really good).

$1405 + $31 = $1436

 

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Sniper rifle, for shootingspree of the Leones, purchased:

$1436 - $175 = $1261

 

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Oblivion - done, look forward to your first story when it comes.

 

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rated and updated by mark-2007

[Shootin_spree]

The Leone Family

Chiliad Hideout

Chapter 3 - Sharp Contacts

 

Well, my first night on mount chiliad, was, unique, I guess you could call it that. It was around 11 pm and we hit the hay, ready for a nice lovely sleep. Marco fell asleep almost instantly, but I on the other hand, laid awake, tossing and turning the new information all around my head. Who were these contacts? Why were they helping Marco and myself? What is this so-called fire power? But soon enough, I fell asleep, a rough sleep, but, it was sleep. I woke up, at the crack of dawn and walked outside the hut, in which Marco was still sleeping, snoring his head off. Boy, the smell on of dawn is beautiful on top of Mt Chiliad. And the morning chorus of the birds in the trees way below could be heard way up here. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around. Something caught my eye on the ground, it was a long package with an envelope attached to it. ‘What the…’ I thought to myself. I went and woke Marco up hastily.

 

‘What the hell man, this better be f*cking important’ Marco said sounding really annoyed.

‘Man, get your ass out here, this is the firepower I think’ I said, picking up the envelope and tearing it open.

 

The envelope read:

 

“To Connor,

We know you can shoot well with a sniper, now is the chance to prove yourself worthy of being here with Marco. There is a deal taking place at the little town you arrived in, get a vantage point from somewhere on the mountain, make sure you hit the guy wearing purple. Oh, and my regards to Marco.”

From, Toni

 

 

‘Who the f*ck is Toni?’ I asked Marco.

‘Toni, your telling me you don’t know Toni Cipriani?’ Marco said amazed.

‘What?! The Toni Cipriani, as in his mother ordered a hit on him a few years back, that Toni Cipriani?’ I said back.

‘Yeah, that’s him, sh*t, what did the note say?’ Marco asked, taking the note and reading it.

‘Man, I better get moving, get a vantage point, keep my scope set for a guy in purple.’ I said, tearing away the package and holding up a Sniper Rifle.

‘You want me to come with you man?’ Marco inquired.

‘Nah, man, ill be more focused without a distraction’ I replied.

‘Ok then, man’ Marco said and headed back into the hut.

 

I walked down the tracks til I could find somewhere to post myself. I could see the tiny town from here, but I thought I might need a better position. I continued around the track til I got into a bunch of trees, the perfect cover. And I positioned myself and held the rifle to my eye, watching carefully. A few hours past, and then, I saw a black limo pull up outside of a broken down bar. I held the Scope to my eye and spotted a man wearing Purple walking up to the limo. I positioned myself and took aim. Smoothly I pulled the trigger and a direct hit. The man fell down and the limo sped off at a million miles an hour. I got up off the ground and was about to head back, when I heard a bike engine, and it was getting closer to my position. I was frozen solid, I wouldn’t move, I was telling myself to get up and run, but I stood there like a fool. The bike came hurtling up the track and came into view. I was watching the bike, and apparently the driver was watching me. He stopped the bike and kicked it into neutral. He walked over to me.

 

‘You Connor’ The man asked me.

‘Who’s askin?’ I replied standing my ground.

‘I’m surprised you don’t remember me, we used to do jobs together’ the man said.

‘Yeah? Well, then, mind telling me your name, so I can stir up some of these memories’ I said, sort of like a smart ass.

‘Its me, man, I cant believe you don’t remember me, its…me, Luigi’ the man said.

‘Oh sh*t, Luigi, is that you, man, you look different somehow’ I gasped.

‘Come on man, we gotta go get Marco’ Luigi told me, hopping back on the bike.

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘Ill explain on the way’ Luigi said and I hopped on to the bike.

 

 

Things were getting strange here, it seems Salvatore has positioned most of his most trusted men in San Andreas. There’s Me, Marco and now Luigi. What’s next Joey and Toni. Well, what ever the Don has brewed up its gotta be a good plan. I hope it involves more sniping.

[VinnieLeone]

The Wedding

 

June 12,2008

 

Toni Cipriani comes out of hiding after "dying" in surgey. And Joey gave Toni his own family in South Broker. New threats await Joey and Toni. The Lucchezi Crime Family based in the SubUraban of Dukes,The Irish Mob based in North broker.

 

(South Broker) Joey arrives at The Cipriani Estate with his brother Diego.

 

Toni!! yelled Joey with a happy tone. Joey! You son of a gun hows it goin. Said Toni. Not much accept im getting married. Said Joey with a High tone.(Ok im Switching back to my old way)

 

Toni: Really its about time kid man your pop would have been so proud. with a sad tone

 

Joey:Ya but anyway we need to check our friend Phil Bell looks like he his dealing with the Vance Family.

 

Toni:Vance Crime Family still exist? man wasn't Vic and Lance killed?

 

Joey: ya some of their rackets hav been spearheaded by the Forellis.

 

(the 3 go into the Sentinel and drive to Midtown Algonquin to see Playboy x for Info.) Along the way the pass an Ally way where two Lucchezi members fires shots into a car near by. It was Playboy x and Phil's bodyguard who were in the car. Joey stop the car and pulled a Uzi and fired shots into the first man's back and the second man's legs. Joey ran up to the second man Vitoriano and asked who sent them to kill playboy. He said it was Johnny Lucchezi. Joey then puts the barrel of the uzi to Vitoriano's right eye and fires. Joey left the gory scene with his once white suit. Joey then arrives at bell's house,it was covered in bullets and holes. Phil had been attacked by the Yardies.

 

Joey:Phil damn are you ok?

Phil:Ya ya i wasn't here when they did this.

Toni: Good get in the car,We got to get Luigi.

They chat for a while and make it to Luigi's new club Sammy's.

In(Sammy's)Alphonso was their chatting it up with Nina Sindacco.

 

Nina:so you father is JoeyLeone? i had a crush on him when i was eight you know?(1994)

 

Al:Really? who's your pop?

 

Nina:Johnny Sindacco Jr(1973) shes says in sexy way.

 

Al:...(Blushing)

 

Joey Walks in with Toni and spot Al. Mickey is at the bar drowning vodka like it was water. Luigi comes out.

 

Toni:Luigi! Nice to see ya again.

 

Luigi:Toni where ya been?

 

Toni:sh*t i was in Canada for a while its f*cking up there.

 

Al then leaves with Nina in his arms.

 

Mickey:Joey man your boy is growing up, Hey don't miss your father's wedding!!

 

Al:Ok Mickey.

 

Al gets on his Bike and drives to the St Ann's church. Mickey,Joey,Luigi,Diego and Toni catch up on things well Phil flirts with the waitress. The Men then get into they're cars. Joey,Mickey and Luigi follow behind them in a Limo.

[mark-2007]

Hmmm... I've just noticed - where's the Vercetti Gang?

 

They should own the Vercetti Estate, Pole Position, Sunshine Autos, the Malibu Club (althouhg it belongs to the Forellis in this), a few others of which I can't think of.

 

Tommy is a very popular character with GTA fans and I think his gang would attract new writers. Anyone agree?

[Shootin_spree]

Hmmm... I've just noticed - where's the Vercetti Gang?

 

They should own the Vercetti Estate, Pole Position, Sunshine Autos, the Malibu Club (althouhg it belongs to the Forellis in this), a few others of which I can't think of.

 

Tommy is a very popular character with GTA fans and I think his gang would attract new writers. Anyone agree?

yeah, i agree

 

i liked his gang too.

 

and tommy was the best main character.

[Themaddddog23]

DIABLOS – Chapter 3: Gang War – Hepburn Heights – 2:56 PM – Portland – January 29 2000

 

As I step by the ground, I see Diablos complaining about something, I went to talk to them.

 

“There coming!” said on Diablo

“I know! Were gone for good!” said another

“What is it?” I said

“Those pesky Leones are trying to start a Gang War with us” says the Diablo

“Well what’s going on” I said.

“They are shipping big weapons to wipe us out for good Amigo!” he said

“Don’t worry I will get to the Bottom of this.” I said

 

I was told that the Vehicles were a Leone Sentinel, a Diablo Stallion (so no Diablo would know), an Army Patriot, and a Barracks OL. I first went for the Barracks OL. It was hidden in a Garage in Saint Marks. The garage was guarded, so I needed a Leone Sentinel and a Leone Suit. I Beaten up a Leone and got his suit disguising myself and I later stole a Leone Sentinel

 

“Hey! I don’t recognize him!” said one Leone

“Probabley the New Kid” said another

 

And boy the Guards were fooled! So then I Saw a Barracks OL and snatched it. The Guards kept blasting me with there Pistols but I escaped them. Then I took it to Hepburn Heights for the Diablos for Heavy Ammunition. I then had gone for the Leone Sentinel. It was in the Portland Docks parked there ready to go to Salvatore’s Gentlemens Club after unloading the weapons from the Freighter. I heard them speaking,

 

“Were gonna blast those Diablos off Hepburn to get it back man!” said one

“Hey! There is a Diablo!” said another as they saw me.

 

I quickly blasted them with my Colt 45. And survived a heavy shootout. Infact, they pulled out AK47’s and Shotguns and barely survived a Heavy shootout in the Portland Docks.

 

One problem though, after killing all the Leone Mafioso, the doors for the Leone Sentinel were locked! However sea was near so I could push it there. After hard pushing, the Sentinel was destroyed and then stole a Leone Car parked there.

 

Then I saw a suspicious Diablo Stallion. I did not see any Diablo driving in it though, so I followed it. It arrived at Luigi’s Sex Club 7. However, Diablo and Leones saw each other and then had a Gang Fight. We won and took the Diablo Stallion to Hepburn Apartments. Then I saw a Rocket Launcher so I could blow up the Patriot.

 

Then I went to Callahan Bridge were it was coming from Wichita Gardens to Saint Marks. Then after making a turn out of Callahan, I quickly blew it up. But then some Triads came up to me

 

The Triads started a shootout with me. However there was a Surviving M4 in the Patriot. I quickly shot them with that and got some Head shots. Then I was being chased by a Triad Fish Van until I made it to Hepburn were the Diablos and Triads had a Colt 45. Shootout

 

At last, I told El Burro and the Diablos it was done. The Leones had no good weapons and how can they start a War? We celebrated.

 

“Thanks amigo! You really done the Job!” said El Burro

“Thanks man, we got some weapons too!” I said

 

=====Off Story======

Hope it improved!

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

radicell here

 

Shootin_spree: $36.

 

VinnieLeone: $19. Make an effort to correct your technical errors, and it might improve your scores.

 

Joey:Phil damn are you ok?

Phil:Ya ya i wasn't here when they did this.

should be

 

Joey: Phil, damn are you okay?

Phil: Yeah, yeah, I wasn't here when they did this.

Applying simple changes like that can greatly improve your score.

 

Themaddddog23: $29.

 

Everything has been fixed/changed. The Vercetti Gang has also been added. They own the Vercetti Estate, Print Works, Cherry Poppers, and Film Studio.