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I was planning more-so on using a number generator, in the same way we do for Confiscations. We'd use a random number generator that generates numbers between 1-100 and depending on what number it lands on; is whether it's sucessful or not.

 

Something like this:

 

Mugging

1-30 Successful

31-100 Fail

 

Reward

1-20 Weapon

21-40 Drugs

41-100 Money

 

Then another random number would choose what amount of what you'd win.

 

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Sounds like an awesome idea Jacky, but the question is, would people actually use it?

 

Right now we don't have many stories coming in, and we don't have too many writers either. I'm a bit afraid that this new feature wouldn't be used much by those who actually write. It's the whole "Don't add more features since there are very little writers" vs. "Maybe if we added more features it would attract more writers" mentality. Personally, I'd wait and if we ever have a large writer base, it'd be an excellent addition.

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I wish to join the Yakuza and be stationed at Kenjis Casino theres no rush as I dont plan on posting a story for about 4 or 5 days.

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I'll get in and add you in a while, it's good to have a sound, new member around here. icon14.gif

 

@ Jacky Fiend: I know we've already discussed it, but I think we already have enough easy ways to make money. Also, it could limit story ideas. Say I write a story about a carjacking but it's not under the Petty Crimes system, why should someone who just has to ask to get it make more money than me, who wouldve actually written a story.

 

If anything, they should select a crime and write a few stories on it, but then it becomes pretty much the same BUYG as we have now.

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How are we going to implement the Petty Crime feature?

Will we have to write the beginning of it then write another story about it succeeding or not?

Or will we just write the whole petty crime then wait to see if you get paid or not?

Will we put this in the beginning of the story or the end?

 

Also...

 

Why don't we make a BUYG for the online multiplayer gangs? It could be fun and you guys could set different staff to the different BUYG's.

 

And...

 

Whatever happened to BUYG staff writing as the DEA and Police against the other gangs?

If that never has supposed to happen, why don't we do it now?

 

One more thing...

 

I think there should be bonuses to a story if there GTA history is accurate. It could encourage writer to read a little more about the GTA time line.

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Turns out I have more spare time on my hands then I originally thought.

 

Yakuza

 

Part One: Ignorance Is Bliss

 

1985 Liberty City

 

Kenji was gripped with fear as he heard the engine of a car moving closer and closer he gripped the blankets tightly almost as if he squeezed tight enough he would suddenly get out of the situation he was in. The car moved closer it felt like a pair of hands slowly gripped Kenji’s lungs squeezing them tighter before the car came to a stop. The car door opened and Kenji’s father Takadatsu Kasen got out before closing the door.

 

Kenji started to sweat quite profusely as he glanced across at his sleeping sister on the other side of the bedroom to see if she was asleep he didn’t want her to see the events that would unfold next. Takadatsu stepped through the rather creaky door and saw his wife on the couch talking to a mysterious stranger. “Who is this’’ Takadatsu asked curiously “Your worst f*cking nightmare” replied the stranger pulling a silenced pistol out of his leather jacket firing hot pieces of lead into Takadatsu’s torso before running out of the expensive house and into the cold dark streets.

 

“Why…” Takadatsu’s voice croaked. “Your land Takadatsu you said in your will I would claim ownership of the land and 20% of your fortune in the event of your death I explained this to the hitman and he would kill you and I would pay him the 20% afterwards” “You bitch…” said Takadatsu with his last ounce of strength. Kenji was shocked he thought that his mother was cheating on Takadatsu and they would just have another argument not that she was plotting to kill him. Kenji started to cry as his mother called the police. She wasn’t very convincing she didn’t sound miserable at all talking into the phone nowhere near as miserable as Kenji was.

 

Kenji knew he should tell the cops what really happened but then there would be know one to look after him and his sister then again Kenji didn’t know what was worse being an orphan or living with some maniac who killed his father in cold blood. I must tell the police he thought then Kenji heard Asuka turn in her sleep and he remembered how Asuka would always look up to her mother he didn’t want to tear apart that special bond between them Kenji then decided to keep it a secret. But what would become of the Yakuza after this normally the son of the leader is chosen but he was only 8 he couldn’t possibly manage a gang. If he were to become leader he would have to toughen up. He didn’t think he could ever pull the trigger on someone no matter how much he hated him or her.

 

Kenji then decided to get some sleep and sort this out tomorrow but he simply had too much to think about and in about 10 minutes sirens wailed in the distance moving closer and closer. All the commotion had awoken the neighbours but surprisingly not Asuka. People were all discussing what they heard or saw to the police or to the other people on the street. Police taking snapshots of every square millimetre of the room and collecting evidence. All this along with the death of his father made this the longest night Kenjis ever had. Kenji and Asuka were awoken the next morning by their mother who after making them some breakfast directed them into the living room.

 

“Kids I don’t know how to say this” said their mother pretending to be sad “What is it” said Kenji and Asuka simultaneously. “Your father is dead we don’t know who did it but the cops will find them” “What…. my dad is dead…. No… that can’t be right,” said Asuka shocked and angry and sad all at the same time before running off to her room crying. Kenji buried his face in his hands “Are you okay Kenji” said his mother in a comforting voice “Just leave me alone for a while okay” replied Kenji. Kenji then walked outside into the humid air to face a large crowd of people some whom he recognized as members of the Yakuza some friends some family and of course cops.

 

Ashingen Takashi a dear friend of Takadatsu and a member of Yakuza approached Kenji. “Kenji I know you are suffering from some grief but we have some urgent business to attend to regarding the new leader of the Yakuza when you are ready to move on let me know okay…. don’t be a stranger”. “OK then Ashingen” said Kenji with a grin on his face feeling a lot happier knowing a friend like Ashingen was around.

 

Meanwhile at the crime scene…

 

“Something about this doesn’t add up” “I know she didn’t seem all that sad when she rang the department I think she may have killed him” That’s just a theory we need hard evidence” “Well we can get some” “How” “………..Interrogation.”

 

To Be Concluded…

 

I believe it has a couple of flaws in it like the structuring of the sentences lack of description how I pan out conversations and it may be a bit short not sure.

 

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated thanks.

 

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@Insideman357

 

Try making a new line for a new speaker,

 

Example:

 

Why…” Takadatsu’s voice croaked.

“Your land Takadatsu you said in your will I would claim ownership of the land and 20% of your fortune in the event of your death I explained this to the hitman and he would kill you and I would pay him the 20% afterwards”

 

 

 

 

 

Just a tip for future stories, makes it easier to read and understand.

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I'd like to join the Leone Family Mafia at Joey's Garage.

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Not bad for a start, an interesting plot opening. Honestly, I don't think an 8-year-old would think that deeply about his father's death, let alone even know about the Yakuza, but it was original which is good to see. The grammar could be fixed up a lot; like WelcomeToLibertyCity said, whenever a new character enters the conversation, put it on a new line.

 

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Hi, this is my second chapter for the groves. not much action going on in this one.

 

Grove Street Families - Wang Cars

Chapter 2: "Surprise at the Showroom"

 

Life settled quickly at Wang Cars. As days passed, cars were sold, and the odd rude customer or two were dealt with. In between ourselves, we had assigned roles to keep the showroom secure. Lil' Shark and Beans were in charge of security inside the showroom. Tom, the car dealer, to whom we had been introduced when we first arrived, would aid a customer with their choice of vehicle, while Lil' Shark and Beans would mill around the showroom, cigarette in hand, ready to pounce on any trouble-maker.

 

I had assigned Shades to be in charge of the vehicles. Shades was the car expert, the maestro of automobiles. Every gang had one of these guys; they could get a locked car to a jacked one in no more than a few seconds. Back in Grove Street, mostly everyone knew of Shades, and so it was natural that Shades would be in control of our vehicles. There was a spray shop a bit behind our showroom; that was where we kept our gang cars. Shades would be seen hanging around there, smoking a cigarette, perhaps leaning on the hood of a Glendale or the dune buggy.

 

As for myself; I decided to take Tony and Machete-Masta, another homie, to act as street patrol. Each day, we would hang out around the street in front of the showroom, with Masta ready to slay any Rifa bastard who wanted trouble. Masta was a master with the machete, no surprise. Already, we had needed to use his trusted instrument to scare off a few angry pedestrians a few days ago. Aside from roaming the street, we would occasionally head to CJ's garage right across the road, where Jethro, the mechanic we had befriended, would offer us cigarettes and engage in lively conversation. In fact, just yesterday when we were chilling at the garage, a surprise visitor came in.

 

"Holmes, you there?" shouted a distinctly Mexican voice, "It's Cesar Vialpando!"

 

We had turned our attention from our intense game of cards, and Jethro stood up, cigarette dangling in his mouth. "That's Cesar, you guys met 'im before?"

 

The Mexican man turned the corner, and we immediately recognized him. Cesar, in his signature tank top, had come with a few of his Azteca homies. "Hey Jethro, is CJ around?" He stepped closer to us, his disciples following closely behind. "And who are these guys?"

 

As the assumed leader of our small group, I stood up and introduced myself. "I'm Bomber, and these are my homies," I explained. "Some of us OG's of Grove Street were sent to San Fierro to help protect Wang Cars showroom."

 

The Mexican man nodded with acknoledgement. "OK, holmes, I'm Cesar Vialpando." He then looked around and asked, "CJ's not here?"

 

"Nah, he left a few days ago. Say man, what you wanna see him so badly for anyway?"

 

"I have important news, with implications for both our hoods!" Cesar's expression turned urgent and his voice lowered. "Bomber, you ever heard of the Northside Vagos?"

 

"Hell yeah man, I was the few of the Grove OG's who didn't give in to the Vagos wave of crack cocaine a few years back! I's a good thing CJ wiped 'em out!"

 

"That's the thing, holmes. Last week I saw in the news, a Hispanic group also calling themselves the Vagos were causing trouble around San Fierro! Drug dealings, random gunfights, even a hit-and-run!" Cesar exclaimed while the rest of us listened intently. "Hell, I even saw more of those pendejo cars driving around, they look just like the old Vagos! I think those Northside Vagos are planning an uprising!"

 

The thought settled in our minds. I broke the silence by motioning towards the open garage door and suggesting, "Let's go talk inside. Any of you guys, cigarette?"

 

"No man, not me," said Cesar. "But give one to Hazer here, he's addicted with that stuff."

 

As I handed a cigarette to the Mexican gangster named Hazer and we all walked towards the garage office, I wondered whether or not what Cesar said was true. One thing was for sure: if the Vagos were resurfacing in San Fierro, we would be here to send them back to hell.

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Very nice chapter, I enjoyed it a lot. A tad short; I'm looking forward to reading more of your material in the future.

 

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Chapter III Da Nang Leone

 

The next morning I awoke to find my self lying on Salvatore’s office sofa, with a bottle of booze in my left hand and a huge headache. As I straightened myself up on the sofa, Salvatore was at his desk in front of me, speaking to someone on the phone. I could not hear much of his conversation but from what I did hear, it sounded as if something was terribly wrong.

“Boss what’s wrong?” I asked as Salvatore slammed his phone down with anger on his desk.

“Oh Johnny, I didn’t know you were awake. I found you last night p*ss drunk passed out on the casino bar, decided to bring you in here.” Salvatore laughed before switching into a different tone, “God damn gang wars Johnny. That’s what’s wrong. There always has to be some gang or mafia sticking their ugly mugs in my business constantly!” Salvatore shouted in anger, throwing his fist down on his desk.

“What exactly do you mean?” I asked again curiously.

“F*cking Triads. What else!” He exclaimed angrily again, this time throwing the phone at the wall smashing it into little pieces, “Oh now I need a new phone!” He complained. I tried hard not to laugh at Salvatore’s temper tantrum.

“The Triads had planted fake chips in our casino late yesterday. They were cashed in and discovered by security today. We lost $10,000 to the pr*cks!” Salvatore explained trying hard not to thrash out, “Johnny I want you to go deal with these Triads! Do whatever you want, just as long as they pay!” Salvatore stressed as I nodded in agreement and exited his office.

 

 

I drove swiftly through Las Venturas thinking of a plan to get back at those Triads. The wind whistled through my Leone Sentinel window and Radio X played softly among my thoughts. I began crossing the Garver Bridge, in hope my thoughts may be answered in San Fierro. When I arrived ata gleaming red light, I peered to the sidewalk on my left where a Da Nang Boy gang member was strutting towards an alley. All thoughts in my mind at that time came to a halt as my plan popped into my head. I slowly drove behind the gang member, just waiting for the him to step into the alley he was headed for. I parked my Sentinel and silently crept out as he entered the alley. I caught up to him and grabbed him roughly by the neck, twisted as hard as I could and heard an eerie snap as the Da Nang Boy collapsed to the alley’s pavement with a fractured neck. I heaved his body into a corner and stripped the clothing off, putting it on myself. My plan was to hit some Triads disguised as Da Nang boy so it wouldn’t directly effect the Leones, but we would feel enjoyment in having some triads out of the way.

 

 

I entered my car and sped off towards the Four Dragons Casino, where I planned to rampage on as many Triads as I could see. Later that evening I pulled up along side of the bright neon lite casino that seemed to light the night sky. When I strutted inside, immediately the Triads picked up on my plan and there began phase one, the attack! A man with large black sun glasses, slicked hair and a tight black suit hollered out to everyone else, “DA NANG BOYS!” I wasted no time whipping out my MP5 and pelting any Triad in my way with lead. By the time they were all wasted, about two dozen corpses laid on the floor, with crimson blood spreading out in puddles around them. I stared down at the bodies pleased that I proved them not to mess with any Leone again. Just before I exited the casino I heard a loud bang and a sharp pain pierced my arm and I moaned in horror. I flung around to see what had happened and a man stood before me with a pistol held tightly in his right hand. “You bastard!” I hollered snatching my MP5 out of my jean pocket. I sprinted behind a large pillar and loaded my weapon. The man vaulted over to a pillar close by mine. And we stood their in silence waiting for any slight sign of movement. Crouching down low to the ground I grasped my injury, luckily it was only a flesh wound. I ripped the sleeve off my shirt and tied it tightly around my wound in hope of stopping blood from gushing out. The other man was still waiting patiently behind his pillar, and he decided to trust his instinct and make a shot. The only thing he did not realize was that i was still ready. He peered out from behind his cover and bullets rattled form my gun, blowing him against the wall with many pockets of lead inserted in his stomach. When he fell back onto the floor, I bolted out of the casino and flew into my car.

 

 

I turned it on and accelerated as fast as possible towards Caligulas, my arm still in pain. When I arrived at the casino I tore through the front doors and ran to Salvatore’s office, falling limply into the office. “Holy sh*t Johnny, what happened? The Triads do this to you?” he asked boldly propping me up against the door.

“Salvatore, I killed those Triad b*tches for you, but one of them shot be before I could get my *ss out of there.” I moaned with the only ounce of energy left in my body.

“Those suns of b*tches!” Salvatore screamed in anger, “Don’t you worry kid they won’t be getting away with this, even though you did already teach them a little lesson.” Salvatore assured me. He stepped out of the office and the last thing I heard was Salvatore screaming for someone to help him, as I passed out.

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CONFISCATIONS

 

This week, 3 gangs have been selected for confiscation. The Ballas, the Los Santos Vagos and the Da Nang Boys have been selected as this week's gangs.

 

Ballas

 

The LSPD received a tip-off on Wednesday night about an illegal car garage in Idlewood, Los Santos. However, all the cars belonged to the right owner, and nothing was confiscated, however one Balla was arrested for attempting to hit a police officer.

 

Los Santos Vagos

 

An Oceanic was pulled over on Thursday while travelling in East Beach on the State Freeway after speeding, and 5 guns were found in the boot of the car. Roberto Ruiz, 21, and Rafael Revueltas, 22, the owners of the car, were both issued fines by the LSPD; Ruiz for possesion of 1 unregistered weapon (a Tec-9) and Revueltas for speeding. The other 4 firearms were registered and were given back, however Ruiz' Tec-9 was suspended.

 

- Tec-9

 

Da Nang Boys

 

The SFPD last night performed a raid on an apartment on the Esplanade East in San Fierro. Anh Pham, 25, was released after police believed that he was in possesion of numerous illicit drugs, including ecstacy, marijuana and cocaine.

 

Confiscated by Stefan.

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Nice work. A few spelling errors, but I loved the action. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. icon14.gif

 

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Sorry for the double post, I'm having some server troubles.

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Very nice chapter, I enjoyed it a lot. A tad short; I'm looking forward to reading more of your material in the future.

 

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thanks. my story count should be 2 (12) BTW.

 

Please, i'd like to buy machete for $15.

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Very nice chapter, I enjoyed it a lot. A tad short; I'm looking forward to reading more of your material in the future.

 

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thanks. my story count should be 2 (12) BTW.

 

Please, i'd like to buy machete for $15.

Alright, I'll edit it now. Thanks for letting me know. icon14.gif

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Chapter IV Mitch’s death.

 

 

I awoke in a dark, musty room the next day with Salvatore and a tall slender man with a long white overcoat on close by my side. I began to sit up on my bed and Salvatore walked over beside me. “Johnny you’re awake, how are you feeling?” Salvatore asked, pouring me a glass of water.

“I’m good, my arm hurts a little, but It’s a lot better then yesterday.” I replied taking a sip of water.

“Just to let you know after your injury I sent Mitch and a few goons over to the Four Dragons and they took down some men in your name.” He said.

“Sh*t Salvatore, now they’ll know it was the Leones!” I gasped shockingly, with all my careful planning gone.

“What do you mean kid?” Salvatore asked nervously.

“I was disguised as a Da Nang Boy when I went to kill some Triads for you, so they would think it wasn’t the Leones and we would have them off our back for awhile.” I answered.

“Damn it! I am sorry Johnny, I wouldn’t have done that if I had known...” Salvatore said ashamed of his quick revenge.

“It’s ok boss, just hopefully they will be more upset with those Da Nang Boys.” I replied.

The man in the white coat walked over to me, I realized it was one of the Leones hired doctors. We used him instead of hospitals so the law wouldn’t get involved.

“Johnny, it’s great to see you’re back to yourself. I fixed up your arm but I suggest no driving for a few days.” The doctor stressed, passing me a fresh suit, “You’re free to go home now.”

 

 

Salvatore drove me back to Caligulas, and we stepped into his office where he at down at his desk and began to speak. “Johnny you did well yesterday, and I’m happy to let you know the Leones have agreed to make to a made man! You’re a good guy and we want to see more of you!” Salvatore said happily giving me a pat on the shoulder.

“Thank you Salvatore! This is the happiest day of my life!” I said in excitement.

“We’re all heading over to Liberty City to celebrate at my mansion, will you please join us?” Salvatore asked flashing a few plane tickets.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I replied as Salvatore passed me a ticket.

 

 

Later that evening, we arrived at Francis International Airport. We got off the plane and I smiled at the familiar sights of my favorite place in the world, Liberty City. Salvatore hailed a cab to the side of the street and we stepped inside and accelerated towards the mansion. “So are you glad to be home kid?” Salvatore asked.

“Yeah, it’s good to see some familiar sights.” I replied, staring out the window as we passed by Cipriani's Ristorante. When the cab pulled up at our destination, I stepped out of the car to discover a large group of Leones all standing out side, with a table full of delicious looking foods and pastries. Amongst the crowd I noticed Mitch standing with a large smile on his face. A large banner was attached between to trees and it read “CONGRATULATIONS JOHNNY”. I quickly walked over to Mitch and he gave me a large pat on the back.

“Good job Johnny! I knew you’d get this.” Mitch congratulated me.

“Thanks Mitch. It’s good to be home and to have to here for this.” I replied grabbing a beer off the table. I began drinking it and chatting with familiar friends as the evening began to change into night. I looked up at the stars and it reminded me of being a child here in Liberty, and how much my life has change in a short period of time. The night couldn’t have been better, until one moment that has haunted me since that day. While I was chatting with Salvatore, a Landstalker arrived and sat in the driveway. Nobody really noticed it except for Salvatore and I. The two side windows rolled down and revealed two Sindaccos with MP5s aiming straight at us. Before I could holler for everyone there to duck for cover, the guns began pelting lead at us. I grabbed Salvatore and we vaulted down behind the food table. We watched in horror as Leones began falling to the ground, with many holes of lead driven through their torsos and their heads. It was almost like slow motion and I watch Mitch get pelted with bullets, and he fell to the ground, blood every where. I screamed and ran over to Mitch as the Landstalker sped off into the night’s darkness. Tears rolled down my face as I held up my best friend in my arms. I could feel the life quickly escaping his injured body.

 

 

“Mitch stay with me!” I cried.

“Johnny... Don’t worry you’ll b.. be fine without me. Don’t let this bring you down. You are a powerful p... person and I wish I could have worked with you more.” Mitch croaked as my tears soaked his bloody suit.

“Mitch don’t go. Please stay with me!” I hollered. But it was no use. He fell limp in my arms, and his eyes closed shut gently. I let go off his body and fell to the ground, sadness filling my body like bullets filled Mitch. Salvatore ran to my side and he grabbed me and looked into my face. “Don’t worry Johnny this won’t go un avenged. Go into the house and clean your self up. I’ll speak with you in awhile.” Salvatore said remorsefully. I began dragging my sad body into the house and I plumped down on Salvatore’s sofa. This day which I thought would be the best, turned into the worst in just one moment.

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WelcomeToLibertyCity

 

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Good job there. Again, a few errors, and the fluency could be changed a bit, however I enjoyed. Pity about Mike though.

 

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Good job there. Again, a few errors, and the fluency could be changed a bit, however I enjoyed. Pity about Mike though.

 

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lol I'm usually not one to pick at spelling mistakes seeing as I make them on tons of occasions, but his one made me laugh, you said pitty about Mike. His name is Mitch tounge2.gif Gave me a good laugh icon14.gif

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Your added. I hope you're not... you know who...

 

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who do you think i am?

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Your added. I hope you're not... you know who...

 

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who do you think i am?

He hope you're not this guy named Angelo. He was a real idiot who liked crowding up our BUYG topics with pointless crap.

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Enough talk about Angelo Leone. He's like BUYG's DawgyDawg.

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The Forelli's: Marco's Bistro: Chapter I

 

Marco slammed the laptop shut in a furious rage; a scream escaped his mouth as cigar smoke flew across the room. The large oak desk shook as he threw his hands down in a thunderous tantrum.

 

“This f*cking technology is starting too really f*ck me up!” he screamed, he pulled a pistol and pointed it menacingly at the inanimate object. I let out a giggle and took another sip from my brandy. The taste burned my throat but it had an extra kick to it.

 

I stood up and slowly moved Marco’s hand astray, leading the gun far away from the laptop. “Calm down boss, the wireless is probably down again. f*cking phone companies.”

 

“I know Nick, I know,” he sighed and sunk back down into his chair, the sweat from his brow gently dropped onto his Hawaiian shirt, causing a small damp spot to build up. “Can you turn the f*cking air con? I’m sweating like a f*cking pig on a spit roast.”

 

I grabbed the remote, a mechanical wheeze choked up the noise in the room. A nice cool breeze filled the room. Marco motioned for me to sit down again, and then held down an intercom button.

 

“Linda, tell the chef to send a platter up here,” a few seconds later there was reply,

“Sure can do Marco, is everything okay in there?”

Marco’s face dropped knowing that his tantrum had been overheard, “Yeah yeah, just some technical problems.”

 

He resumed puffing on his cigar for a few seconds; I sat idle across the desk tapping my fingers. He put the cigar to rest in the ashtray and let another field of smoke stray across the room.

 

“Nick, you’ve been with us for a long time. I’ve seen you grow,” he widened his hand gestures and the frown on his face turned into a smile, “You’ve helped us out in spots of trouble, and I think its time that you became made.”

 

My stomach dropped, this couldn’t be real. Marco continued.

 

“You know the Forelli’s are weak, but you haven’t ditched us like those other bastards down to Florida,” he sighed, the smile was whipped up his face, I could only assume he was thinking of painful memories. “The Forelli’s may be weak, but we will strike back. We will make it our duty,” he stood up and slammed his fists on the table again, “We will take those Leone dogs down! We will rise above Liberty City again, and then we’re done we’ll fly to Vice and avenge Sonny’s death, and after that’s done we’ll end the Yakuza and avenge my fathers death!” his voice echoed through the room, the sweat had begun to trickle from his forehead again, he sat back down and sighed, “But first, Nicky my boy, you need initiation.”

 

“Anything boss, I’m yours.” I said sitting on the edge of my seat in glee.

 

“There’s a Leone associate, Donny Fargo, who’s looking to mend poor relationships between the Triads and the Leones. You and I both know that if this happens the Forelli’s last stand is doomed. He’s heading over to Staunton Island to visit his mother. Take him out.” He motioned his hand for me to leave, the door creaked open and I turned around and a waiter had bought up his platter. I got up and left Marco’s Bistro. Marco wasn’t the actual ‘Marco’ the bistro was named after, he was Franky Forelli’s son. I pulled out my phone and rung Richard, I’d need a weapon.

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I changed myself to the Forelli's.

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Writer's Note: Took me a while to get to this sooner than I thought. Here goes my first story in the revamped BUYG; here's a short one to get started and excited.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Haitians

Chapter 5: RELAX

 

 

July 1st, 1974.

Well Stacked Pizza Co. Restaurant.

 

I expel the mucus out of my lungs through a sudden, harsh cough. The rumpled night before made me awfully sore and groggy; I brush my irritated eye with the outside wall of my hand. My eyes stare disappointedly at the meal in front of me, planted on a table my stomach pushes against. Grabbing the can of fizzy soda, I chug down the substance hurriedly before wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my guayabera shirt.

 

My skin, and only my skin, was cold and wet; the salty, hot moisture building up was swiftly carried out by a long sweep of cold air. A chilling sensation seems to be abnormal for me to sweat tremendously. Sighing in discomfort, I place the palm of my hand against the part of my face above the eyebrows; my forehead steams a tense and subject of an unusual high degree; there was an increase in my bodily temperature. Soon I know that I was, inevitably, ill.

 

The jingling, upbeat sound bits from the arcade games, “Pogo The Monkey,” and, “Degenatron,” pounds the drums caved in my ears. My hearing doesn’t gather a solemn silence, instead it brings the sounds of movement, boiling steam, talks of length, and vigorous chewing. The fresh odor of the Italian bread topped with flavors disperses in the air, fresh out of the oven; newly ordered. Not a piece was touched for the last ten minutes; my hunger wasn’t as large as it should be normally.

 

Groaning to the existence of a sore threat, I wonder what was the meaning of me drifting out of bed. I take a low glance at the group of people standing and sitting in the Well Stacked Pizza restaurant. Customers demand a meal in exchange of money, standing in line as each of them make an order; those that have received it, relax and take seats in of the large, squarely rounded tables, talking and eating respectively. In the midst of quarreling, irrelevant conflicts going on out and inside my body, an ebullient cry quickly grasps my attention.

 

“Lawrence! Where have you been - How are you, my friend??” I grumble to an accent and outspoken, spring emotion that can only be contained by one person I know. I’m met with a welcoming pat on one my jointed shoulders, eyeing Richard in a dark leather jacket as he settles him self at the same table as I. A white grin I take on to be incredulous, glistens with might. He brings the cardboard box - inside compacted of fresh pizza - towards him and gradually opens the lid to casually breath in the quality of Vice City’s finest pizzeria products.

 

“Hey - just cheer up once in a while, man!” Richard stated, insolently seizing a slice of the fractioned pizza and stuffing a bitten piece down his throat through using his teeth and tongue; Audibly his chewing was becoming. He sneers, attempting to forcibly get a word out of me. The enormous grin displayed on his face surfaces into a disappointed frown, acknowledging my serious state of mind. Gulping down the last cheese and bread of the slice of pizza he held in his hand, he wipes his grease-smothered mouth and hands with a clean napkin. Readying a whisper he leans against the table and cups his right hand over to the side of his lips.

 

“Listen, I just came from the Crocs Bar across the street, and guess what? I found a way to get us some clean jobs! Fresh, my man.” Squeaking in a high pitch, he continues to speak softly using his breath. I quickly picture the plaque of the words, ‘Crocs Bar’ highlighting the upper portion of the pub club, accompanied by a cheerful crocodile and a slanting palm tree. The rush of relief and excitement only lasts for a trivial period. I gather myself from my lanky, leaning position on the chair and straighten up, resting my forearms flat on the table and peaking my head like an eagle. I was attentive to what Riche was going to say.

 

“ All we gotta’ do is pick up some boxes from some delivery trucks and bring them inside the storage. We’re gonna get paid wealthy for this! Come on, what do you say? Finally we won’t have to be beggars to our own friends.” With reasoning and argument, my friend Richard tries to induce me to take up a nom-formal approach to a job occupation. I sigh in exasperation, directing my eyes at the glass window towards my right. True that I haven’t gotten a job since the last, long and drooling weeks since my arrival, even though my acceptance into the country has been fairly well, along with my good English. Although the 'goodbye' acceptance of my deceased best friend, Angelo Gonzalez, hasn’t been doing well. Maybe this will shape up my mood to at least an optimistic value. I curve an eyebrow.

 

“ I’ll think about it,” I declare rushing down the last, watery, lemony substance of the Sprunk soda throughly down my throat, continuing to stare down at the table. Richard, almost with will, grins ear to ear.

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marlord911

Grove Street Families - Wang Cars

Chapter 3: "Pyrrhic Victory"

 

"What the f*ck?"

 

Carl Johnson took a step towards us, raising his arm and swiping off his sunglasses. "The Vagos, you say?"

 

"Yes, CJ." Cesar's tone was not a panicked one; instead, he spoke as if he had a confident call of action. "I have already spotted them several times, around San Fierro. It's only a matter of time before they get into the drug trade, expand to Los Santos, and mess everything up."

 

"sh*t man, we don't need this right now. We gotta give it to them, show them those f*ckers they're not welcome in this state."

 

Watching the conversation between CJ and Cesar, I now gave my own opinion. "Ya know, what I think? We should drive around San Fierro, be on the lookout for these bastards. Then, when we sure we seen any, we go ahead and cap 'em. This way, we sending a clear message, telling them to f*ck off."

 

A silence ensued, and I was afraid that CJ would open his mouth and say, "Did anyone f*ckin' ask your opinion?" as he would when he was in a saturnine mood. Just as the silence was starting to get uncomfortable, it was broken by Cesar.

 

"Exactly what I had in mind. Nice one, Bomber." Across the room, nods and grunts of agreement were heard, the other gangstas' way of telling us they were down with it. At this point, Cesar's mobile phone began to ring. The Azteca leader picked up the phone and answered. "Pistachio, what's up?"

 

As we watched Cesar talk on the phone with Pistachio, one of his Azteca disciples, his facial expression transformed from surprise to excitement, and as he began closing words, he eyed us with a stare of opportunity. As soon as he hung up, he turned to Tom, the showroom manager. "Tom, my homie, get out the bikes and the cars, we'll need, let's see.." he turned and counted a total of nine gang members in the room, him and CJ included, "three bikes and two Glendale's, that should be enough to fit us all. Bomber, you coming with CJ and me on the bikes, we're gonna get there fast. The rest of y'all, drive as fast as you can in the cars."

 

Even CJ seemed a little bewildered. "Hold up, Ces, where we goin'?"

 

"Santa Flora. A Vagos drug deal going down, we're off to bust that deal, kill some Vagos f*ckers, and get ourselves some nice profit while we're at it."

 

As we exited the showroom via the glass front doors, the three BF-400 bikes were parked readily for our use. Disjointed shouts of "Thanks Tom!" were uttered before CJ, Cesar, and I each hopped onto a motorbike, and steered onto the road in front of our showroom. CJ led the way, and our convoy sped through the Doherty streets, headed towards Santa Flora. As we rode our bikes, the wind sliced at my cheeks like piercing knives. Over the wind, I shouted at Cesar, "Hey Cesar! Where exactly in Santa Flora is this deal?"

 

"Right in a lot behind the San Fierro hospital!" He shouted back. "Pistachio's waiting for us there, c'mon holmes, keep up!"

 

A minute later, right when we were pulling up to the San Fierro hospital, Cesar's phone rang again. He picked it up, skilfully steering his bike with one hand and talking on the phone with another. "Pistachio, where are you?"

 

Pistachio's reply came, but I only managed to catch some digitalized murmur through the phone. Cesar immediately tensed, and said, "f*ck. Alright, west of the hospital. I'll call the other guys and tell them to intercept those f*ckers."

 

Cesar turned to CJ and I as he slipped the phone back into his pocket, "f*ck guys, the deal was done, and the Vagos are getting away! Pistachio told me they were leaving the lot from west of the hospital, so that's where we go now! CJ, call your homies back in the Glendale's, tell them to park their cars at City Hall, ready to intercept!"

 

CJ dialled Tony's number, and he followed closely behind as we turned onto the street west of the hospital - just in time to see the a car pull out of an alley and drive away. We all got a glimpse of the car's occupants: Hispanic men, some wearing tank tops, all tattooed, and wearing yellow bandanas. A spark flickered in Cesar's eyes, something told me that the Vagos were horrible memories to him. Cesar let out a loud, resonating battle call, "After them!"

 

By this time, CJ had finished his phone call. He continued leading the way, following closely behind the gang car. The car seemed to have noticed our presence, since it was speeding up and driving irrationally, sometimes driving on the sidewalk, sometimes on the wrong side of the road. CJ recognized this, and since stealth was no longer an option, he whipped out a MP5 and started firing rounds into the car. This further enraged the Vagos car and it began fishtailing, only to crash violently into a parked Glendale in front of the City Hall. I smiled as I recognized the Glendale to be a Grove car, with our reliable autos-maestro, Shades, sitting at the wheel.

 

The Vagos car, on the other hand, had done two flips in mid-air, and was now tumbling across the grass. Aside from the driver, there were three other Vagos, and all four occupants frantically bailed from their car, which had become a mobile Molotov cocktail. The car, its occupants having bailed, continued to roll and flip, eventually crashing into a tree and lying still on its hood. I eyed the bruised Vagos members - one of them was carrying a briefcase, while two others held baseball bats in their hands. I smiled inside as the Vagos began to run towards our Glendale's, the two bat wielders ready for full swing.

 

At which point no less than six Grove Street homies stepped out of the Glendale's, each one of them carrying a firearm of some kind. Needless to say, the four Vagos were quickly subdued. Lil' Shark grabbed the briefcase, while Big Rimbo wrestled the baseball bats out of their hands.

 

"f*ck you, cabron!" yelled a Vagos member as he tried to kick Cesar. "Your aggression," said Cesar, "it hasn't changed at all." At this point, he brandished a Desert Eagle, and proceded to grab one of the other Vagos by the neck. Then, with boundless energy, he shoved him into the ground, pointing the gun at him. The gang member, apparently clear that he was going to die one way or another, uttered coldly, "Chinga tu madre."

 

Cesar fired. Nobody on our side dared to stop him. Blood splattered the sides of the faces of the remaining three Vagos. "You three can go back to your hideouts, and tell your leader that Cesar Vialpando tells you to get the f*ck out of San Andreas," Cesar said bitterly, and he walked away, but not before delivering swift kicks to each of the Vagos gang members.

 

We all followed Cesar back to the Glendale's and bikes. I caught up with Lil' Shark and asked him, "What's in the briefcase?"

 

"A kilo of weed, Bomber. We're going back to the garage, and havin' a real good time."

 

**

 

i buy a kilo of weed bought.

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~PhusioN~

 

$41. Switched to Forellis. Nice writing, it was a bit short though, and a lengthier chapter would certainly have garnered more money.

 

Wanted Assailant

 

$44. Great story, I really enjoyed that.

 

marlord911

 

$41. Your dialogue has improved since you broke them up, a great story detailing the main character's plight and the acquisition of the drugs. Kilo of weed bought, -$2400.

 

-radicell.

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CONFISCATIONS

 

This week, there are 6 gangs who are targeted for confiscations. The gangs this week are the Colombian Cartel, the Yardies, the SouthSide Hoods, the Cubans, the Ballas and the Varrio Los Aztecas.

 

Colombian Cartel

 

The LCPD received a tip-off last Sunday night about a Cartel Cruiser, with the registration CERVEZA, driving around Liberty City with approximately $30,000 worth of illegal weapons. The car was found in the car-park of the Supa Save supermarket in Portland View, Liberty City, however no weapons were found.

 

Yardies

 

Complaints of marijuana fumes were handed to the LCPD, and on Monday afternoon, three officers went to the home of Stuart Morgan, 25, a Jamaican immigrant, at the projects in Bedford Point, Liberty City, and searched his property, however no marijuana was found.

 

SouthSide Hoods

 

A local African American man, Shayne Fox, 23, is in police custody after being arrested on Tuesday night for burglary charges. Fox, originally of Seattle, WA, was found guilty of breaking into the house of Adolf Berndt of Cedar Grove, and stealing $112 in cash from him. The money was confiscated and returned to Berndt.

 

- $112

 

Cubans

 

A local resident of Little Havana, Carlos Destrade, was arrested for armed robbery by the VCPD on Wednesday after witnesses said that it was he who robbed a liquor store of about $41 in cash. The money was returned back to the liquor store, and the verdict on Destrade will be coming in the next few days.

 

- $41

 

Ballas

 

Samuel Fox, 29, was released from police custody early this morning, after a Majestic which was found near his home in Idlewood was cleared to be under his name and registration. An East Los Santos resident claimed that Mr. Fox stole the purple Majestic from him, however the resident's purple Majestic was in fact found burned in a lot in Las Calinas.

 

Varrio Los Aztecas

 

An El Corona man, Enrique Fernandez, was arrested last night for armed robbery or a liquor store in Little Mexico, Los Santos. The Mexican immigrant, 20, robbed a LiquorLand store opposite the Alhambra nightclub and stole $20 in cash. His sentence is remaining pending.

 

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Someone do the editing, I'm too lazy. tounge.gif

EDIT by radicell: I've done it.

 

Stefan: In the future, please DO NOT make confiscations if you don't intend to update the front page along with it and expect another member of the staff to do it for you. Confusion is easily caused this way, and revocation of staff rights could follow - so please desist. If you make confiscations from gangs, finish the job and update the front page.

Edited by Build Up Your Gang

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Stefan.

Sorry about that, after I made the post I had something come up so I didn't have time to edit. I only posted "I'm lazy" because I thought you'd understand, and I apologise for that. sad.gif

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Just to let BUYG staff know I'm still around tounge.gif Took a little break lately b/c I got Saints Row 2. It's a great game icon14.gif But anyways I'll try to get another story up soon, although I'm running out of ideas for the Leones confused.gif

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Just to let BUYG staff know I'm still around tounge.gif Took a little break lately b/c I got Saints Row 2. It's a great game icon14.gif But anyways I'll try to get another story up soon, although I'm running out of ideas for the Leones confused.gif

No worries, we don't expect you to write a story every day. tounge.gif Remember, you can always switch gangs if you want. icon14.gif

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