BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[Roloing]

Chapter One - Proving My Worth

 

I was awaked by the sound of my cell phone. I leaned forward, rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. 10:18. I hit the green button to take the call, and pressed my ear to the top end.

“Hello?” I said down the phone, half asleep.

“Is this Johnny?” asked the person on the other end of the call.

“Who’s this?”

“It’s Mickey, one of the Don’s capos. Come down to Marco’s Bistro for lunch at twelve and dress well.”

“Okay,” I yawned, putting down the phone.

I walked into the bathroom, stretching. I opened the cabinet and took out my toothbrush and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, gelled my hair and got ready. I took the elevator downstairs to the lobby and walked out. It was a fresh, summer’s morning in Liberty City. Everyone was going to work at this time, and so was I. I walked down to Marco’s Bistro and walked in. There were a lot of guys in suits, who I suspected were all mobsters.

 

“Hey Johnny! Over here,” shouted Mickey, who was sitting with another guy. I sat down next to them and said:

“Hey.”

“Johnny, this is Angelo, he was at the party last night,” Mickey told me.

“Heh, some party that was,” said Angelo.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.

“And I, you. In this family we’re always well-armed. Since we’re rising back from power we only have Colt.45’s. Here, I have one for you,” said Mickey, passing it me under the table.

“Thanks.”

“Now don’t go wavin’ this round like a cap gun. If the cops see you with this, they’ll shoot you down, no questions asked. We also have a job for you. Go to the strip club downtown and collect this week’s protection money.”

“Okay sure,” I said as I left. I walked to the subway station and walked down the steps. I paid my money and boarded the train. It was a rough, dirty train. Rats were running about and tramps were begging and sleeping. The train finally stopped and I got off. The strip club was in sight.

 

I walked into the club; it was a pretty classy place. Neon lights everywhere and the girls were amazing. I knocked on the manager’s door.

“Forellis,” I murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. I opened the door, only to find two goons pointing pistols at me. I quickly popped a bullet in one’s head. I fired a bullet at both of the others shoulders. He fell down in pain.

“Where’s the money?” I asked the manager. He shut his eyes.

“I-I don’t have it.” I shot through the goon’s throat. He ran around the room screaming.

“He’s choking and bleeding to death. I can make it stop if you give me the money.”

The manager handed me the money, so I shot the goon in the head and left. I then headed back to Marco’s Bistro, with the $750. I sat back down with Mickey and Angelo.

“I have the money. But there were two goons that I had to kill for the money,” I told the pair.

“You have passed our test,” said Angelo.

“Yes, it was a test of trust. You could have just kept the money to yourself, but you brought it back here and earned our trust,” said Mickey.

“Welcome to the Family,” congratulated Angelo.

[WelcomeToLibertyCity]

Wow guess I was pretty gullable, should've thought puffin was Angelo but what can you do.

[Stefan.]

I knew it, I KNEW IT.

 

I forgive you, but we don't control who's banned on the Forums and who is not. The mods do that, and that's their job. Talk to them, not to us.

[Build Up Your Gang]

That's very upsetting, Angelo. All the clone accounts have been removed, the money and weapons returned to their normal.

Everybody: No more talk about Angelo. Anyone who discusses Angelo will be punished (seriously, we don't want topic clutter over some persistent PBM).

 

The Vagos's Crack Den generates them $80.

 

Roloing: $36. Good work, however, it should be 'I was awaken' instead of 'I was awaked'. I also noticed how you used the names 'Angelo' and 'Mickey', ironic. Hope you're not one of them.

[Roloing]

Roloing: $36. Good work, however, it should be 'I was awaken' instead of 'I was awaked'. I also noticed how you used the names 'Angelo' and 'Mickey', ironic. Hope you're not one of them.

Thanks, Word told me to write 'awaked'.

[Build Up Your Gang]

 

San Andreas Guardian

 

The Threat Is Over

 

People across North America were celebrating last night as the recent zombie threat was quelled.

 

After two weeks of brave fighting, the Zombotech Extermination Squads, with help from the US Army, have disposed of the zombie threat. The last walking cadavers are believed to have been securely locked up in a high-security compound somewhere in San Andreas; although it's exact location is unknown. A cure has been discovered which returns zombies to their dead state.

 

The President, who had fled to Europe, was unavailable to comment and it is thought he will renounce his presidency after the disgrace of abandoning his people in their time of need. Vice President Stephen Gardener said from the steps of his family home in the capital: "It has been a rought two weeks for every American citizen, but we have shown our collective strength. It's times like these when I am particularly to stand up and say 'I am an American'".

 

Zombotech CEO, John A. Russo, broadcast an announcement declaring the end of chaos at 7.30pm Pacific Time. Many city dwellers had been evacuated by government forces to rural areas, and it is thought that, once the final safety checks are done, they will be allowed back to their homes.

 

Well, that's all for BUYG: Hallowe'en this year folks.

Edited November 12, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[iamanevilbastard]

OK, heres chapter 3

 

Varios Las Aztecas: Chapter 3:Rub-Out

 

Three days after Raoul's trial (and five after I talked to the witnesses), I sat in the passenger seat of his blue Broadway convertible. It was three in the bloody morning and we were outside the house of a Vagus OG in East Beach, waiting for him to return home from wherever he was.

 

"We've been here for six hours, Holmes, and this damn balaclava is making me itch," Raoul said, his over sized frame a shadow in the night. He was munching his way through his third pack of chips in the last three hours. He may have appeared bored and not all there, but I knew that he would be ready to open fire with the .45 calibre handgun resting on his lap.

 

"Patience, ese," I told him. "My balaclava is itchy as well and I'm just as tired, but we can end the life of the man who shot you six months ago before he decides to try again." Raoul shivered as he remembered taking a bullet in his shoulder when I was accepted into the gang. I reached for my thermos of coffee and drunk a mouthful, the warm drink a stark contrast to the cold night air. Raoul opened his mouth to speak when we heard the familiar sound of an Oceanic coming down the street. The oceanic pulled into the OG's driveway.

 

Raoul and I crept out of our car slowly. By the looks of it, there were two men, one tall and one short. The tall man was the Vagos OG we wanted. "Thanks for the lift, Hombre," the tall man said as his companion got back in his car once he had reached the door. Raoul and I hid behind the house's hedge, ready to open fire as soon as the car drove off. The car reversed out of the driveway and drove off. We emerged from our hiding spot as the Vagos walked inside. I fired a shot at the OG and it got him in the throat. By the light of Raoul's flashlight, I could see the Vagos's blood had spurted all over his home's hardwood floor. The door swung shut on his dead body. "The car's coming back! Let's get out of here!" Raoul yelled. I took one last look at the cadaver and ran back to Raoul's car.

 

The Oceanic passed by and the driver fired off a few shots from his gun. It sounded like an automatic of some kind. "Sh!t, he's got a Tec-9!" Raoul yelled. The driver made another pass, but this time I was ready. I let off another shot with my rifle, shattering the back window. I slid the bolt of my rifle back and took aim at the back windshield. I squeezed off another round. The car swerved wildly and crashed. We drove up to it as the driver crawled out, a bullet in his shoulder. "Goodbye, mother f##ker," Raoul said as he put a bullet in the Vagos's skull. We left him lying in a pool of his own blood.

 

Raoul dropped me at the Willowfield tattoo parlour. I crept slowly down into the bottom floor and into the room Maria had moved into and now shared with me. To my surprise, she was awake. "When will it end?" She said to me as I changed out of the clothes I had worn to the hit.

 

"When will what end?" I asked.

 

"This... the gang banging, the killing. I've lived with it all my life and I know it's for our survival, but sometimes their faces came back to me. I've killed before, I first killed at the age of twelve..." Maria's soft voice drifted off. I thought back to the ghastly deed Raoul and I had just committed. I had to swallow bile to avoid being sick as the magnitude of everything that had happened over the last week or so settled on me. I crawled into bed next to Maria and stroked her hair. "I don't know. All I know is that it's a slippery slope." From there, sleep took me and I knew no more.

Edited November 12, 2008 by iamanevilbastard

[Stefan.]

Lol, Stepehn Gardener. Any relation to Steven Harper?

 

I'll get onto marking your story, evilbastard. Also, Roloing has been Ottobanned, so he needs to be gone. I'll have a story up on Monday fellas.

[Build Up Your Gang]

iamevilbastard:

 

$35

 

Good effort, I liked it, but something seemed a bit iffy... don't know if it was the Aussie slang or something, but it seemed just like something was missing. Also a few grammatical errors as well. Otherwise, good job, keep it up.

 

-Stefan

[marlord911]

Grove Street Families - Wang Cars

Chapter 4: "One Man Down"

 

"Nice doing business, my friends," the fat Mexican man laughed, his white farmer's hat beginning to blow off in the wind. In his hands were carried a silver briefcase, a briefcase that we had just handed over.

 

"Fernando, pass Mister Bomber here the money."

 

A young Rifa man named Fernando stepped forward. He fished a wad of 100 dollar bills from his pocket, and raised his hand in my direction. "This was the price we agreed on." I reached forward and took the money, not taking my eyes off it. I passed the money to my left, where Lil' Shark took it and began counting.

 

A strange vroom was heard, a faint sound that echoed through the trees. The Rifas heard it too, and muttered to each other strangely in Spanish. Pedestrians never drive up that trail, I thought. Turning back to the fat Rifa leader, I told him, "I think we are done here." I began to walk back towards our Glendales, which were parked near the entrance to the clearing, behind some trees. Lil' Shark, Shades, and Beans began to follow me.

 

Lil' Shark had apparently handed Beans the money, because he came running up to me with it. "Exactly 3 grand and 2 hundred, Bomber." A grin spread across Beans's face, and he said with delight, "Our homies will be proud. Maybe get ourselves some better rides, what d'you think?"

 

I was just about to respond when a shot rang out. Beans let out a horrible scream and clutched at his convulsing leg. A bullet had hit him square in the kneecap, causing intense pain. Instinctively, my head shot upwards in an attempt to locate the shooter. The shot had obviously come from behind Beans, so it would be towards the entrance of the clearing - there, the enclosed area where some Rifa cars were parked, that had to be it.

 

"Rifa bastards!" I yelled. The fat Rifa leader turned to me, confused. I saw that their small group hadn't arrived at the cars yet, some had already opened up the case of weed and were smoking. So who could have fired the shot? I signalled for Lil' Shark to follow me and for Shades to stay with the injured Beans. Towards the Rifa cars I ran, but stopped when I came within ten feet of it, because that's when I saw the source of the bullet - a MP5 machine gun propped on the side of a car. As if on cue, a head showed itself behind the gun and more bullets were pumped out of it, in my direction.

 

Lil' Shark and I simultaneously dived out of the way. We rolled on the ground and reached for our guns. I couldn't recall what I had brought to the drug deal; I hoped that my trusted Desert Eagle would be there. Unfortunately, I felt the shape of a silenced pistol instead. Useful for stealth missions, I thought. Utterly useless for situations like this.

 

Fortunately, Lil' Shark had brought his trusted weapon - another MP5, to match that of the shooter. All the while, bullets kept pinging towards us, but the shooter was obviously not an expert marksman. Lil' Shark, on the other hand, was. It took one roll for him to hoist up his MP5 and fire a round at the shooter, hitting him square in the chest. The shooter stumbled forward and fell face-flat on the ground.

 

But something wasn't right. Bullets kept on pinging, and the Rifas were getting shot at as well. The fat leader yelled at me, "Mister Bomber, what is this!" I didn't bother yelling back. There were obviously more enemies here, it was time to finish them.

 

"Shades!" I yelled back at our Glendales. "How's Beans doin'? Got a piece with you?"

 

"He's in pain, but not bleedin' much!" came the reply. "Here, take my Tec!"

 

I watched as Shades flung his Tec-9 at me. Not the best weapon, I thought, but better than that sh*tty silenced pistol. I turned and began firing, but something caught my eye. I saw the dead body of the first shooter - nothing too special about it, nothing that could tell me his affiliation, except for that yellow headband. Vagos? I thought. Certainly possible, considering what happened last week. I circled around to the back of the cars, and indeed, my fears were confirmed.

 

Behind the last row of Rifa cars, no less than three Vagos were firing at the Rifas. The Rifas did their best to return fire, but a few of them had been shot and with some of their members high on weed, they were being decimated. It was time to finish this, I thought. None of the Vagos had noticed me, so I pointed my Tec-9 at one of them and fired. Perfect headshot, the man fell. CJ would be proud of me, I thought.

 

Noticing their friend's death, the other two men spun. One of the two were caught by a shot to the shoulder from the Rifas, and fell down, writhing. The third Vagos member, however, ducked behind the car and aimed his MP5 at me. But it was too late for him, for I had already aimed and fired...

 

...only to hear a click. sh*t, I thought, I was dry. The Vagos smiled and took his aim again, and I realized that there was no way out. Towards the right I dove, expecting to be riddled by bullets. But as I flew through the air, the Vagos guy didn't fire. Instead, two red holes appeared in his chest, and he went down.

 

I gratefully hit the ground and rolled. Turning, I saw Lil' Shark, smoke rising from the tip of his gun, having shot the Vagos member just as he was about to shoot me. After a long pause, I regained my composure and we walked towards our cars to join Shades and Beans. The Rifas didn't say anything, they just entered their cars and drove away like us.

 

Five minutes later, a few gang cars drove onto the Easter Tunnel freeway from a small dirt trail. An onlooker would be confused, since no one ever used that dirt trail. To us, however, we knew that we had just driven down from a clearing in the Flint County woods which often staged drug deals between the gangs of San Andreas, and that we were headed for the San Fierro Medical Centre to have our friend Beans treated.

 

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i hope you liked that. the weed has been sold in this story, so $3200 profit for [email protected]!!!

[trr1234]

I'd like to join the Leone Family at Salvatore's Mansion. I'll have my first story up when I get the internet at my house.

 

[Build Up Your Gang]

marlord: $41. Another good story, I'm quite impressed. Your drugs have been sold for a profit of $3200.

trr: Alright, you've been added to the list.

 

 

The Crime Desk

 

On Saturday, the LCPD raided a storehouse which they believed was where the Forelli Brothers stored their excess weapons. The police apprehended the two goons that were smoking in the storehouse, and confiscated a large supply of Colt .45 pistols. On the same day, another LCPD squad busted up a few African-American ghetto boys who were looking to start a fight with a civilian. The group of youngsters, who identified themselves as SouthSiders, were fined $100. Finally, a third squad of LCPD policemen stormed a bar in Chinatown, known to be the most frequent hangout spot of the Chinese Triads. They were looking for a stash of narcotics that an unnamed caller had tipped them, but in the end, no drugs were found and the policemen were pushed out from the bar unceremoniously by angry Triad members.

 

In Vice City, a henchman of Tommy Vercetti himself had just arrived from Escobar International Airport and was caught speeding outside of Sunshine Autos in his Sentinel XS. He was fined $20, and given a stern warning from a police officer. Meanwhile, at the other end of the city, VCPD officials made the trip to a jetty on Prawn Island, where a gang van belonging to the Sharks was parked. The police believed that the Sharks traded their drugs through this van, but upon inspection, no drugs were found.

 

On the West Coast, LSPD officers trailed a well-known Russian hitman to the Atrium, where the Russian hitman parked his car and entered the building for a meet. The policemen searched the car, but no heavy weapons were found. A few Colt .45 pistols were confiscated though, as they were not properly licensed.

 

The Vagos's Crack Den generates them $80.

 

-radicell.

[Stefan.]

Next person who gets on, put me in the High Roller for the Sindacco Family, I don't have any good story ideas for the Bikers at the moment.

[Skimask101]

Sorry I haven't posted any stories in a bit and I'm gonna make it up by posting a story that's not yet finish but will be soon enough.

 

 

 

Chapter6:Bedford Point Projects:M-Beat

 

 

 

 

"Good Morning Liberty City! Last night there was an intense battle between two 'Crews' of Yardies in Portland. There was an approximate 23 dead and one wounded. The residents in the area were frightened as they were witness to a war."

 

 

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"People have been asking the same question, 'Whats the Meaning of Life?'..."

 

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"He's in critical condition! Get him to ER!"

 

"We have to put him on life support! He wont make the next few hours if we don't!..."

 

The Paramedics rushed the body to ER hoping it was still alive. When it got to ER a friendly nurse told it...

 

"Don't worry you're in good hands now."

 

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"I'll tell what it is..."

 

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Raflo & Ragla

 

 

"You alive brada?" Raflo asked

"Ya, we not gonna make it brada" Ragla responded

 

Ragla began to slowly embrace the realities of the situation he was in. After realizing this he shed a single tear that could make a man fall to his knees, a tear that could stop a war.

 

An oriental man walked inside the underground prison yelling at the guard until the guard handed him the key to the cells. The man walked over and asked

 

"A request from some one very high up in our organization, it seems you two are not needed anymore" The man sneered in a Japanese accent

 

"Here are your clothes. We confiscated your other 'items' for obvious reasons" The guard told the Young men

 

"Mi brada! We free! We really Free!" Raflo stuttered

 

"I know mi brada! Lets get outta here!" Ragla shouted

 

 

As the two unsuspecting Yardies get dressed they are knocked unconscious by the guard and the oriental man. They are dragged out of the facility, thrown in a van and dropped of at the Cochrane Dam. When they wake they look at each other as if they got their kidneys stolen. Raglo got up and slouched to suppress the pain of hunger that obliterated all of his motor skills. they had not had a comfortable sleep in weeks so they were passing out every few minutes.

 

 

[danigro55]

I want to join Diablos. Pay N Spray please.

[Build Up Your Gang]

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Stefan: Moved.

 

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Skimask101: $23

 

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danigro55: Welcome. Added.

 

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A Colombian immigrant, Sergio Calderon, 23, was caught speeding at 30 kilometres above the limit last night in a dark, blue Cartel Cruiser, along Central Avenue in Newport, right in front of the shopping mall. He was initially fined $100, but however due to his previous good record, he was handed back $20.

 

Colombian Cartel lose $20.

 

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Updated by Stefan.

[danigro55]

This is my First story, so it may not be good

Chapter 1: Debut

Liberty City, 2006

 

Hi my name is Luis Munoz. A immigrant from Latin America who moved to Liberty City.

 

It was a hot day in Liberty City. Some gusty winds and no school, but the summer heat was going to be my Debut for the Diablos.

 

I had drove my Diablo Stallion all the way to the Portland Docks, were I was going to have my first mission as a Diablo.

“So we expected to see you” said Victor, a high-ranking member

“Yeah, so what is the mission for me?” I replied

“Those Yakuza pricks are illegally exporting foreign guns all the way in Harwood. I want you to destroy boats entering that Pier.” He said

“Ok, I will do it” I replied

 

He left me some Molotov Cocktails in Saint Marks were I could destroy the boats and stop illegal gun exporting. As I drove to Saint Marks there was some traffic, but I did not care about that. The Molotovs were near a demolished building being constructed for a New Italian restaurant. I got the Molotovs and quickly drove to Harwood

 

Then as I went there I saw 2 Yakuza guards. I just wacked them with my Baseball bat and saw a boat of AK47’s. I destroyed the Boat and got a AK47 just in case. I quickly saw another boat speeding by with a Yakuza shooting with a Colt 45. I just used the Molotovs and destroyed there boat as it sank. Then I saw another boat. But I saw a Diablo steering it. So I did not attack. It was Carlos, another High ranking member

“Luis, we need to destroy more boats coming from Staunton Island. You got a gun from the boats?”

“Yes, I got a AK47 just in case.” I replied to Carlos

“Well let’s get out of here before more illegally exported guns come to ruin Portland”

 

As I got in the boat, we headed across the Harbor to a near Staunton peir. We saw many Yakuza boats. I attacked them with my AK47 easily getting a head-shot. As I ignored the boat that crashed into another flipping itself over, I pulled out the Molotovs throwing them at other Yakuza members.

 

Then we were at a Pier. There were some Flammable Tanks near them so I shot the tanks and exploded. Yakuza bodies flying and then hitting into the water. But it wasn’t over; as we made it to the pier quickly some Yakuza Stingers just drove by with there Colt 45’s. I just threw a Molotov destroying there car.

 

Then I saw a parked Banshee driving by we decided to jack. We took out the owner and drove to the Casino to kill more remaining Yakuza threats.

 

As we drove by we got some police attention after hitting some peds. We just continued to drive.

 

As we finally made it to the Casino, I pulled out my AK47 shooting the Yakuza gun dealers. There was another Yakuza Singer parked delivering a Surprise Attack. But they failed as I killed them with my Bat. Finally, all the Yakuza dealers were slayed. We drove through Callahan Bridge. We prevented Yakuza threats from ruining Portland. We celebrated with bear. As we all got Drunk. The leader talked to me.

 

”Well, you finished your first mission. You are now a Diablo!” he said

“Thanks, it was all in nothing”

“Well good luck.”

[Build Up Your Gang]

danigro55: $32. Definitely a good story for your first time, nothing too special but nothing wrong either.

 

The Vagos crack den generates them $80.

 

-radicell.

[mark-2007]

We need to rally all the writers on here together again and become more active. I'll get tomorrow's work out of the way with and then see what ideas I have for my next Vagos installment.

 

Everybody follow suit. Thanks.

[danigro55]

I agree mark-2007, its not fun with only a few writers. We need to be more active!

[Stefan.]

I have f*cking writer's block. T'is sh*t.

 

I definitely should have one by next Friday.

[danigro55]

I would like to Purchase 5 pills of MDMA (ECSTASY)

[iamanevilbastard]

I'll have one by Sunday. Patience is a virtue...

[danigro55]

I guess I will have mines by Thursday since im enjoying thanksgiving week.

[Rucke]

Why isn't the Leone family on the list?

[Flesh-n-Bone]

Why isn't the Leone family on the list?

Are you blind? They are the first gang on the list, lol.

[medion505]

I would like to join the San Fierro Rifa at the Pleasure Domes Club in San Fierro

Edited November 27, 2008 by medion505

[iamanevilbastard]

Varrios Los Aztecas: Chapter 4: Just Another Gang Shootout

 

Maria and I packed the last bag of groceries into the trunk of my Broadway as a silver Tornado approached. “Nice car,” I said to myself. I got in the driver’s seat of my car and put they key in the ignition. “Hurry up, woman!” I said to Maria. As she got in the car, the doors of the Tornado opened. Two men stepped out. One was short and fat, with a bald head and was wearing a yellow tank top. The other, who was sporting a black shirt, was about average in height, mustachioed and brown haired. They both reached into their pockets.

 

Something in my brain snapped. I grabbed Maria’s shirt by the collar and pulled her down as I hid my head under the dash. Several shots rang out, about four, I think. The first two shattered my windshield. The third went wide and buried itself in the vinyl seat of another car. The fourth hit the bonnet of another car. I put my car into gear and drove forward, my head still down. The gunmen leaped to the side just before they were crushed beneath the wheels of my car. I accelerated out of the car park and tore down the street.

 

“I will kill those bastards! Sh*t!” Maria yelled. I had never seen he like this before. Her eyes were narrowed to a point and her lips were peeled back in a furious snarl.

 

“Calm the hell down,” I said to her. “I saw the license number and I think I’ve seen the car that those ar$eholes were driving before. They were around Los Flores.” Maria wanted to head there, so I drove that way. We were outside Yaiyarir Auto Parts when we saw the Tornado drive past. I looked at the license plate. It was the same as the one that I saw when we were shot at. I got out two balaclavas, two pairs of earplugs and cocked my Colt.

 

I put on a balaclava and gave one to Maria. We put the earplugs in our ears to guard them from the sound of the imminent fire fight. She took the safety off her handgun and nodded at me. I took aim at the offenders’ car and fired a shot. I hit the fat driver’s shoulder and he started screaming. His friend looked around and saw Maria and I. He got out the car and took cover behind it. Maria hit the deck and crawled over to a stationary car. The fat man was out of the car and shooting now. I blasted him in the skull and he went down. The other man started shooting and I expected to have my head blown off at any moment. I let off a few more rounds, but they just hit the car, not my intended target. As he poked his head up to aim another shot, Maria opened fire. Two shots got him in the left bicep and pectoral. He fell to the ground and we crossed over to his body. Unceremoniously, we emptied our clips into him and ran back to my car.

 

As I drove us back to the tattoo parlour in Willowfield, I came to terms with what we had done. I found an inner peace within myself-now I knew I could forgive myself for ending the lives of those who would harm the people I cared about. “We got ‘em,” Maria said breathlessly, pulling off her balaclava.

 

“Yeah,” I said as I removed my own balaclava. Maria headed straight to the shower to wash the gunpowder residue off of her body. Angelo was out, so I didn’t need to explain it to him yet. After I had my shower, I gave Maria my clothes and she took them to the Laundromat to wash them. I sat down in front of the TV with a bottle of beer. I took a swig and thought about how I would explain all this to Angelo.

Edited November 28, 2008 by iamanevilbastard

[medion505]

San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 1: A Name

 

I joined the Rifa not too long after I hopped the border, back in '91 they were thriving, San Fierro belonged to them. I was only nine then, but they had me doing small things, muggings and stuff. I watched and learned from the others and saw many a member fall to the bullets of enemy gangs and even the pigs, the blood of many of my good friends on their hands.

 

After T-Bone was killed several members stepped up to the plate, or should I say chopping block. Noone lasted for more than a few weeks as leader, including my buddy Carlos. He was the closest thing I'd had to a dad in years.

 

My real parents I can hardly remember, there are sometimes periods of absolute clarity, like a break in the clouds. I write down what I can remember, which so far is not much. Last thing I remember of them is them being shot down as we were running to the boat which got me across here to San Andreas.

 

Anyway I kept my head down and continued to watch and learn from the best, it's now 2007 and I'm ready to move up throught the ranks. I will prove to the others I can make a name for my self. The gang is always in need of new Stallions, what with the cops impounding some and others getting riddled with bullets in firefights. So I figure if I can find a bullet proof Stallion it would really benefit the gang, I've heard whispers of a street race where the winner takes a fully tricked out Stallion thats bulletproof, fireproof, even bombproof. I know there is no way I can win it fair and square in a race, not with the car they let me drive, so i'll simply stick around at the finish line wait until they hand the prize to the winner and follow him secretly to his house, and when he least expects it I'll take it.

 

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Okay I gotta pump myself up, I can do this, it's easy just sneak in get the keys and get out of there with the car, [email protected] the doors are locked. As I sneak around the side of the house I see my way in, an open window, good thing it's on the first floor i'm terrible with heights. Okay remember just get in, get out, easy right. [email protected], inside is dark I can't see a thing, I hope my eyes adjust quickly, sh*t someone's turned on a light, and they're coming this way.

 

What do I do, what do I do, I was never all that strong and fighting was never my thing. Just try to remember what Carlos taught you, um, he's getting closer. “Punch them in the nose”.

 

“If you punch someone in the nose they are as good as blind for long enough to gain the upper hand” I remember carlos once telling me “and don't be afraid to fight dirty, kick them when they are down, make sure they are not going to get up”.

 

I hope this works, a large cracking sound is heard as I punch square in the middle of the face just as he walks throught the doorway to the room I am in. He's swinging blindly and yelling at me, I get behind him and puch him in the kidneys and he drops to the ground in pain. I pick up a nearby lamp and swing, there is blood going everywhere, the guy has stopped moving but I just keep swinging and hitting him, a pool of blood is forming around his body, he's dead I just know it. Okay, get the keys to the Stallion, you can put his body in the trunk, then drive out of there.

 

I'm not thinking clearly but I manage to find the keys, I start to drag the body of this guy to the garage when something catches my eye. There is a plaque over the mantle which reads “Good job on keeping America free of illegal immigrants” with small print beneath it saying “by any means neccessary”. This guy is a border cop, it's punks like him that got my parents killed. He deserved to be killed, once I get out of here I am gonna dump his body in the sewers like the sh*t he is.

 

Getting into the car it feels comfortable but not industructable, best to play it on the safe side until I can test it. After shoving the body down a manhole in a deserted street I drive to the Pleasure Domes Club to show the senior gang members what I got. A big guy in a white tank top and jeans and a whit bowler hat comes out to meet me, “Hey your that kid that Carlos took under his wing, a shame what happened to him, anyway my name is Normando, lets see, what have you got here”. He walked around and looked it over “It's nice who'd you steal it off?” he asked as he continued to look over the Stallion “I don't know the guy's name, but he was some punk ass border cop, and he deserved what he got”. Seeing blood in the trunk Normando looks at me and asks “Did you kill the guy?” it had finally started to sink in I had killed a man, “yeah I killed him, but I think that it is worth it, this car was a prize in a street race, the guy running the race said that this stallion is bulletproof, fireproof, and bombproof”. Taking a 9mm out Normando shoots a few bullets into the stallion, each left a hole “well it looks like the guy in charge of the race lied, but your heart was in the right place you did this to benefit the gang, we need more people like you” Normando is really making me feel like a part of the gang. “We need people with initiative, people who can make the San Fierro Rifas a name to be feared, come back later I might just have some jobs for you, and keep the car, you're gonna need it”.

 

After my head had cleared I went back to the border cop's house and got rid of any evidence that could link the crime back to me. I'm finding it hard to believe I now have a good Stallion with a fresh paintjob and only a couple of bullet holes in it. If I can continue doing stuff like this the name of the San Fierro Rifa will be a household name again. Everyone will know the name of me, Carneades Belus of the San Fierro Rifa.

 

 

 

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Okay my first story is a lot longer than i thought it would be, but it was fun.

[Build Up Your Gang]

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medion505:

 

• Added to the Pleasure Domes in San Fierro, for the Rifas.

• $35 for the story. Great start, I look forward to seeing more of your work.

 

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iamanevilbastard:

 

• $41 for your chapter. I'm really enjoying your work mate, keep it up. Just a few errors to fix up.

 

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Edited by Stefan.