BUYG: Build Up Your Gang

[medion505]

I would like to buy a Colt .45 for the San Fierro Rifa

[Stefan.]

Done.

[Rucke]

Yo radicell, I don't see much of you in the GTA IV BUYG

[radicell]

Yo radicell, I don't see much of you in the GTA IV BUYG

That's because I don't have IV yet. Wait till after December 2nd, I might be writing around the IV BUYG then.

[medion505]

San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 2: Training

 

I remember hearing once that gun related deaths are eight times higher in the United States compared to any other high-income country. I can totally believe that, I mean many people are shot and die each day in San Andreas. I once saw an old lady get into a firefight with the cops, they eventually had to bring a SWAT team in to bring her down, she managed to kill at least five cops.

 

Waking up to a new day I decide to find out what sort of things Normando will have me doing to help the gang. As I step out of the apartment building located just a stones throw from a garage partially owned by Carl Johnson from the Grove Street Families, just up the road is a car showroom also under Grove control. Good thing for me that they haven't had many dispute with us Rifa, not since the gang stopped dealing in drugs.

 

I get in my Stallion and drive, listening to the radio as I make my way to the club. A red light stops me and I see Hefe walk out of a burger shot, I call out to him and when he sees me he walks to my car and gets in.

 

Hefe is true to the gang and a good friend, he even once saved my life. “Nice ride ese, you drivin' to the pleasure domes” he asked as he pulled out a beer, almost as if from thin air. “Yeah man, Normando's gonna help me get into bigger capers” he looked at me with a smile just about splitting face “it took you long enough, you've been missing out, these big crimes carry so much more excitement”. And as a much lower chance of making it to old age.

 

As we pulled up at the club Normando was just coming out, hefe waved as he said “see you later man, I'll be inside”. “Hey Carneades get over here, if you want to move up to bigger things you're going to need this” Normando handed me Colt .45 handgun “but you are gonna have to prove to me that you can use this thing”. He led me around the back of the club and down some stairs “we recently put a shooting range under the club so some of our members could practice their gun skills” puzzled I asked him “how don't the people upstairs here all the gunshots”. Normando tapped the wall “it's completely soundproof, and don't woory about missing the target these walls are built solidly, bullets don't even dent these things”.

 

He pressed a button over at the counter and a bunch of targets came into view, some had been made to look like Aztecas, others made to look like cops. “I have to be honest Normando, I've never fired a gun before in my life,” he looked quite surprised to here this, so he gave me some words of advice “shooting a with a handgun like this is easy, just point it at the target and pull the trigger”. “When you can put three bullets in a row into a target's heart I'll take you with me to an easy job, so let's see what you've got”.

 

I take the safety off and point it at targets and take a shot, my first shot ever, and it goes straight throught the heart. “Good shot kid” Normando called out to encourage me, I aimed and took another shot it went just to the left of the first one. Man this is a lot easier than I thought it would be, I lined up and shot again and like the others it went straight into the heart. “Carneades you are a natural at this man, go up to the club get a drink, i'll be back later tonight with a job lined up for you”. Happy with my success I went up and shouted Hefe to a beer, who ever new that I could have been that good.

[Rucke]

I would like to join the Sindacco Family. Can you add me on The Dolls House? I kinda got a good idea.

[Build Up Your Gang]

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medion505:

 

• $33 for your story. Still a few errors to fix up, but I'm enjoying the story.

 

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Rucke:

 

• Added to The Doll House for the Sindacco Family.

 

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CONFISCATIONS

 

• The Southside Hoods lose their Combat Shotgun.

• The Diablos lose $13.

• The Cubans lose $16.

• The Ballas lose $20.

• The Da Nang Boys lose their Desert Eagle.

 

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ASSETS

 

• The Los Santos Vagos receives $80 from their prostitutes.

 

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Updated by Stefan.

 

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medion505:

 

• Knife and molotovs bought.

 

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Updated again by radicell.

Edited November 30, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[medion505]

I would like to buy a Knife and Molotov Cocktails

[marlord911]

Grove Street Families - Wang Cars

Chapter 5: "Russians"

 

It was late at night when we finally returned to the showroom. We had left Beans in the care of those lab-coat doctors at the hospital, and he was due for discharge in two days. We walked into the showroom, still brightly lit, to find Tom leaning against one of the high-class street racers, drifting in the world between wakefulness and sleep. I went over and tapped him on the shoulder.

 

"Ah- Ah yes what can I do for you!" Tom almost shouted, re-entering the world of consciousness with a shock. "Oh, it's you. What's up, Bomber?"

 

"Nah, we just came in and about to go back to the garage, isn't it around time to close up shop?"

 

"Yeah, well I'll do that soon. Did you hear the news?"

 

"Well, we just slaughtered another bunch 'a Vagos, if that's what you mean..."

 

"No, Bomber! None of that gang sh*t. We're opening another Wang Cars in the Esplanade!"

 

Tom continued to explain that ever since CJ and Cesar Vialpando raided Otto's Autos showroom two months ago, the shop had been on the road to bankruptcy. The owner had abandoned it last night, so CJ had given Tom the call, telling him to erect a new Wang Cars showroom in its place. In that time, Tom had contacted construction workers to remodel the place, with neon lights and all that sh*t.

 

"And now, Bomber," Tom said, "all we need is for your bunch of boys to get some dealers and some cars in there, then the money starts rolling in!"

 

I was excited about it, and so were the other homies. By the next day, we had posters tacked up on lampposts and walls around town, looking to hire a few salespeople to work in our showrooms. We figured that we'd need at least two guys to do shifts, and we also wanted a third guy to do night shift for Tom at the Doherty showroom too.

 

"It's been two days since we put up the posters, I guess the calls will be coming in soon." We were talking about it on our way to the hospital in Santa Flora to pick up our homie, Beans.

 

"I heard we're getting paid the protection money," I said. "C'mon guys, we're here. It's time to see Beans alive and well." I parked the car and got out, along with Shades, Tony, and Lil' Shark. We walked towards the entrance of the hospital, where we were greeted by safety-glass doors which slid open by themselves.

 

Inside the hospital was total cacophony. Lab-coat doctors and surgeons were hiding underneath desks. I saw a few dark figures disappear into the distance. Confused, I approached the receptionist. "Hi, is everything alright here? We're here to check out James Wyatt."

 

"Th-they took 'im." The receptionist trembled, terrified. "Th-they just left. A few Russian guys. They pointed g-guns at us and t-took your friend."

 

Suddenly I realized who those dark figures were. Apparently the Vagos had consulted their allies, the Russian Mafia. Six months ago, CJ had killed a bunch of them at the Atrium in Los Santos. But they were back, and what better time to resurface when the Vagos were resurfacing as well?

 

I ran into the hospital, my homies following. The Russians hadn't realized my presence, but they did now. I reached for my Desert Eagle, held it up, and fired. The Russians stopped in their tracks, and turned around. I smiled, thinking that I had got them.

 

But I had celebrated too early. For as the dark figures rotated, I saw that the two Russian men each had the end of an MP5 pointed into a familiar friend's ears - James Wyatt, known better to us as Beans.

 

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Id like to buy a car dealership please, plus one extra dealer. so i'd have Car dealership + 2 dealers. thanx BUYG!

[WelcomeToLibertyCity]

Chapter IX Break in

 

I awoke late the next day. My eyes burned as I glanced into the sun light beaming off the window. I pulled myself up off the floor where I laid and held my head. Sharp pain was shooting through each nerve, obviously from the amount of liquor I ingested last night. I flipped my cell phone out of my pants pocket and read that I had a new message. It was from the man who’s helping me solve Mitch’s murder case, he must have just returned from Vice city. As I sipped a glass of cool water, I read my message to myself. “Johnny- Long time no talk. Listen I got some more information for you. It seems that your friend’s killer didn’t come from an apposing gang or family.” I paused reading as a weird feeling crept over my body. If it wasn’t a rival gang or family who killed Mitch then why were there Sindaccos at the scene of the crime? I shook it off and began reading again. “The mastermind behind your case is, in fact, a traitor in the Leone family. Come and speak with me soon. I’ll be waiting in the alley in Right Lights District.” I curled my lips in disgust. What kind of man would do this to the family? And for what reason? Mitch was a good soldier, he had barely any enemies. The person who did this must have been on sick bastard. I stuffed the phone back into my pocket, and left Salvatore’s mansion to find my employer. Maybe I’ll get the last missing piece to my puzzle soon.

 

 

When I arrived at the alley, a black vehicle was parked neatly on the side of the curb. I pulled up along side of it and exited my Leone Sentinel. As I walked up the alley, I spotted my employer. He wasn’t disguised this time, I could make out his facial features. He had a thick jet black mustache and a messy head of hair. He looked to be about middle aged. “Hello Johnny.” He said with a smirk, “Long time no see.”

“Like wise.” I replied.

“I only have one more job left for you my friend, and then I will give you the last piece of your case.” He said, “And since this is your final task I’ve agreed to show you my true identity. My name is Ray. I’m a cop for the LCPD.” He explained as I interrupted him.

“You mean a corrupt cop.”

“Watch your tongue, I might just rip it off!” He snapped back at me, “Anyways that’s about all my identity holds, or at least what I want to tell you about it. You’ve done a lot for me and I figured this last task would be a breeze from what you’ve shown me so far. I want you to break into the police station in Portland and steal a file for me. There’s a few officers that want me fired down at the station. They put this case together called RAY which contains enough information to have me fired and put away. The file will be on the chief’s desk Once you do receive the file, I want you to demolish it. Burn it, through it off a pier or do whatever the f*ck you want. Just as long as it’s gone, I’ll be happy.

“Sounds easy enough, I’ll have this done soon.” I assured Ray as I entered my vehicle and headed to the Portland LCPD HQ.

 

 

I arrived at the LCPD station around late afternoon. At the front desk, there were a few officers dressed in blue police uniforms and munching away of a pack of donuts. As I peered around, there was a sign the said to get to the chief’s office I’d have to head upstairs. I began to walk towards it, but as I did I heard someone cock a gun behind me. I raised my hands in the air and slowly turned around. I was the officer from the front desk. “Sir, walk away from the stairs, you are not authorized to proceed up there.” The officer said in a very serious tone. I stared him in the face, and within a split second, whipped out my colt 45 and shot him directly between the eyes. He fell down in a heap of blood and brains as I sprinted up the stairs. An alarm sounded when I reach the chief’s office. I snatched the file off the desk and headed to my car, but there were many officers waiting for me. I took out my M4 and span around in a circle, firing bullets in all directions murdering all the officers surrounding me. The dead officers laid in a limp heap, thick crimson blood flowing out in a puddle around them. I used this moment to run out to the station and jump into my car.

 

Without wasting a second I slammed on the gas. My tires span and the stench of melting rubber rose from the ground in a white smokey state as I accelerated towards 8-Ball’s car bombs. I had one problem though, a few police were on my tail. Luckily, I had a charge. I leaned out my window and chucked it on the leading cruiser. With the press of a button a huge ball of thick black smoke and fire arose into the sky. I blew up the police. A short time later, I pulled into 8-Ball’s shop. He walked out and gave me a nod. “Fit this with a bomb as fast as you can!” I ordered 8-Ball.

“Sh*t fool calm the f*ck down I’ll have it done in a minute.” 8-Ball said as he eagerly got to work. In what seemed like no time at all he finished. I quikcly drove the car over to an empty lot close by. I bolted out of the car as I armed the bomb and got as far away as I could. Hiding behind a bench I watched my car explode into a fiery ball. I was finished, the files were gone and I completed my last task for Ray. As I walked back to Salvatore’s mansion with the sun set at my back, I called Ray. “Ray, it’s done. You won’t be getting fired anytime soon.” I told him.

“Great thanks kid. Listen I’ll have your last bit of information tomorrow.” He said thanking me for my duties. I hung up my phone and a smile grew across my face. Mitch’s final request to me will soon be finished.

[medion505]

San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 3: Surprise Attack

 

Sitting in the club, sipping some beers, hangimg with Hefe and some other ese's I felt a deep sense of belonging. This gang is my family, they've fed me and put clothes on my back since I got here, I need to bring in some big money to repay them.

 

“Hey Carneades, you look like your in a world of your own” I looked over as Hefe said this “just thinking through some stuff, thats all”. “So what was Normando having you do?” Hefe asked “He was teaching me to shoot, turns out i'm a natural at it” we both turned as the door opened and Normando stepped in. He drops a duffle bag on the bar in front of us, opens it and shows us it's contents, it is has in it some bandages, a couple of knives, some nails, two handguns and some extra clips, as well as a couple of molotov cocktails and a lighter.

 

“Carneades I want you to take this bag, go down to pier unity and shoot me some of those vago b*stards, they have started using Cranberry Station to take out stolen merchandise from San Fierro, we need to teach them a lesson”. Normando lifted a beer out from a fridge behind the bar then continued “when you're done, nail their blood stained bandannas to the wall of the station, that aught to change their mind about using our turf without our approval, Hefe you tag along make sure it gets done”.

 

We leave the club, get into my car, “d*mn man, unity station that's ages away, I don't think I can bare driving there and back” I say as I start the engine. “Don't worry man, drive us to Cranberry Station I'll show you what I have in mind” I start driving, hoping that Hefe's plan is a good one.

 

When we get to Cranberry station I park the car and Hefe takes me around the corner to another stallion, this one without any tyres. “See how the rims are bare, they fit almost perfectly onto the train tracks, all we have to do is drive it onto them and as long as we don't drive too fast it should stay on the tracks and those vagos will never expect an attack to come from behind” we get in as Hefe explains his plan.

 

With Hefe in the drivers seat I had some time to think, I'd only killed the one guy and that was on an adrenaline rush. I had to ask my self when it came to it would I be able to pull the trigger, I mean targets are one thing but a human life even if they are Vagos.

 

“Get ready man, we're nearly there” I became alert as Hefe said this, getting my head around it “I was born ready Hefe”. I passed him over a pistol and a couple of clips, and readied my own. Hefe slowed the car and we jumped out, not a single Vago in sight, not a single person in sight “Hefe, I've got a bad feeling about this”.

 

All hell broke loose, Vagos swarming out of the woodwork, at first estimations it looked like me and Hefe were facing off against seventeen people sporting yellow bandannas, AK's and Tec-9's. The odds were definitely against us, but it is them or us, no mercy asked, no quarter given. I leveled the barrel of my Colt .45 and fired it at the closest Vago, my aim stayed true the bullet hitting him right between the eyes, I was starting to aim at the next one when Hefe pulled me behind a pillar.

 

Hefe, shouting over the clammer of gunfire, gave me some advice “remember this, you are not invincible, peer out take a shot or two and get back behind the pillar, we may be outnumbered and outgunned but we can survive this if we fight smart”. I look out and a bullet whizzes past my ear, another two going into the pillar, one guy goes down to hefe's gun. I fire off a couple of rounds, one hit a guy in the chest, the other hitting him in the shoulder and ricocheting into the throat of another, a hail of bullets flies towards us and I barely get behind the pillar in time. Hefe was not as lucky, taking two rounds from an AK47 in the thigh, he falls to the ground unconsious, blood is only coming out slowly so my guess is it didn't hit any major veins.

 

In a rage I take a Molotov from the bag light it and hurl it into the multitude of asailants, flames engulf most, the overwhelming heat distracting the others for long enough to take them out. With the Vagos out of the way I help Hefe to the car and bandage up his wounds as best I could before returning to the mass of bodies and finishing the job I came to do. I take a bandanna unfurl it and nail it to the wall of the station by all four corners, using the butt of my gun as a hammer, I hope this sends those Vagos a lesson, if this has all been for nothing I don't know how I'll react.

 

Unsure whether Hefe would be able to hold on until reach the club I get him out of the car and put him into a open car which a vago probably drove in with. I get into the drivers seat and rush to the hospital, one of the few landmarks in los santos I know how to get to.

 

I run in through the doors carrying Hefe, a couple paramedics talking by the front desk see me and dash forward with a stretcher. One of them asks what happened to him I said that he'd been shot twice in the leg and that he fell unconsious directly afterward, the two paramedics rush him into the Emergency room and I go over to the front desk and give them Hefe's details and tell them to transfer him over to San Fierro general hospital once the doctors get him to a stable condition.

 

Leaving the hospital I decide to start the long trip back to San Fierro, I suppose it all worked out well enough, but I wonder how they knew we were coming.

[SomeMark]

Here's my prologue.

 

Grove Street Families: Emmet's Prologue

 

I lay here in the middle of the street, bleeding out of my leg and face. I look up in the sky and see a white light. Its calling my name, it wants me to come to it and discover whats at the end of it. Im laying here dying, but I dont know what to do. I see the ambulance coming and my Grove homies picking me up. I dont know what to do. I hear them calling my name.

"Emerson, you'll be alright homie just hold on." said a Voice.

 

I past out. Close my eyes and try to remember how this happen.

 

 

Edited December 1, 2008 by SomeMark

[Rucke]

Sindacco Crime Family

The Dolls House

 

Chapter 1: Pump Action Pimp

 

 

My name is Danny Camucci, I'm 35 years old. I'm doing pretty well in life, got a job, a girlfriend and an apartment.

That's what I tell most of the time when people asks about me. Well it's true I'm doing very well but that's becouse I works as a pimp and a brothel keeper for the Sindacco Crime Family. My girlfriend is a hooker and the only reason she is my girlfriend is becouse I give her some cash everytime I see her. But I liked this life, for me it was all normal.

 

The clock was around 10 PM and one of my costumers was finished.

 

"Here you go, Danny."

"Thanks man. Was she any good?"

"You kiddin me? She was amazing, if I were you I would take more for her."

"You would huh?"

"Yeah. Well see ya Danny."

"See ya."

"Hey Jennifer, come on the room is empty time is money!" I said to one of my laziest girls.

"Danny, that guy won't pay us our money" Another of my girls said.

 

Money was the most important thing in my life. Nobody got out of here without paying. I grabbed my baseball bat and started to chase after the costumer. He was fast but so were I. I chased him from the Dolls House in Hepburn Hights all the way to an small alley in north Chinatown.

 

"So you think you can get away without paying huh?" I said to him.

 

I punched him twice in the stomage with the bat and when he was laying in the ground I punched his body twice again.

I checked his wallet and let him pay double for his bad behaviour.

When I returned to The Dolls, Sindacco soldier Vic Germini had come to collect his cut. That was the way it worked. Associates to soldiers, soldiers to capos, capos to the administration.

 

"Hey good week, Vic, good week." I told him.

"Paulie will be happy."

"Give him and the guys my best huh?"

"Sure. Later Danny."

 

Chapter one end.

[iamanevilbastard]

Can I please purchase a knife for the VLA?

 

Varrios Los Aztecas: Chapter 5: Veterano

12th December, 2006

It was a dark and cloudy night and I was waiting out in the pouring rain outside the house of the Aztecas’ leader, Cesar Vialependo in my Broadway convertible. I knew that inside that house, Angelo, the closest thing I had to a father, was becoming a Veterano of the gang.

 

It was a great honor to be a Veterano, I knew that much. I also knew that a ceremony and mission which was intended to find out if this honor was deserved was involved, but I did not know what the ceremony and mission entailed.

 

Angelo’s point of view

 

I knelt on the hardwood floor of Cesar Vialependo’s house as a tall, thin Mexican man approached. This man was Pepe, the man who would complete the initiation ceremony. Pepe held a knife in his right hand and told me to put my right hand on my heart. “Give me your left hand,” he ordered. I did and was told to follow along with what he said.

“Juro para seguir la voluntad de mis superiores y para tratar a mis subordinados bastante. Juro para luchar a nuestros enemigos lo que el coste. Serviré el Aztecas de cualquier manera que pueda. Esto que hago voto,.” Pepe said solemnly.

 

“Juro para seguir la voluntad de mis superiores y para tratar a mis subordinados bastante. Juro para luchar a nuestros enemigos lo que el coste. Serviré el Aztecas de cualquier manera que pueda. Esto que hago voto,” I repeated. Pepe then nicked my forearm with the knife three times. I had to suffer in silence, or I would not be deemed worthy to become a Veterano. I was then given a piece of paper and told to leave.

 

I walked out to Juan’s car. “Head to the docks, boy,” I told him as I bandaged my wound. Ignoring his questions, I re-read the note Pepe had given me.

We have fooled a drug dealer into believing that a supplier will meet him at the docks tonight. You must kill him, but you cannot use a gun or knife. Do this and you will be a Veterano.

 

When we arrived at the docks, I waled around to the trunk and took out the baseball bat inside. “Keep the engine running, Cabrito,” I said to Juan. It did not take me long to find the drug dealer. He saw me and I walked over to him. “Good even-hey what’s with the bat?” He said to me as I swung my bat at his bearded face. I broke his nose, but he grabbed the bat and pulled me into a knee. I gasped and dropped the bat. He threw a punch at me, but I leg sweeped him to the ground, just as I had been trained in my military service. I crouched down and put a knee on his chest, then grabbed him by the scruff of his hair. I smashed his head into the ground about seven times before blood started leaking out and he convulsed. I photographed the corpse on my phone and threw him off the nearest pier.

 

Half an hour later, Pepe, Juan and I were inside my tattoo parlor. Usually, I give Veteranos a tattoo on their shoulder, but Juan did it this time. The tattoo was always two shotgun shells, side by side. Juan was soon finished. I smiled. I was now a Veterano.

 

Authors note: OK, it’s translation time!

In English, Angelo’s oath is, “I swear to follow the will of my superiors and to treat my subordinates well. I swear to fight to our enemies whatever the cost. I will serve the Aztecas in anyway I can. This I swear.”

Veterano-Veteran

Cabrito-Kid

I had to use Babel Fish, so sorry if it’s not completely accurate.

Edited December 2, 2008 by iamanevilbastard

[medion505]

San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 4: Reflection

 

Me, I never seem to talk about me the person, onlly me the gang member, it is hard for me to let people in and see the true Carneades Belus. A psychologist would say that it is a defense mechanism, a way of people from getting too close to me, I would put it differently but it all adds up to the same thing. When my parents were killed I was hurt badly, and without anyone to look after me, that I could confide in, I withdrew into my shell, vowing to not let anyone be as close to me as my parents were.

 

On the street, love can be used against you, love for your family, your friends, and your girl, all can be turned back against you and used as a weapon. If an enemy can not hurt you they go after those you love, which can end up as one of two reactions, depression and self hate for not being able to protect them, or anger and a lust for revenge against those who did it. Neither can end well.

 

I am not overly tall, standing at six feet even, and my build can only be described as scrawny, but when I punch someone I can assure you they feel it. The clothes I usually wear are not very different from what most of the Rifa wear, a cyan bandanna as a sash on my forehead, a white shirt, and jeans. A main feature differntiating me from a lot of the Gang is the fact I am clean shaven, with many opting to sport moustaches or beards, on my head I have the same style of hair the others do. I tend to try not to stand out from the safety of the gang, from the inclusiveness with which it rewards me.

 

This long drive back to San Fierro has given me plenty of time to think but I am tired and feel I should rest before I break the news on how it went to Normando, so I head to cranberry station pick up my car. I drive it back to the apartment complex where I live and go inside almost instantly falling asleep as I sprawl out on the bed.

[D Storted]

Hey guys,

 

I'd like to join up with the Vagos, in the East L.S. b-ball courts (are those the courts in seville boulevard?)

 

Also, I'd like to buy a knife for the Vagos (don't worry, Mark, I'll pay it back )

 

D

 

Edited December 5, 2008 by D Storted

[medion505]

San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 5: Ratus Norvegicus

 

I couldn't sleep, all throughout the night I kept tossing and turning, constantly asking myself who could possibly be working with the Vagos. Having ruled out the possibility of the cops, there was no way they could get an ear inside the pleasure domes, and it was highly unlikely that Hefe and I had been seen by a Vago lookout, since we took a very unconventional route, it all came back to the one possibility. There is a rat inside the Rifa, the question now is who.

 

I cannot say that I know everyone in the San Fierro Rifa, in fact I only know a small handful by name and i'm sure I can vouch for them, I know they are not working against the club. I still can't sleep, d*mn it's 9 'o'clock, I may as well go eat before I go to the pleasure domes and talk to Normando.

 

I get in my deep red stallion and drive, by the time I get to the burgershot drive-through off of the gant bridge freeway I still have no ideas about who it could be. Then a commercial came in over the radio.

 

_______________________________________________________________________________________________

Man 1: Tired of intruders taking a dump on your kitchen bench? Call Executive Intruder Extermination Services

 

Man 2: People were always listening in on the private conversations and dealings I had in the comfort of my own home. When my associates all suddenly ended up in jail I became worried so I called Executive Intruder Extermination Services.

 

Man 1: With our new Bug-Buster3000, you can be assured that your private life will stay private. Just one quick sweep allows you to easily find and eliminate those unwanted transmitters which could be hidden anywhere in your home. Everyone is out to get you, but behind Executive Intruder Extermination Services' 12 foot tall titanium reinforced gates you can sleep soundly.

_________________________________________________________________________________________________

 

Whoever the rat is they can't possibly hear everything, they'll have to have planted bugs allover the pleasure domes, and when we find them we can trace them back to who put them there. I picked up my burger from the window and sped off to tell Normando not only of the problem but possibly a solution.

 

Normando saw me as I entered the club, so he came over and started talking “hey Carneades, my boy, how'd the little job go?”. I started to explain “Not so good, Hefes in hospital, they knew we were coming,” I paused and took him outside then continued “I've gone over every possiblity in my head many times, the only rational explanation is that there is someone in the Rifa who is working for the Vagos”. Normando looked shocked “no, it can't... not in the Rifa,” I stopped him “listen man, I know what you are thinking but it is the only thing that makes sense, however there is a chance we can catch him, the rat most likely planted bugs in the club if we can find those bugs we can trace them back to who put them there”.

 

Normando still lost for words nodded in agreement, shakily he started to speak “I'll get the equiptment, Carneades, keep this just between us two I don't want them to get suspicious and go into hiding, now take today off we'll meet again tomorrow, and get some sleep you look terrible ese”.

[medion505]

San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 6: Repossesed Information

 

I awoke in the crash pad, a room in the pleasure domes where gang members can rest before big missions, a quick look at the clock told me it was eight hours after I had put my head on the pillow. Feeling revived I started walking, and found Normando moving precisely around a room a blinking gadget in his hand, he turned saw me and started talking.

 

“You look a lot more like your usual self, now we can get back to the business at hand, I've found a couple of the transmitters already, I know the guy who makes this type and got the names of any Rifa who had bought them off of him”. He sat down then resumed the conversation “other than me and couple of the liuetenants one name came up, Agnelo Dalia, he hasn't done any big jobs so he hadn't caught the attention of anyone until now, he's tied to a chair in the shooting range, I've got I guy down there who'll get every scrap of information out of him, go down there and watch , maybe you'll learn something”.

 

I open the sound proof doors, walk through and shut them tight behind me, the targets are now looking a lot more daunting, my mind making them look like the Vagos coming at me. I kept walking over towards the rat and his torturer, I could hear them speaking now “do you know what temperature petrol burns at?,” Manuel, the torturer, asked the rat as he put on welder's gloves “if I were to dip this blade into this molotov cocktail here and light it, it could easily reach temperatures over five hundred degrees celsius”.

 

He agnolaged me then continued “if I were to then put the tip of this knife into your shoulder, it would easily cut through the muscles and nerves, searing the flesh as it entered, cauterising the wound and causing scars that would never heal”. Agnelo began to fidget uneasily in the chair before opening his mouth “alright man, i'll talk just don't cut me up,” Manuel offered me a chair and I sat, ready to listen to every word “a couple of months ago I developed a drug problem and was up to my neck in debt, a man approached me at my house and offered me money, all I had to do was put a couple of bugs in the club”. I asked for the man's name but Agnleo shook his head “he never told me his name, and I never got a good look at him, he was always standing in the shadows, but I can say this, he wasn't a vago, he was white”.

 

Manuel started talking “is there anyway you can contact him,” once again agnelo shook his head “after the first time I met him the money has been transferred directly into my account I haven't had any contact with him since”. I turned to leave and Normando was there “okay I've heard enough, dispose of him, he has outlived his usefulness” I walked with Normando outside and he continued talking “that's one problem dealt with, but I have to wonder just who the white man is and why he wants to feed the Vagos information from our gang”. “Questions for another day I guess Carneades, I want you to go to the car dealership across from Pier 69, call me when you get there”.

[Rucke]

Where is Build Up Your Gang? We want our money man.

[spdrlfc]

i would like to join forelli brothers ocean beach hotel thanks also could i buy a knife.

 

forelli brothers

ocean beach hotel

Chapter 1: beat em' up!

 

it was a quiet saturday and furma forelli (sonny forelli's nephew and latest capo) took a drag from his cigerette whilst laughing at just the 5 of us when his cell phone rang, "oh sh*t not again" he thought he answered

 

sonnny: hello fuma?

fuma:yeh

sonny:no time to explain just get your bat and beat up the federal agents in the cafe next door they are spies and we need to put our point across, hurt nobody but them got it?

funma: yeh sure bu

sonny:ok bye

 

"sh*t why cant i have just one normal day" he grabbed the bat what was next to the fish tank and rushed next door to the cafe. The spies were visable he was ready, "sonny forelli remember the name!" "what?" exclaimed mr F he knocked him out with one swing of the bat when mr.U approached him with a knife "take this bitch" said fuma kicking him in the stomach then striking him in the back of the head with a bat he knocked him down,he picked up the knife and put it in his waistband.

 

fuma heared approaching sirens and ran outside and got in his forelli excess and rushed down the road to the malibu "great lost them dumbsh*ts!" he turned up VRock and sped off into the distance.

[Build Up Your Gang]

Wow, thanks for keeping this topic alive everyone! Keep up the good work.

 

Sorry there hasn't been any staff activity. I (mark-2007) have been disconnected from the internet since the 1st, and Lochie has been on holiday. Dunno about the other staff members.

 

Right, now to sort everything out...

 

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marlord911

Grove Street Families

5th (15th) story

$39

$3397 + $39 = $3436

Multiple of five bonus

$100

$3436 + $100 = $3536

Car Dealership purchased

$2550

$3536 - $2550 = $986

Salesman purchased

$650

$986 - $650 = $336

Fantastic read. I think you’ve really developed as a writer since your first story for the Bikers (I think it was for them?). Keep up the good work, you have a great storyline flowing here.

 

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WelcomeToLibertyCity

Leone Family Mafia

9th story

$32

$3359 + $32 = $3,381

I like it, but the dialogue gets mixed up in your paragraphs, try to employ the "new speaker, new line" method a bit more.

 

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Medion505

San Fierro Rifa

Third story

$29

$61 + $29 = $90

Fourth story

$25

$90 + $25 = $115

Fifth story

$27

$115 + $27 = $142

Multiple of five bonus

$100

$142 + $100 = $242

They were good in parts. You need the action of the first combined with the description of the second. The dialogue needs fixing though. Check out the Writer’s Guide and see the tips on how to punctuate your dialogue.

 

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SomeMark

Grove Street Families

1st story

$8

$336 + $8 = $344

Extremely short. Originally I wasn't going to rate this but then changed my mind.

 

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Rucke

Sindacco Family

1st story

$19

$90 + $19 = $109

Extremely short. Please read the writers guide on the front page.

 

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iamanevilbastard

Varrio Los Aztecas

5th story

$35

$268 + $35 = $303

Multiple of five bonus

$100

$303 + $100 = $403

Knife purchased

$7

$403 - $7 = $396

Molotovs purchased

$5

$396 - $5 = $391

Very good and interesting.

 

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spdrlfc

Forelli Brothers

Added to Ocean Beach Hotel

1st story

$14

$207 + $14 = $221

Knife purchased

$7

$221 - $7 = $214

You really need to work on formatting and grammar, read the writers guide on the first page to get a general gist on what we expect from when you post a story here.

 

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D Storted

Los Santos Vagos

Added to East Los Santos

Knife purchased

$7

$1401 - $7 = $1394

Woah, great to have you back mate! And no, the East Los Santos courts are the ones to the south of those pyramid-like structures. Know what ones I mean? Anyways, welcome aboard!

 

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News just in...

 

With the President's recent announcement on stepping up the war on organised crime, a huge raid across the country has began.

 

A gang of Vietnamese immigrants, known as the Da Nang Boys due to the city they originate from, have been subject to the raids, but Police only came away with $39. A San Fierro street gang composed of mostly Mexican immigrants known as the Rifa were also targeted by authorities and money was confiscated. The swoop was deemed a failure, with only $12 found on the Rifa members in question. San Fierro is believed to be a relatively safe area in terms of gang activity.

 

Also in the state of San Andreas, an organisation of criminals hailing from Russia have been the targets of a Police swoop. Police, however, found no incriminating evidence, and the suspects were allowed to leave with no further questioning. Also in Los Santos, three black males were arrested, believed to be members of a street gang known as the Grove Street Families. Police released them after several hours of question and didn't press charges. Their rival gang, The Ballas, were also targeted by raids but no action was taken against members after several raids brought up no trace of illegal activity. Authorities remain on their guard in the city of Los Santos.

 

On the east coast, Liberty City's Japanese population has been the focus of the raids. The Yakuza gang suspects were confiscated of $157. Several Jamaican males were arrested in Bedford Point late last night. The gang, known as The Yardies, were stripped of only $74. Several Italian-American citizens' house in the Portland region were raided and the men arrested. Despite resisiting arrest and behaving peculiarly, the men were released after questioning and no action was taken. Four Hispanic youths were arrested in the Hepburn Heights district, but, despite suspicion over drug activity, only $6 was taken from one of the males. On the opposite side of Liberty City in Shoreside Vale, a vehicle was stopped in Wichita Gardens and the occupants brought in for questioning. The vehicle, a 1999 Idaho, was confiscated after a quick check proved that it was stolen.

 

Down in Florida, a street gang known as The Sharks have been witness to a raid and a baseball bat, believed to have been used in a murder, was confiscated. Further arrests are in the works. Haitian immigrants residing in the same city have been subjected to raids after several drug deals were traced back to a gang of the Caribbean men. No drugs were found, however, and the suspects were released. A number of Italian-Americans were arrested in a hotel in Vice City, which was believed to be a front. The men, thought to be members of the Forelli Brothers gang, were brought in for Police questioning and later released after no results.

 

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Grove Street Families

+ $150 from their Car Dealership

$494

 

Los Santos Vagos

+ $80 from their Crack Den

$1,474

 

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Man, that took aaages. Anyways, keep up the good work chaps.

 

rated and updated by mark-2007

Edited December 7, 2008 by Build Up Your Gang

[SomeMark]

I'd like to switch to the Forelli Brothers at the Malibu Club

[medion505]

i think that one of my stories didn't get rated

[skarface1013]

I think a BUYG should eventually set up shop in the GTA 4 section, just an idea because there are many gangs, all of which are new. Anyway I might join a gang eventually and start writing, I'm still debating who so just give me a little time.

 

These stories are great btw!

[Rhoda]

 

We already have one in the IV section, way ahead of you buddy.

[skarface1013]

Oh sweet! I'll check it out

[mark-2007]

Still join up here though!

 

I've got a bunch of ideas floating round, but, with exams coming up in January, they'll probably not be done untilafter then. I'll try get some work in on them between revision or something.

 

Everyone else, keep the stories flowing.

[Build Up Your Gang]

SomeMark

 

Okay, moved.

 

medion505

 

Sorry about that! The staff will be careful next time.

 

6th chapter: It's alright but you still have some mistakes to fix up. $30. PM me (radicell) if you want details.

[medion505]

I'd like to buy a Burrito for the Rifa

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San Fierro Rifa

The Pleasure Domes Club

Chapter 7: I'd like a Burrito, Extra Large

 

Sitting in my stallion I watch the car dealership. Fairly respectable looking people walking in, unaware of the sharks lurking just out of sight, once there is no chance of escape they swarm in, blinding them with gimmicks and flashy lights. Their money soon forfeited for a car which is worth a third of what just got paid, those poor souls.

 

I get out my phone and call Normando “yeah man, i'm in position what do you have planned?”. In the background I can hear heavy machinary “there should be a couple of Rifa closing in on your position, when they get there head around the back of the dealership, they have some of the less flashy cars on display there, get into a Burrito and drive it back here, if the cops start to pursue you follow the other guys' leads”. A shrill scream can be heard “Normando where are you?” I ask “never you mind, just focus on the task at hand”.

 

A stallion comes to rest next to my own and out hop three unfamiliar faces sporting cyan bandannas, the symbol of the Rifa. I join them as they start to walk around to the back of the place, the guys look at me one of them hands me a modified radio “here take this it picks up the police banter, I'll distract the salesman then you get into those burritos and drive, try not to destroy them completely we need them for an upcoming mission and there is only so much the grease monkeys can do”.

 

Me and the other two rifa stand and watch as the salesman gets distracted, we are not the only ones watching, a couple of asian men in black suits survey the scene from an appartment in a nearby building. “That's the signal, let's move it,” one guy whispered before rushing in, with me and the other guy not far behind. This is too easy the doors are wide open, I get into the nearest burrito, and the keys are in the ignition, I start the car and floor it, hearing the engine start the salesman turns and starts to run after me before he ended up face-first on the ground thanks to a a shot from fired from a colt .45 behind him.

 

The others follow suit with the man who did the distracting also taking a van, I drive west for a bit, the others taking different paths back to the club, before sirens start to blare in front of me. I had better lose the heat before I take this to the club, at a fork in the road I turn left and then drive south the cops hot on my tail. I keep one hand on the wheel as I pull out a molotov cocktail, light it and chuck it out the window, that aught to slow them down a little, I had thought wrong they drive directly through the flames barely agnolaging its existance. I take a left turn and end up at windy, windy, windy, windy street, cops come charging at me from both left and right my only chance is to navigate the terrible road, and with no intention of slowing down I speed through the turns, a couple of the cop cars flipping over and blocking the path behind me.

 

I take a right followed by a sharp left, I pass the zombotech building and the cops are back and quickly gaining on me. One of them has pulled alongside and is ramming me, he is leveling his gun at my head when a message comes over the radio to cease the chase and let the men in the vans drive off safely, the cop puts his foot hard on his brakes allowing me to speed away and get the burrito back to the Pleasure Domes in one piece.

 

I get out and see my car parked in the lot, not questioning how it got there I drive down to Doherty and enter my appartment for a well earned rest. With my last thoughts before drifting off being who would want to stop the cops from arresting us and to what ends?

[trr1234]

Leone Family Mafia: Salvatore's Mansion Prologue

 

My name is Emerson Pantoliano III and I work for the Leone family. Ive worked for them for about three years now. I am now working on becoming a made man. Its not easy but I think I can do it. I have a job driving around Leone Don, Salvatore. He pays me good but I want more than just to drive him around. Today was the day that it changed.

 

"Emerson my boy I have a job for you to do." said Salvatore.

 

"What is it Mr. Leone?" I asked.

 

"I want you to set a bomb on a Forelli capo's car. His name is Vinnie Colombo. Take these Satchel Charges and place them under his car. Its a red Huntley." said Salvatore handing me a backpack full of Satchel Charges. "If there is any problems take out anybody that tries to stop you with this. Salvatore walks over to his closet in the back and brings out a Uzi 9mm and hands it to me.

 

I take the satchel charges and Uzi and get into my Leone Sentinel. I arrive at Marco's Bistro and see Vinnie's red Huntley. No one is around and I get to work. I place three Satchel Charges under is car. After I am done I get up and get back into my car and park across the street. About three minutes later I see Vinnie and Three Forelli members get into the car. I take out the denator and trigger the satchel charges. Vinnie's car burst out in a fire inferno and I speed away back to Salvatore's Mansion. I park outside and walk into his house. I see Salvatore and Toni Cipirani talking and I walk over to them.

 

"So how did you do Emerson?" asked Salvatore.

 

"I did what you told me to do boss, Vinnie is now in hell as we speak." I said.

 

"I like that, good job. For this great act you have done for me, you are going to be made." said Salvatore.

 

"Thank you Mr. Leone, I wont let you down." I said kissing Salvatore hand.

 

To Be Continue.