Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

June 19, 2010

Might I have someone to rate my two chapters? Plus, donkeyfunker, you can write other chapters too if you want.

P.S. I am nearly about to complete the special gang for the staff members.

Edited June 19, 2010 by Landstalker

June 19, 2010

The new "gang" for BUYSAG staff is out. Since the gang is a corporation and makes all the money and cars, etc... in San Andreas state, they have everything and infinite money. The can post bounties or anything like that. This is not a gang that you can write stories for though.

If you are a normal writer, you must then pay $50 000. If you want to join naturally.

Edited June 19, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

June 19, 2010

Might I have someone to rate my two chapters? Plus, donkeyfunker, you can write other chapters too if you want.

P.S. I am nearly about to complete the special gang for the staff members.

Oh, I assumed the old rule of "one story a day" applied here too. I'll probably put another one up soon then, thanks.

Edit: Here it is. I'd like to buy a Tec-9 and Desert Eagle for GSF.

Chapter 3: Drive-by Gone Wrong

I rode through the crowded and congested streets of East LS, heading for Ganton so I can show I'm a true Grove. But first, I needed to get to my house so I can clean up and change into some green. I thought killing my first Ballas would make me feel sick to my stomach, but I'm actually taking it pretty well. I finally reached the bridge, and took the bandana off, and headed for home, relieved to finally be back on my own turf once again. I entered my cluttered house, and immediately went to the bathroom to clean the blood off, then changed into some green. I kept the knife, knowing Jerome he'll want to go 'Balla hunting', or something like that. I headed straight for the gym, since Rashean and Deion work out there all the time. I nearly reached the gym when Jerome's car pulled up on the curb.

"Yo' Pat, finished killin' the Ballas already?" Jerome asked, his mouth full of the leftover pizza.

"Yeah, here's the rags, look at all the money I scored off of them," I said, pulling out a roll of bills.

Rashean leaned over the seat to see the rags, then turned to me, "Damn Pat, I guess you really are GSF worthy, you're a cold-blooded killer, you crazy murderer you." I didn't like being called a crazy murderer, but there's no arguing it, I really may be one now.

"Hop in the back, Pat, we got some Vagos to kill!" Jerome yelled out.

"Vagos? I thought you only cared about Ballas," I said.

"I don't care about either of 'em, but this Vago f*cker named Marco crossed me up on a drug deal, I don't tolerate sh*t like that. I got some info on his whereabouts, turns out he's gonna be doing a drug deal soon, in Los Floors or whatever you call it, we're gonna take him out," Jerome informed. He pulled back on the street, and I was pretty excited.

"But Jerome, I thought you didn't do drugs," Deion said.

"Deion, you're young so I'll let you off the hook, but how the f*ck do you think I make my living?" Jerome asked.

"You told me drugs were bad and I thought you were a newspaper boy," Deion said.

"You were just a kid, what was I suppose to say? You're almost an adult now, so now you know. But I don't deal that often, and I should have known that f*cking Vago would cross me, that b*tch, that as*hole, that son of a..."

I interrupted Jerome to calm him down, "Okay, we got it, man. You made your point."

"You're right Pat. Look, the Vago is just a couple blocks away, so get ready, alright?" Jerome said.

"What weapon you gonna use?" I asked.

"Oh, Patrick, don't worry about me," Jerome said opening the glove box and laughing maniacally. He pulled out a Tec-9, fully loaded and everything. I knew right then we're getting into something much more than a simple mugging. Looks like it could be my first drive-by.

"Well, what is Rashean gonna use?" I asked.

"Rashean is taken care of as well, don't worry," Jerome said as Rashean pulled out a Desert Eagle.

"Listen, you and Deion just sit back and let the pros do the work, we'll leave one of them so you guys can finish him off," Rashean said. We pulled into a parking lot about 50 yards out from the drug deal, Jerome pulled out his binoculars to see better, and the look on his face wasn't good.

"Sh*t, they're dealing with... the Russian Mafia?" Jerome said with a worried tone. "Listen up guys, you don't want to f*ck with those guys, they've got AK's and sh*t. Let's wait until they leave, then we'll hit a drive-by and finish the Vago once and for all," Jerome informed. He picked up his Tec-9, and started to mumble to himself, "I can't wait to see the bullet go through that f*cker's head, see the blood splatter everywhere, that'll show them not to mess with me." The Mafia started to leave in their Banshees, and Jerome started to pull out, I was worried about how much damage he was gonna cause.

We headed to the spot, and as we pulled up for the drive-by, we were shocked at what we saw, 10 or so Vagos, and only four of us. Jerome accidentally fired a shot, and before we knew it, we were surrounded by bullets everywhere.

"F*ck, we're screwed, run like hell!" Jerome yelled out. He couldn't drive off because the tires were popped, so we bailed and ran for our lives. Suddenly, the bullets stopped. We were escaping! Until I heard one final shot. I prayed it didn't hit me, but then a pain shot straight through my leg, the burning sensation causing me to collapse right to the ground. I knew this was it as a cold hand grabbed my arm, and picked me up. They talked in Spanish, until they switched to English.

"You wanna tie the guy up and throw him in the river?" one Vago suggested.

"How about we scalp him, and cut off his cojones!," another one said. I turned my head to see if the other guys were coming back, but I didn't see anything, they probably ran off and left me to die.

They threw me against the back of a building, and then I felt a horrible burning feeling as a Vago put out his cigarette on my arm. Then I heard the sound of a Vago loading his gun, and I figured they were just gonna execute me right there. They started to only talk in Spanish, which sucked because I didn't know when they were gonna kill me. Suddenly, I heard a Hispanic voice yelling out, and the voice got louder. I turned my barely conscious body over so I could see who the man was, it was the Vago that I nearly killed earlier that day, his ribs taped up from the baseball bat to the back he took from Rashean. He talked to the rest of them in Spanish, I guess he just wants payback, so it's probably gonna hurt more now.

After about three minutes of talking, I had no idea what they were gonna do to me. I noticed one taking off his belt, and then they took my shirt off. The guy really didn't whip too hard, then this fatter Vago grabbed it, it hurt almost as bad as the gunshot. After a few more whips, they started putting their cigarettes out on my bare skin, followed by extremely hard punches to the gut. Then they grabbed some knives and gave me some bad cuts. Finally, the Vago I had met earlier picked me up and took me to his car as I lost consciousness. I had no idea where I'd wake up, or if I'd even wake up at all.

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Edited June 20, 2010 by donkeyfunker

June 20, 2010

Chapter 6: Hidden Agendas

As the sky-blue Buffalo pulled onto the Los Santos Freeway, the atmosphere inside the vehicle’s interior was growing tenser with every passing second. Andrei, at the wheel, followed the instructions of the man who had served under him, whose hand he had shaken warmly, and who currently aimed an AK-47 directly at him. The wielder of the AK-47, a man whose last name Andrei could not recall, could only be known as Filippo. Filippo wore a black suit, as well as dark, anti-flash sunglasses. Andrei could normally read anyone’s face within a second, but Filippo’s forward, unwavering stare, and the simple manner in which he went about this situation left Andrei stymied.

He tried resorting to the talkative hostage act. “So tell me, Filippo, who are you working for? I’m guessing it’s one of the Mafia families, but — ”

“Shut up, Andrei.” Filippo uttered these words tersely, crisply, in a condescending tone that Andrei wasn’t used to, and didn’t like at all.

In the backseat, Andrei’s fellow hostage and underling, Emil, groaned in pain. The short Russian clutched at his wound, but Filippo ignored this. He simply stared forwards, still aiming the gun at Andrei. He uttered directions every now and then, but aside from that, he didn’t speak at all. He held the AK-47 flimsily, languidly. Andrei considered making a play for it.

They were on the freeway now, headed north in the direction of Las Venturas. All of a sudden, Filippo’s cell phone rang. He picked it up and talked silently, almost whispering. Andrei could barely make out the words he spoke.

“Yes… I am bringing him, now… No, he won’t be a problem… Yes, sir… No, the other one is injured, and I cuffed him just to be safe… Yes, sir… I understand… No, sir, I won’t be taking any chances… Yes, sir…”

Filippo hung up the phone and put it away. Andrei noticed that Filippo had kept an eye on the gun and on Andrei the whole time, and now that the phone call was over, he ventured, “So who was that on the phone?”

“Get off the freeway here.”

The rest of the drive continued in silence, except for the directions from Filippo and the groans from Emil. Andrei’s mind began to wonder. He was sure that Filippo was an insider for one of the Italian Mafia families, given his mixed nationality and the fact that they were heading to Las Venturas. Only the Mafia could thrive in a city where casinos and nightlife were the key to criminal success.

So, that begged the question: which family? And why did they want him, the leader of a Russian group that seemed small and petty in comparison to the Italian Mafia? Andrei was sure that if they wanted him dead, he’d be dead by now. So what was the purpose of planting a mole in his gang, and kidnapping him like this?

“Stop the car, here.” Filippo’s sudden words caught Andrei by surprise, and he didn’t catch what he said. “STOP THE CAR!”

Andrei hastily pulled over, and Filippo used the AK-47 to force Andrei out of the car. Andrei looked around, and found himself parked in the front lot of what seemed like a large factory. He didn’t see any casinos in the neighboring area, so he assumed that he was in the industrial sector of the city. Then, he noticed two menacing men — one decidedly taller than the other — coming out of the building. They had dark hair and beards, and were had cigarettes in their mouth. Obviously, Andrei was right: the Italian Mafia wanted him.

Without hesitation, the shorter one of the men approached Andrei and punched him hard in the face. “You’ll be coming with us.” The other man produced a rag, and circled around Andrei. Andrei considered pulling a trick and getting out of there, but he saw that Filippo still had the AK-47 pointed at him. Furthermore, there was Emil to think about, and if Andrei fled, Emil would certainly be doomed.

So he decided to see what was in store for him. Except he couldn’t quite see, as the large man had blindfolded him with the rag. The rag had a rancorous smell to it, and Andrei cringed as its odor crept up his nose. As soon as the blindfold was bound tightly, he felt the two men march him forwards, into the building. The cool air-conditioning made Andrei feel a little more comfortable, but in addition to the rag’s pungent smell, Andrei also sniffed the distinct odor of raw meat.

Andrei felt himself being marched down a couple of corridors, and then into a room where the air-conditioning was much colder and louder. The meat smell was also stronger. Then, he heard a creaking noise — the noise that is made when a heavy door is opened — and then he was pushed forwards.

He stumbled, and fell… and kept on falling. It was as if they had pushed him into an abyss. The air-conditioning was gone, and it felt hot and cramped. Andrei landed on a mattress, which cushioned his fall, albeit poorly — he still felt some of his fingers break as he landed awkwardly on them.

Screaming out in pain, Andrei saw light fill his eyes after a couple of seconds. A tall Italian man in his 50s with a goatee stared into his eyes. “Who… who are you, you sick son of a bitch?”

Out of nowhere, another man appeared. He grabbed Andrei by the neck, and took his broken fingers in his hand. Then, he twisted them, making Andrei shriek in pain once again. “You will address Mr. Sindacco as Mr. Sindacco, you understand?”

Andrei’s howls were interpreted as a “yes,” and the lackey let go of his fingers. Mr. Sindacco then spoke. “Good day, my friend. Let me be crisp about this, let me tell you why you’re here. You see, the Sindacco Family thinks that San Andreas is a state of extreme potency. When our people arrived, we first set up a small base here in Las Venturas, because my son lives here.”

“But Venturas was already controlled by another Mafia family — the Leones. Our paths have crossed in the past, and we intended to avoid contact with them, at all costs. We sent men to San Fierro, where we discovered that the Triads had an almost dominant foothold — one that would be incredibly difficult to break.”

“So we looked at Los Santos. We discovered that the most influential ones on the streets of Los Santos were hoodlums and drug pushers. We saw our opportunity. It wasn’t an easy chance, but it was a golden one.”

“We had everything planned out, my friend. We were ready to move in and establish a base in Ocean Docks, Commerce, and Verona Beach. But the day before we were scheduled to go, you arrived. With your Russian goons, you claimed Ocean Docks.”

“We observed your actions for the following days, and we were impressed by the methodical way you went about things. Not bad at all.”

Andrei spat on the ground, interrupting Mr. Sindacco’s self-promoting speech. “So why don’t you just kill me, now.”

“I’m glad you asked, actually, because I lied. The point of this ‘meeting’, you see, was not to harm you and your gang. Your gang was what brought our attention upon you. The reason we need you, in fact, it has less to do with your underlings, than to do with you superiors.”

Andrei’s eyes widened.

“That’s right, Andrei. Everyone has a boss, and I’m interested in tracking down yours. He’s proven to be very dangerous, yet elusive, but we know that you are one of his most trusted deputies. So now, you’ll be the one that leads me to him.”

word count: 1298

June 20, 2010

Chapter 7: Mr. Berkov

“That’s right, Andrei. Everyone has a boss, and I’m interested in tracking down yours. He’s proven to be very dangerous, yet elusive, but we know that you are one of his most trusted deputies. So now, you’ll be the one that leads me to him.”

As Andrei wondered how on earth this man knew of his boss, he flashed back to the last time he had seen him. It was a sunny day, seven years ago in El Paso, New Mexico…

"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 Berkov here the money."

A young Hispanic man named Fernando stepped forward. He fished ten wads of cash, worth 10000 dollars each, from his briefcase, and raised his hand in my direction. "This was the price we agreed on." Berkov reached forward and took the money, not taking his eyes off it. He passed the money to his left, where a young Andrei took it and began counting.

A strange vroom was heard, a faint sound that echoed through the trees. The Mexican men heard it too, and muttered to each other strangely in Spanish. Pedestrians never drive up that trail, Andrei thought. Turning back to the fat Mexican leader, Berkov told him, "I think we are done here." He began to walk back towards the trucks, which were parked near the entrance to the clearing, behind some trees. Berkov’s lackeys began to follow him, and Andrei jogged quickly behind them.

He reported the results of my counting to Mr. Berkov. "Exactly 100 grand, sir." A grin spread across his face, and he said with delight, "Our friends will be proud. Thanks for doing your job well today, Andrei.”

Andrei lowered my head, and did my best to fight off a joyous grin. “All I did was count the money, sir.”

Bang! A shot rang out. One of the lackeys, Goran, 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 Goran, so it would be towards the entrance of the clearing — there, the enclosed area where some of the Mexicans’ trucks were parked, that had to be it.

"Mexican bastards!" Berkov yelled. The fat Mexican leader turned to us, 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? Berkov signaled for Andrei to follow him, and for two other men to stay with the injured Goran. Towards the Mexican trucks they ran, but stopped when they came within ten feet of it, because that's when Andrei 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 the direction of Berkov and Andrei.

Andrei knocked Berkov to the ground, pouncing on him to protect him from any bullets. Then, they rolled on the ground and reached for their guns. Andrei couldn't recall what he had brought to the drug deal; he hoped that his trusted Desert Eagle would be there. Unfortunately, he felt the shape of a silenced pistol instead. Useful for stealth missions, he thought. Utterly useless for situations like this.

Andrei took aim and fired a couple of rounds from his silenced pistol. They pinged off the bonnet of the car, not doing any damage. Then, to his horror, the enemy popped out of his cover and fired directly at Goran and the two other Russians who were trying to help him. The two other Russians were immediately downed with headshots, and Goran took another bullet, this time to the stomach.

The day was going horribly. Many of the Mexicans had been hit as well. They yelped in pain, but the bullets kept on coming. The shooter obviously had at least two accomplices with him. Andrei decided to take matters into his own hands. Propping himself against the other side of the car bonnet, he waited until the shooter was reloading. When he heard the gunfire stop and the click noise of a new magazine being loaded, he stood up, towering over the shooter, who glanced upwards in surprise. He knew that he had one second to act.

Fwip! Fwip! Fwip! Andrei fired three shots. Despite making almost no sound, the enemy shooter fell, having taken three shots to the head. But at that moment, Andrei saw another man jump out into the clearing, with an MP5 just like the first enemy’s. He immediately lowered himself back into cover, and the second shooter’s bullets flew into the hood of the car instead.

Berkov, who had been lying on the ground, got to his feet. He nodded at Andrei in gratitude for protecting him from the first shooter’s gunfire. Unperturbed by the fact that all of his team, but him and Andrei, had been killed, Berkov whipped out a customized MP5 of his own, ready to battle with the intruders.

A third enemy had joined the second one, and they began to circle around the truck which Andrei and Berkov were using as cover. In order not to get cornered, they both decided to pop out of cover and take the hostiles out at point-blank range.

On Berkov’s silent count of three, they both sprung out from cover, guns blazing. Fortunately for him, Andrei’s man was slow to react and took all the bullets to his chest. But Berkov’s man was a much more proficient gunner, and for a split second, he looked Berkov in the eye before they fired at the exact same time.

Berkov’s bullets hit the man in the face, while he himself suffered two bullets to the abdomen. He clutched at his wound, groaning in pain. Andrei immediately rushed over. “Mr. Berkov, we have to get you to a hospital!”

“No, don’t…”

“But you’re bleeding heavily, and if we don’t go to a hospital, now — ”

“Listen, Andrei. Those people weren’t after the money, they were after me. They wanted me dead. And they’ll keep coming after me… even if I go to a hospital and get fixed up, this will just happen again.”

“So, what do we do?”

“I’m going into hiding. Thanks for all you’ve done, Andrei, and you can keep the 100 grand from today’s deal. I need you to do one last thing, though. I need you to drive me northeast; a close friend of mine has a ranch in a small town, where I’ll stay for a while.”

“Will it be safe?”

“Yes, completely. Now, get the money, and help me into the truck.”

Their trip had taken a total of four hours, most of which was covered in silence. Midway through the trip, Andrei had tried asking about Berkov’s plans, but he answered, “Look, Andrei, the less you know about where I will be going, the better for you. The safer it will be. I might even decide to contact you in a few years. I hope that when that happens, I won’t have to look for you and find you buried in a grave.”

When they arrived at their destination, Berkov made Andrei drop him off in the center of the town, saying that “he’ll walk the rest of the way.” Obviously, he didn’t want Andrei seeing the place to which he was headed. Berkov left the car without a word, and walked away without looking back.

Mr. Sindacco’s sinister eyes glared down at the pensive Andrei. “You know where he is, don’t you?”

“No, I swear, I haven’t seen him in seven years.”

“Yet, we know that you were in contact with him just two weeks ago.” He held up a black tape player, and pushed a small button. The voice of Berkov came up, and Andrei recalled this conversation, one that he had received in surprise one afternoon.

Andrei had been lying on a recliner on the deck of the swimming pool in his backyard on Starfish Island. The sun was shining brightly, and Andrei was about to jump in for a swim when his cell phone house phone rang. He went inside, and picked up the phone.

“Good morning, who is this?”

“Hello, Andrei.”

Andrei gasped at the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard in seven years. “Mr. Berkov…”

Berkov let out a hearty laugh, yet the tone got serious as he continued. “Listen, Andrei. There’s no time to waste. I’m in San Andreas right now.”

“San Andreas? So, you’re back out of hiding?”

“Not quite. But I have you to thank that I am still alive today. So, I’m presenting you with a little opportunity.”

“An opportunity? Well, I’m quite content living in Vice City right now, but…”

“Andrei, I’m telling you, San Andreas has the potential to make billions for you! Anyone who has a hold in the state’s criminal underworld can make a name for themselves, and then the cash comes piling in.”

“And how are we going to do that if you’re still in hiding?”

“Not we, Andrei. You will be in charge. Look, the Triads, the Italian Mafia, they’re the big ones here. How can the Russian Mafia miss out? I want you to grab as many associates as you can and head over here. I’ve called for our friends at St. Petersburg to send over some men too. They’ll be arriving in about a week, so I want you set up by then. What do you say, Andrei?”

Standing there in his swim trunks, Andrei gave it some thought and replied, “Why the hell not.”

The tape came to an end, and Sindacco towered over Andrei, grinning. “Granted, he’s not really your boss, but he’s the one who brought you here. Now, we need you to — ”

“If you know he’s here in San Andreas, why do you need me? Just go get him!”

“We do know he’s here. We also know his phone numbers and credit card numbers. But the problem is that he rarely answers his phone. But we both know, Andrei, that if you called him, he would pick up without hesitation.” Andrei looked up, realizing that Sindacco was right.

“So that’s why we need you to call him — and find out where in goddamn San Andreas he is.”

word count: 1778

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 3076

June 20, 2010

Congratulation to Kaizer chief who won a free pack of 10 000 Pills of Ecstasy.

As a second thought, since donkeyfunker is the only other participant, I will give him a participation price. He win a free Strip Club (including a stripper) plus $111.

Stories are to be rated by someone else than me. I will not rate until I get my two chapters rated. The changes, for donkeyfunker (purchases, business and the cash) and Kaizer Chief with your free pack of drug were made. Only the cash for the chapters need to be added to the gangs.

~Cheers, Landstalker~

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donkeyfunker~ Good chapter. I liked how it was long and no errors apart for Los Flores wich you spelled Los Floors. There are numbers wich you should wrote in letters. The last few lines makes me want to see the next chapter.

Since you were able to make a chapter of 1172 words, I upgrape it to your average chapter "shape".

For an amazing chapter, I, BUYSAG, will give you $49. Make good use of it.

Kaizer Chief~ Your chapter six contains no errors. Since you made it a 1298-word chapter, I now upgrape it as your average chapter length.

$45 for this one

Kaizer Chief~ Your chapter seven some errors.

He's proven to be very dangerous

We don't say: He is proven. It should be "He's proved".

He fished ten wads of cash, worth 10000 dollars each,

It should be: "He fished ten wads of cash, worth ten thousand dollars each,"

"Exactly 100 grand, sir."

It should be: ""Exactly one hundred grand, sir.""

$40 is your reward for this chapter.

~Cheers, again from, Landstalker~

Edited June 20, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

June 20, 2010

Can I have my two chapters rated?

P.S. If I understood your chapter Kaizer Chief, you're selling the 10 000 Pills of ecstasy?

June 20, 2010

Kaizer Chief~ Your chapter seven some errors.

He's proven to be very dangerous

We don't say: He is proven. It should be "He's proved".

He fished ten wads of cash, worth 10000 dollars each,

It should be: "He fished ten wads of cash, worth ten thousand dollars each,"

"Exactly 100 grand, sir."

It should be: ""Exactly one hundred grand, sir.""

$40 is your reward for this chapter.

~Cheers, again from, Landstalker~

You know actually, I think "he's proven" is right. It's a contraction of "he has proven". Now if I wrote "he proven" then that would be wrong... it should be "he proved". When using an auxiliary verb (in this case, "to have"), using the past participle is right. For example we'd say "he's gone to the mall" instead of "he's went to the mall".

And as for the numbers, well I was taught that numbers less than / equal to 10 should be written out (i.e., one, two, etc.) while numbers greater than 10 should be written as they are.

But oh well, since I got my 10000 pills, I won't complain too much.

June 20, 2010

Sorry. I didn't took my coffee this morning.

P.S. Can you rate my two chapters?

Edited June 20, 2010 by Landstalker

June 20, 2010

Ratings:

Landstalker Chapter 2

An interesting plot, although there are some spelling errors and grammar inconsistencies scattered here and there. But overall, a solid story with quite well-developed ideas. $42 for this chapter.

Landstalker Chapter 3

Also a decent chapter, although you should try to vary your sentence structure. What I mean by this is; in your current chapters it's all simple sentences: We went here. She did this. I fired my gun. A car pulled up. Enemies shot at us. I used grenades. etc. For this chapter, I'll give you $38.

Also, my (Kaizer Chief's) last chapter wasn't intended to sell the 10000 pills; the drug deal I wrote about was a flashback.

In addition, some of the drug prices have been altered. Buying drugs is now a more lucrative business for gangs to partake in.

Ratings and news brought to you by Kaizer Chief.

June 20, 2010

Thanks a lot. Take some

P.S. Can someone tell me why the main post is messed up?

June 20, 2010

Alright nice to see this thing going active. I was thinking of making a BUYG with all of the Red Dead Redemption gangs called Build Up Your Posse. What do you guys think about it?

PS: I'm gonna post two chapters up soon.

June 20, 2010

It seems nice like an idea. But I never played Red Dead Redemption though.

June 20, 2010

P.S. Can someone tell me why the main post is messed up?

I fixed it. And I chose a new location for myself in the BUYSAG Corp.

Also, we haven't been dishing out multiple-of-5 bonuses. I'll dish them out now; I think I (Kaizer Chief) am the only one to have written 5 stories so far.

June 20, 2010

P.S. Can someone tell me why the main post is messed up?

I fixed it. And I chose a new location for myself in the BUYSAG Corp.

Also, we haven't been dishing out multiple-of-5 bonuses. I'll dish them out now; I think I (Kaizer Chief) am the only one to have written 5 stories so far.

I actually have given you $100 for five stories.

I just didnt mention it. Sorry

June 20, 2010

P.S. Can someone tell me why the main post is messed up?

I fixed it. And I chose a new location for myself in the BUYSAG Corp.

Also, we haven't been dishing out multiple-of-5 bonuses. I'll dish them out now; I think I (Kaizer Chief) am the only one to have written 5 stories so far.

I actually have given you $100 for five stories.

I just didnt mention it. Sorry

Oh. Then please remove $100 from my gang. My mistake.

June 20, 2010

This is my 2nd Rifa chapter. In this chapter I am declaring war on mrpain's Triads.

I'm going to buy some Satchel Charges for $75, for use in this chapter.

San Fierro Rifa @ Cranberry Station

Chapter 2: Explosivo

After the brutal chastisement the previous night, T-Bone pulled up to Cranberry Station in a surprisingly elated mood. I was hanging out next to the Sprunk machines with two of my fellow eses, Santiago and Javier. When T-Bone arrived, we stopped talking and remained silent, expecting to be reprehended once again. But instead, T-Bone said nothing about the angry mood he was in last night.

"Hello, boys."

"Hola," I replied.

"What are you doing?"

Me: "Just chillin'."

Santi: "Drinking Sprunk."

Javier: "Hanging out."

T-Bone: "Right. Well, I just wanted to say that I was sorry for losing my temper last night. And I was thinking, those Triads have wronged us many times now. Since we first got here, we've been living under their shadow."

"What are you suggesting, T-Bone?"

"I'm suggesting," T-Bone said as he placed a Micro SMG into the hands of all three of us, "that we go to war with them."

A moment of silence ensued, where we did nothing but stare at T-Bone in shock. How could he think that a drug-pushing Mexican gang like the Rifas could take down an entire Triad?

Santi and Javier just stared at T-Bone like he was crazy, but I decided to hear him out. "T-Bone, look, we don't even have decent weapons, or enough people, to go to war with the Triads! Who knows, they've probably got a whole army of committed Chinese sons of bitches ready to sacrifice themselves for the Triad. Their society's been up and about for over a hundred years. Declaring war on them, it's not something we do easily!"

T-Bone smiled. "Who said anything about declaring war?"

As we looked on in confusion, T-Bone went back to the Stallion he drove, and popped open the trunk. We all gasped when we saw its contents: the trunk was filled with satchel charges and detonators.

"See, Maxi, I couldn't sleep last night. At first it was because you fat f*cks messed the drug deal up, but then, when I began thinking about going to war with the Triads, the sleeplessness was because of excitement. I planned and schemed, and came up with a brilliant war tactic. And so in the middle of the night, I drove out to the Ammu-Nation and got us these remote explosives."

"That's a lot of firepower, T-Bone..."

"And this is not all. I've talked to everyone already, you guys are the last to know. The plan is this. We'll put on T-shirts and jeans, and we'll ditch the gang clothes. They'll never suspect a thing. We won't drive our Stallions and Blades. If you need to move around quickly, use the cable cars."

We began to see where the plan was going. T-Bone continued, "Everyone will have a large backpack. You can pretend to be whatever you want... an exchange student or a hiker, it doesn't matter. The point is, we'll be moving around Chinatown and Calton Heights, and when nobody's looking, we'll hide a satchel charge in the trees or the bushes or something. Then, at 6pm tonight, we'll reconvene on a rooftop in Downtown to watch Chinatown blow the hell up."

Santi seemed hesitant. "We might end up killing innocent civilians, man..."

T-Bone ignored him. "So hurry up. The backpacks are in the car. I think you could fit ten, maybe twelve charges into one backpack. That means each of you will be responsible for deploying a dozen charges. Plus, everyone else is at work too... everyone who was involved in yesterday's failed deal. We're really going to destroy the Triads this time."

We got into the car, found the backpacks, and loaded them up. T-Bone had a few spare sunglasses, which we used to disguise ourselves as hikers. Then, we all boarded the cable car, which took us uphill into Chinatown.

As the day went by, I found the task extremely easy. On this tranquil Sunday, there were very few Triad members on the streets, so I found plenty of time to hide my satchel charges in alleys, inside Dumpsters, on fire escapes, underneath vehicles. When I did get spotted by Triads, I simply walked past them, and the hiker disguise worked perfectly.

At 5:30, we all went to the building across from the SFPD Headquarters in Downtown, and took the elevator up to the roof. T-Bone met us there, and showed us the magnificent view of Chinatown, which he said "would turn into a fiery hell very soon."

As the clock ticked towards 6, we noticed a slight problem: Lucas hadn't shown up. We contemplated the possibility that he had been captured by the Triads, but T-Bone said that he had given clear orders: no matter what happens, everyone was not to give away the details of the day's operation.

6 o'clock struck, and Lucas was still nowhere to be seen. After much hesitation, T-Bone fished a detonator out of his backpack. We all panicked. "T-Bone, stop! Lucas hasn't returned yet!"

T-Bone stared at us, unwavering. "Then Lucas is weak." He pressed down on the button.

What we witnessed next would haunt me for the rest of my life. A deafening boom rang out. Across Chinatown and Calton Heights, gigantic explosions occurred one after another. Buildings crumbled, and car doors flew. Smoke rose into the air, its stench so strong that we could smell it from afar.

Then the sirens sounded, and the screaming began. We heard distressed Asian men and women crying, howling. We saw the police and medical personnel speed to the scene in their cruisers and ambulances, but what's done had been done. We all walked to the roof access door in silence, with mixed feelings brewing in our hearts. For one, we had certainly weakened the Triads to a very large extent, but at the same time, we were struggling to come to terms with the magnitude of the crime we had just committed.

June 20, 2010

I will be the judge if no one mind's about it.

June 20, 2010

It's war then...

I would like to sell an ounce of Crack Cocaine in this story.

Chapter Four

Crack Wars

At last, me and Jacky finally made it to Las Venturas after the hellhole we went through in San Fierro. We made out way to the Four Dragons Casino to inform Wu Zi Mu of our brilliant idea.

Wu Zi’s personal bodyguard, Kai Lan, was standing right outside his office. He had such an evil grin on his face when he saw how messed up we were. He cheekily said, “Rough night, huh?”

With all the ridiculous gunfights, insane car chases and a f*cking katana, I was pretty tired to give a sh*t, “Wipe that grin of your ugly face, Kai.”

We walked into the office only to find Wu Zi playing mini-golf. For a blind man, it’s amazing for him to do all sorts of things. Car racing, shooting and hell even watching television, Wu Zi was truly a talented man.

He sensed our presence and greeted us, “Good morning Mr.Tan and Mr.Chao. How was your night?”

I was lost for words when I wanted to explain to him our idea, “Our night was well…”

Jacky nudged me in the shoulders and whispered, “Tell him the f*cking plan.”

Unfortunately, Wu Zi hearing was supremely sensitive and heard what Jacky said, “Plan? What plan?”

I cleared my throat and began explaining nervously about the plan, “Alright, the Yakuza are some dirty motherf*ckers right? Well we found cocaine in the dragon statue and we can’t trust them so why not just rip them off and sell the crack for ourselves? Two million is a f*cking joke.”

There was some awkward silence in the office. I waved at Wu Zi to make sure he was still awake but I forgot he was blind. Wu Zi then finally made a sound, a sound of laughter, “Haha, you really thought the Yakuza was giving us two million just for a dragon statue? Of course I knew there was crack inside. Haven’t you heard? The Yakuza has been going to other gangs and offering them two million just for the crack too. It’s utter bullsh*t.”

Me and Jacky appeared dumbfounded. Jacky asked, “So wait, you were planning to rip off the Yakuza all this while?”

Wu Zi simple answered, “Yeah.”

I continued on with another question, “So who are you planning to sell the crack to?”

Wu Zi then got worried, “That’s the problem, and no one wants to buy it. They just want to take it. I have no idea why this crack is so valuable but if we manage to sell it, we can make quite a profit. I figured we could sell it to Varrios.”

I heard about the Varriors Los Aztecas and I didn’t like the decision. But a profit was a profit so I just went along with it, “So we are selling to the Hispanics? Aren’t they in a feud with the Rifas.”

Jacky seemed surprised from what I’ve said, “Since when you started caring?”

From what we had been through in San Fierro, I myself was surprised Jacky asked that to me, “Since when we were busy getting shot by the Da Nang Boys,” I continued on talking with Wu Zi, “What about the Yakuza?”

Wu Zi explained, “Well they won’t be arriving back in Venturas till next week so no problem then. If they come back with revenge in their hearts then we will backfire. Simple?”

Before I could say anything else about how dangerous the Yakuza was, Wu Zi interrupted me, “Oh yeah, the meeting with the Varriors is by the Ammunation not to far from here at 2 o’clock. I want you two to go make the deal and bring Kai with you. He has been protection my ass for far too long.”

We got into Kai’s Stratum and drove nearby to the Ammunation. We saw a couple of Varriors hanging out in the alley smoking some weed. I hid the crack in my pants just in case the cops were around.

Kai made the introduction, “Hey guys, we are here to sell you the crack. Money first, then you get your stuff.”

They didn’t say a word. They just presented us with a small bag of money and we gave the crack. I looked into the bag and it was not a bad sum of profit. At least it was better than the fake two million.

As we were about to leave, a car pulled up in front of us and they slid down the window. The Varriors finally spoke and shouted, “Rifas!”

The Rifas then shot up the two Varriors and I thought they would just drive on leaving us behind. Wow was I wrong when they shouted at us, “How dare you sell them crack!”

Jacky made a run to the car but got shot in the leg. Kai dragged him into cover while I phoned Wu Zi, “Wu, we got trouble.”

Wu Zi didn’t sound so shocked as though he knew what was happening, “I know, I just got off the phone with the Yakuza. Turns out they knew we were ripping them off and hired the Rifas to take us out and deliver the crack to them. Damn the Japanese sounded pissed.”

I was baffled, “Hired the Rifas? How much?”

Wu Zi gave a huge sigh and said, “Apparently the Yakuza are paying them the two million which was supposedly should be ours. Get your asses out of there and come back here.” He then hung up the phone.

I couldn’t believe how dumb the Rifas were. They actually believe the two million was real. We were left stranded with no guns and with the Rifas firing at us. They already injured my friend and I was ready for payback. I actually just wanted to kill them just because on how dumb they were.

I realized we were just beside the Ammunation. I sneaked into the backdoor and stole an AK47 that was in storage. I got out and fired at them. Taking heavy fire, they fled and I bellowed out to them, “You want war! We’ll give you war!”

I told Kai to get help for Jacky while I chased down the Rifas. I got into the Stratum and tailed their car. I couldn’t leave them as I needed to avenge Jacky for his injured leg. And also I wanted to piss off the Yakuza even more.

I sped up to the fullest speed and managed to caught up with them. I was just one guy and they had three guys in the car. I couldn’t care less and just rammed them off the road. They crashed into a gas station blowing them up. I felt satisfied with their deaths.

The satisfaction only lasted for a few seconds when I got a call from Wu Zi, “Hey Lee, things are f*cked. Some of our men got killed in a ruthless explosion back in Chinatown.”

The Rifas definitely had crossed the line, “The f*ckers! Is Tanny okay?”

“Your sister? She’s fine. Thank god she wasn’t there when it happened. We got one of their guys called Lucas. He’s wounded now but if you want to interrogate him…”

I stopped Wu Zi before he could say anything else. For once in my life, I actually had anger in me. The Rifas thought they could just go f*cked with us like a dog. Well they were dead wrong. I told Wu Zi, “Give Lucas to me.”

I hung up, not knowing the evil things I was about to do to Lucas. A Rifa would always be a f*cking Rifa to my eyes, no matter wounded or healthy. The motherf*cker is going to enjoy a whole lot of hell when he meets me.

June 20, 2010

San Andreas

Bone County

Resticted Area - Underground

Unknown Time

Unknown Weather

San Andreas Army

Chapter four: In a cell

Jason Flyll - Underground

Someone entered my room with a M4 and pointed it at me. Djae was lying dead on the ground killed by a silenced 9MM when I inspected her body while the other guy had heard a noise and hided. I was starting to be bored of this game. Those roman numbers, those guys trying to kill me and all the mess that did happened since the last two or three days. The passing persons were three soldiers who, when they saw me and her lying on the ground entered the piece for them to have their days ended. The noise attracted other guards on patrol duty. They made the same fatal error than the three other guys. This maniac was greatly trained since all his bullets were getting and exiting the heads of his victims at the same place for each of them. The two other soldiers who were in the ventilation shaft couldn’t do anything than watch this murder. After killing some other soldiers, his eyes got in my direction and his gun too. He only had the time to shoot at me three bullets in the stomach that his body was lying on the ground too. He got shot down by the dude called Shell. An amazing good shot that pierced through one of the psychopath ear to the other one before hitting the wall. I then yelled to attract the attention of the other guards. It wasn’t long before the entire castle knew the death of all of their friends.

Suddenly, I had a flashback of an old tunnel deep in the water to the north of the castle. But before I had the chance to say something about it, I was in a cell. The new leader in charge putted all the blame on me and on the two others. I told them about my flashback but they didn’t believe me until Blackman asked me this tunnel would be. I told him all I knew about it. The good new was that he knew which tunnel I was speaking of and the bad was that it was twenty five meters down into the water. A few minutes later it was eating time. It was not tasty at all. The supper was made of weird purple potatoes, with some little round orange tomatoes of a circumference of ten degree. We had some weird water which seemed like gaz. I only ate the tomatoes. Blackman and Shell copied me.

General Manning alias number XXVIII – Fort Carson

A whole squad of the mercenaries engaged by the newly BUYSAG Incorporation which took control of the state one month ago were waiting for us with M4’s, Desert Eagles, Hunter’s, Hydra’s, Barrack OL’s, FBI Rancher’s, Patriot’s and Police Maverick’s. A man named Dim Dell approached me with some guys. We were about to be arrested when a small group of terrorist’s launched an attack. We took this occasion to flee from them. We fled to the military base which was in a bad condition. I then asked to get a new cell phone to call number XIX to ask him to take on the rest of the operation as planned. When I saw number X normally called Weiss, he told me to go to Los Santos to get in good terms with a gang. This gang was the Orange Grove Street Families. This gang was the gang of the famous Carl Johnson. The asshole was so millionaire that he was not helping anymore his gang. Well, he helped them but rarely.

Jason Flyll – Underground

For the last three hours, we had made a plan to make our escape. Or should I say my escape since I had been designed to swim out of this castle of the death. Everything was plotted perfectly. First, we needed to steal one the cell keys while one of the guards would make his patrol. Then, we would need to steal a swimming uniform from the room where they put all random stuff they can find and that they think they can be put to good use. We would need someone to light up a match in the TNT depot to make a distraction while I would sneak past through all those losers. I would then swim down to twenty five meters and get my way out of the tunnel. We almost forgot to steal some weapons from the weaponry.

General Manning alias number XXVIII – Los Santos

I was in Ganton cul-de-sac in civilian clothes when I saw the leader of the Grove Street gang. They called him Sweet even though it wasn’t his real name. I tried to talk to him but he didn’t notice me. Well, kind of. He just looked at me and I knew when I saw his eyes that it was meaning to get in his car. We drove to El Corona where I met for the first time the Varrios Los Aztecas leader, Cesar Vialpando. They entered in his house and everyone in the street could hear the yelling they yelled at each others. They had lost two guys making a drug deal with the San Fierro Triads at the gun shop in Las Venturas. And, they lost the car. The good new was that they had the drug. In that case, it was an ounce of crack cocaine.

When Sweet got out, I asked him if I could join in. He answered me that since I had drove with him all the way that I could. I then had an idea which made me have an amazing big smile that made him look at me strangely. I asked him if I could see his brother Carl.

“Yes, you can. I just need to find where he is and you’ll be able to see him,” he said getting in the car.

“Thanks!” I replied to him with another amazing smile.

“Do you have a mouth problem or what nigga?” I got asked after a few minutes.

“No... I don’t think so,” I said to him sarcastically not liking to have been called a nigga.

“Don’t mess with me or you’re going to regret it badly!” he yelled at me.

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry,” I apologized to him.

We continued our way to the cul-de-sac. With some other boys, we got invited in is gangster house.

Number I – Unknown Location

“Now, we got ride of those stupid’s military nuts from Bone County,” I said to all the other twenty eight members present here.

“What about number XXX and number XXVIII?” asked number XI.

“Number XXX is surely in a cell in the underground castle under the military base. Number XXVIII is in a mission of getting in good terms with the leader of the Orange Grove Street Families. The leader, Sweet, have a brother named Carl Johnson who his millionaire. He his now living in Liberty City,” I answered his question lying a little bit.

Jason Flyll – Underground

We slept all the night. We had stolen a key but had not got any chance of getting out. The cell was now scary. It’s sure; all the soldiers were sleeping or almost all of them. We would be forced to stay one more day before getting our liberty.

General Manning alias number XXVIII – Los Santos

“It seems he have disappeared dude,” he said to me a little bit sad.

Thinking, I mumbled to myself, “Ok... Hum, I see,” without wanting to say that.

All of them looked at me and said at the same time, “What are you talking of?”

“Nothing,” I got forced to lie to them.

“You‘re weird,” they said at the same time. Sweet said it with a suspicious tone in his voice.

Carl Johnson – Unknown Location

I had quitted the meeting that I got told that my brother Sweet wanted to see me. I quickly quitted the monastery and headed to Ganton cul-de-sac. My old neighbourhood.

June 20, 2010

Changes like selling and buying plus number of chapters have been updated. The cash for the three chapters will be added to the end of the war.

June 20, 2010

How did GSF get a Strip Club? Was it there this whole time and I just didn't see it?

Chapter 4: Sweet Victory

I woke up, sore all over my body, in a brown room, with books all over. I pinched myself, and realized they hadn't killed me yet. I was kind of hoping they would have done it while I was unconscious, but I knew they wanted to torture me. Soon, an older Hispanic gentleman entered the room, along with the same Vago I knew far too well.

"Wake up, how are you feeling?" the Vago asked, it sounded like he actually cared, which was weird since I thought he wanted to punish me for what we did earlier.

"I'm okay. When do you plan on killing me?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't plan on killing you, ese. My name's Armando, this is the doctor that took care of you, Dr. Ricardo," he said, helping me to my feet. "Listen, you spared my life earlier, the least I could do was spare your life as well. I'll drive you up to your turf, let's go." I have to admit, this is pretty awkard, being helped by a Vago of all people.

We walked through the halls, the Vagos inside staring me down as if I had a gun in my hand. We walked out the door, and I saw a beautiful view of East Beach, as we entered Armando's Tornado.

"Yo' holmes, I think a gang war is starting to brew between the Vagos and the Groves, this isn't the first time the two have been attacked since the Vagos got some of the turf back, and my big bro, Javier, is planning some sick stuff if anything else happens, so be careful," Armando informed me.

"I'm guessing Javier is one of the leaders?" I asked.

"Yeah, only the second-in-command of East Beach, he controls a lot. I can't tell you anymore though, but if you need any help, just give me a call, for I am eternally grateful," he said, handing me his number.

"Thanks, same thing here," I told him, grabbing a paper and pen and writing down my number in case he needed anything.

"Thanks, holmes, here's as far as I can go, but I got one more thing to tell you," he said, parking on the curb. "Listen, you gotta promise me you won't tell anyone but your three friends, alright?" he asked.

"I promise," I told him.

"The Vagos are going to drive around Ganton in around one hour to get some revenge for what you and your crew did after the drug deal. Make sure you tell your friends not to go driving around in green, or walk around in green, or you guys could get hit. Beware of a white Landstalker, alright?" he told me.

"Why can't I tell other GSF?" I asked.

"Because they'll want to retaliate, and kill the Vagos in some sort of ambush. Then, the deaths will be on my head, because I was associated with a Grove just an hour before the ambush happened. Got that?" he asked, starting to get nervous.

"Yeah, I got it. See you around. But first, mind if I use your phone to tell my friends I'm not dead?" I asked.

"I can't trust that. I'm sorry, uhh... what's your name?" he asked.

"Patrick," I said.

"Okay, here's some change for a payphone, peace," he said, driving off.

I rushed to the payphone across the street, and dialed the number.

"What the hell do you want?," Jerome asked sadly, probably because he thought I was dead.

"It's Patrick, I'm on the Ganton side of the big stadium, can you come pick me up?" I asked.

"Patrick? Guys, Patrick's alive! He wants us to pick him up, get the f*ck in the car, quick! Pat, we're coming, is there Vagos holding you up for hostage?" he asked.

"No, the Vago you wanted me to kill earlier saved my life, now get over here, I got some important news to tell you," I told him.

"Be right there, peace," Jerome said, hanging up. So I waited for Jerome, and I have to admit, I was pretty nervous when I saw some Vagos and Groves started to argue, thankfully nothing happened. Jerome pulled up quickly, I hopped in and started to tell the news.

"Pat, it's nice to see you still alive, but damn those Vagos did a number one you. What's the news?" Jerome asked, eating some leftover garlic bread.

"The Vagos are planning an attack on Groves in around 30 minutes, in a white Landstalker, because of what we did after their drug deal. I got this info from a friend I have within the Vagos, but I promised him not to tell anyone but you guys. So please, don't plan anything, or it'll be on his head," I told them.

"Don't worry, I won't, now, let's go to Well Stacked Pizza so I can get an exchange for these sh*tty bread sticks," Jerome said. "Alright, but who's car is this?" I asked, confused how he got another car so quickly.

"It took up the rest of the drug money I got from mugging that Balla, but this is a nice car," Jerome said.

We turned into the Well Stacked Pizza parking lot, and Jerome went inside to get a refund.

"These bread sticks taste like cat urine, fetch me another batch, damnit," Jerome shouted, making the whole place stare at us. I even saw some families take their kids and pizzas and run, in fear that we might pull out guns.

"Yes, sir, right away," the manager said, immediately going to make them himself. After some wait, we finally got the breadsticks, and got in the car.

"Sure made us look like as*holes, didn't you, Jerome?" Deion said, clearly upset.

"I needed to express my authority, you know? We protect the damn place, and they want to serve us bad bread sticks that taste like donkey sh*t? I don't put up with that," Jerome said, as we pulled up to a red light, and I couldn't believe what I saw.

A white Landstalker, taking a turn. "That's those f*ckers! Let's teach them a lesson, about coming in our turf, killing our guys!" Jerome said, running the red light.

"Please don't, my Vago friend that saved my life could get killed," I pleaded.

"Who cares about Vagos? That Vago served his purpose, saving your life, who cares what he does now?" Rashean said. I didn't say anything, because I knew there would be no point, with Jerome driving. Jerome tossed Rashean the Tec-9, and gave me the Desert Eagle. "Shoot those f*ckers heads off!" Jerome said to Rashean and I. He rammed into the Vagos Landstalker, and now the chase begins.

Rashean fired round after round, not hitting a single one, possibly because he was in the back of the car and couldn't get a good view. I tried to peek out the window to shoot, but we were being met with Tec-9 ammo all over. I finally got a good look on a Vago in the back while they reloaded. I fired, and hit him right through the ear. He immediately fell to the floor, the other Vago in the back grabbing his gun to take over. Damn, that actually felt great, getting my first ever gun kill, with my first ever shot. Once again, I started to feel that rush I first felt when I killed that Balla earlier. The driver of the Landstalker started to get a little crazy, going through sidewalks and taking every turn he could. Rashean finally popped the two back tires of the Landstalker as it swerved out of control, and flipped three times, landing upside down right in the GSF cul-de-sac. Rashean killed one Vago that was escaping the car, the one that was alive in the back was stuck, as the car caught fire, and exploded. The driver got out before the explosion, and Jerome grabbed him and threw him hard against the wall, asking "where's Marco?" over and over.

Suddenly, someone got out of their house, walking over to us, and started to talk to Rashean. It was Sweet!

"What the hell is going on?" he asked.

"Yo', we found some Vagos trying to do an unmarked drive-by, so we stopped them," Rashean said.

"Is that so? Well, good job, cleaning up Grove Street. Who's that guy that's beating the sh*t out of the Vago over there?" Sweet asked.

"That's Jerome, he drove the car," Rashean said.

Sweet walked over to Jerome, "Hey, big fella, what you doing with that Vago?"

"I'm interrogating him, I need to know where this Marco b*tch is," Jerome replied.

"Well, I'll personally get it out of him, along with all the other sh*t he may know. I'll take him to my house and do the work for you, if you do me a favor. You all look like guys who could be my right-hand men, so I need some work done regarding a certain Balla who killed the previous guy who did most of my dirty work. I'll give you all the details tomorrow, if you help me out, there will be some nice rewards to be handed out. 8:30 tomorrow morning, see you then, alright?" Sweet asked. We all said see you then, and I headed home to rest and lay low after this crazy day, and get ready for tomorrow.

Not sure if we still need to post word counts now that the contest is over (congrats to Kaizer Chief, btw), I'll post it anyway just in case: 1572

June 20, 2010

How did GSF get a Strip Club? Was it there this whole time and I just didn't see it?

Landstalker decided to dish one out to them as a consolation prize, seeing as you came close to winning the 3000-word contest.

June 20, 2010

How did GSF get a Strip Club? Was it there this whole time and I just didn't see it?

Landstalker decided to dish one out to them as a consolation prize, seeing as you came close to winning the 3000-word contest.

Like he said.

June 21, 2010

Ratings done. Ignore this post.

Edited June 22, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

June 21, 2010

2nd Chapter of the war.

I would like to buy Silence 9mm, Molotov and a Sabre.

Chapter Five

Burning Heart

I lit up a cigar before walking into an abandoned warehouse in Venturas. Wu Zi had told me that Lucas was being locked in there. I had many good friends back in Chinatown and to think they died such a gruesome death makes me want to slash out his guts.

I smoked the cigar and proceeded in to the warehouse. A couple of Triad men were guarding outside. I looked at both of them and wonder how could anyone ever done such a thing to the Triads. We had such strong men who would do anything without question. The Chinatown situation was a massacre that had to be avenged.

The warehouse was very dark due to the lack of windows. All I could see was the moonlight shining down onto a chair. And the person sitting on the chair was tied up and blindfolded. Someone else was already slapping him and he was Chuan Fai, another good friend of mine.

I patted his back and said, “Leave him to me.”

He looked disappointed at first but agreed later on, “Aww I was just having fun. Alright do whatever you want to him.”

I removed Lucas’s blindfold and made sure he stared into my eyes. He was about to open his mouth but I punched him right in the nuts.

He managed to moan out something, “f*ck you…”

I carried on punching him brutally as he carried on moaning in pain. I grabbed him by the throat and shouted at him, “Why the f*ck did you f*ckers blew up Chinatown?!?”

First, there was silence. Then, laughter came out of Lucas’s mouth, “Hahahahaha…”

I punched him again to make him talk but he carried on laughing, “Hahahahaha…”

Feeling annoyed, I grabbed a Silenced Pistol nearby and pointed it at him. I bellowed out, “You see this? Even if this gun goes off, no one would be able to hear it. So speak you dumb f*ck!”

Lucas didn’t looked scared although he seemed to agree with me. He finally opened his mouth, “You were set up. Hell even we were set up.”

I was puzzled and asked again, “We? Who’s we?”

His voice had gone softer, “We the Rifas. You know our leader, T-Bone?”

At that point I had lowered my fist down and started listening, “Yeah, I know who’s your leader is.”

He was then ready to explain everything, “Well the Yakuza offered him two million to take the Triads out. T-Bone however, did not inform the Rifas about the two million being paid. So he used us to blow up Chinatown so he could keep the two million for himself. I found out about it when I overheard him talking on the phone with some Japanese guy. Why else would he leave me for dead?”

I sat down next to him just to clear my head. Lucas was already wounded enough from the explosion that T-Bone had planned but nonetheless, he was still part of the gang that killed many of my friends. I loaded the Silenced Pistol and aimed it into his face.

I actually sympathized Lucas for being set up by his own leader. I said one final word before pulling the trigger, “Sorry.” He felt dead onto the floor with the chair. Poor fella.

I called up Wu Zi to inform him on the situation and he said, “T-Bone, always a snake. Listen Lee, do you want to get back at the Rifas?”

I immediately agreed and Wu Zi continued on, “There’s a crack lab in San Fierro belonging to the Rifas. Why don’t you sabotage it?”

An evil grin appeared on my face, “Of course. I’ll bring Chuan along with me. Is Jacky okay?”

“Yeah he’s fine. Oh and Chuan has something that you might be interested in. It’s a gift from me.” He hung up and I was left wondering what the gift was.

I got out of the warehouse and Chuan was already waiting for me. He took out something from his pockets and dangled it in the air. It was some keys.

He tossed it to me and pointed at something, “Look what’s behind me.”

I literally jumped for joy. It was a brand new Sabre. It was my dream car in a brown paintjob. I wanted to kiss Chuan but he shoved me away before I could.

We got into the car and drove all the way to San Fierro. During the drive, Chuan told me that there were some Molotov cocktails back in the trunk. I was pretty anxious to burn them all alive.

We finally got to the crack lab which was just a small building in the middle of nowhere. This made it easier for me and Chuan. We put on some ski masks in case we got recognized. We check our ammo on our Silenced Pistols and grabbed some Molotov cocktails and put them in a bag.

We got out of the car and saw two Rifas guarding the place outside. I whispered to Chuan, “You take the left guy, I take the right.” He nodded and we proceeded.

Chuan shot the guy on the left and the right guy was too busy checking on his dead friend, I cracked his neck from the back. We got into the house and saw people making cocaine and f*cking prostitutes. Me and Chuan killed everyone. We were just savoring the moment as the Rifas run helplessly for their life. We even killed the prostitutes, served them right for f*cking the Rifas. Before we got out of the house, I looked back to witness the blood pouring out from everywhere.

We lit up the Molotov cocktails and threw it into the house. The way the house was burn was so beautiful. I then realized that a crack lab plus a fire would equal to an explosion. I told Chuan to run back to the car before the lab exploded. We managed to get away in time before the whole thing went KABOOM!

I looked up in the sky and saw falling debris with dead limbs scattered all around. My sights were now set on T-Bone, and the motherf*cker was going to pay. I was starting to think whether the two million was fake or real and had we made the right decision to rip them off.

June 21, 2010

I'll buy a Sawn-off Shotgun.

San Fierro Rifa @ Cranberry Station

#3: Blasting the Bunker

We sat in a circle, crowded around the small television in the scrappy apartment. We were watching the news in Javier's residence. We all bore grim faces, as the events of the day took their toll on us. On the screen, an Asian news reporter was covering the breaking story of the destructive explosions in Chinatown and Calton Heights.

"Many buildings have been destroyed, and several large structures have collapsed." We saw, on the screen, the famous Chinatown Arch, which had broken apart. Several of its planks were on fire, and smoke was rising as distressed civilians looked on. "Police say that around 100 civilians were killed in the explosions. It is widely thought that this was an attack on the San Fierro Triads, who claim this area of the city as their territory. Police still have no idea regarding the masterminds behind the attack, although they suspect that the Da Nang Boys, a small-time Vietnamese crime gang had a part to play in this tragedy."

"Well," said Santiago, "there's some good news. At least they don't know it was us. They think it's those Vietnamese scumbags who hang out at Pier 69."

A different reporter then appeared on the screen, with a serious-looking black-clad Chinese gentlemen behind her. "Here, I'm talking to Mr. Chan, a member of the San Fierro Triad. It is widely thought that the Triad was the target of today's attack, let's see what Mr. Chan has to say about this tragic event."

The reporter held the microphone at Chan, who replied sternly, "We are deeply upset that this attack has occurred on our territory. However, only a few Triad members were harmed. We'd like to warn the perpetrators of this attack that we know who was behind it, and that we will be taking action shortly..."

The man named Chan kept on talking, while Javier looked at the rest of us in shock. "He said they know who was behind it! Could they think it's us?"

"Lucas never made it back, d'you guys think he got captured?"

"And worse, they say that we only got a couple of their guys! They must've been hiding in their little underground shops, those bastards..."

Suddenly, the screen flashed, and everything went dark for a moment. Then, a picture faded in, what seemed like a video feed. We all gasped in shock as we saw what was on the screen: our friend, Lucas, tied into a chair, with a Triad member pacing around him, seemingly contemplating what to do with him.

A voice began talking, with a thick Chinese accent. "Hello, members of the San Fierro Rifa."

We looked at each other in utter shock. The voice went on, "This is a live feed from one of our warehouses. As you can see, your friend Lucas has been captured while trying to help commit the atrocity that you carried out earlier in the day. Lucas has already told our men about the identity of all those involved. Very soon, he will be killed."

"Consider this a warning. We won't be taking further action, since the bombings only killed some of our lackeys. But if you mess with us again..."

The Chinese voice proceeded to describe a plethora of horrible deeds we would suffer from if we didn't listen to them. Looking around at my desolate comrades, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Guys, we can't just accept defeat like this! Now, I think I know how they're patching this feed through to our television. There's a cable room in the basement of the apartment building; they're probably patching it in through there. Which means that one of their men is right here, right now!"

Santi looked up. "So we attack him? You heard him, his friends are gonna f*ck us up!"

"No, that wouldn't be wise. But think about it. Chinatown's gone up in flames, so these Triads must be hiding somewhere else, right? Now if we follow this guy back to his base, we can regroup and take them out there."

Around the room, heads nodded in agreement. Soon, I had formed an action plan: two of us would stay in the apartment and alert the rest of the team when the video ended. Then, presumably, the Triad man would leave the building, at which point we'd follow him at a distance until he arrived at his hideout.

We sprung into action. Each of us went back to our apartments to get armed up. I instructed the crew to take all the firepower they could, which included pistols, Micro SMGs, as well as the satchel charges left over from yesterday. Furthermore, T-Bone had also bought a stockpile of sawn-off shotguns from Ammu-Nation yesterday, so we grabbed those as well. After loading up the trunk with our guns, Javier, Santi, and I got into the Stallion, waiting for the call.

It came five minutes later. Our friends phoned us from the apartment, and said, tearfully, "Lucas just got shot, man. You better hit those Chinese motherf*ckers where it hurts."

Almost directly after I hung up my phone, a Chinese man wearing a frilly black sweater as well as dark sunglasses left the building. He went around to the parking lot, and got into his Stratum. I saw this as a tactical advantage, since not only was the Stratum easy to spot, but also quite chubby and slow.

The apartment was at the southern end of Doherty, so we were all surprised when he drove west. We stayed two car lengths behind him, yet since traffic was never too busy in this area of the city, we had no difficulty following him. Soon, he slowed down near a little grocery shop in Ocean Flats. We parked on the opposite side of the road, and observed as he made his way into the shop, waved at the elderly Asian shopkeeper, and entered a hidden door at the back of the shop.

"Clever. They're using a grocery as a front. There's probably a whole army of Triad guys in that basement."

We all knew what to do. We clipped pistols and Micro SMGs onto our belts, and stuffed clip after clip of bullets into our pockets. Then, we each grabbed a shotgun, and walked briskly into the store.

The shopkeeper panicked, and screamed. "Ahh — "

Crack! I swiftly swung the butt of my shotgun at his face, knocking him off his feet. At first, I was worried that I hadn't knocked him out completely, but the clumsy old f*ck knocked himself out when he hit his head on the ground.

The flimsy door creaked as we opened it slightly. I peeked past the door, and gaped in amazement.

It was a gigantic underground bunker complex. The door led to a staircase, which descended onto a catwalk, which circled the bunker completely. Every few meters, there would be a winding staircase that led from the catwalk down to the main floor. The bunker must have been three stories deep, and was filled with evidence of organized crime: drug stashes, weapons laying around, and large shooting ranges.

We stepped in, and that's when I realized something. "Guys," I said to my equally amazed comrades, "there's no one here..."

But Javier, who had a much sharper ear than I, pointed in the direction of the shooting ranges. We saw a door dug into the wall here, with a small window on it. When we walked across the catwalk and made it over to the door, we looked inside, and learned why the bunker seemed to be empty: all the Triad members were in this room, having a meeting of sorts.

One man was speaking, and held up a digital photo: it was T-Bone Mendez. They were obviously cognizant of T-Bone's involvement in Chinatown's destruction. Beside me, Santi whispered, "Satchel charges." I immediately understood what he meant. These charges were about to come in handy once again.

I stayed at the door, while Javier and Santi went back to the car to get as many satchel charges as they could. When they finally returned, the meeting was about to end, so I hurried them. We planted the charges on the door, around the door, as well as on the catwalk in front of the door. Then, we got as far away as possible, not wanting to be hurt during the explosion.

Inside, we could hear the man saying, "Meeting adjourned, gentlemen. Let's get this T-Bone son of a bitch."

The door opened, and the Triads began to step out. The first man noticed the something different about the door. He looked at it, paused for a second, and screamed, "Get out of — "

I pressed the button. Explosions of an even greater loudness than yesterday rang out, the sound amplified by the echos around the concrete walls of the bunker. The blasts killed many of the Triads immediately. Then, some of them who had been in the back of the room came running out, wanting to see what happened. Bad idea. The catwalk had been blown apart, causing them to fall three stories onto the bunker floor. I couldn't tell if he was injured, unconscious, or dead. It didn't matter.

"Maxi, are there any left?"

Then, some smarter Triads appeared at the doorway, but didn't run out. Instead, they fired at us with AK-47s. We immediately took cover behind the catwalk's metal railings, and armed ourselves.

"Let's finish them off."

June 21, 2010

I'm gonna add the weps and cars soon.

P.S. Like I said in the first post of this page, I will give the rate of the three chapters of this war at the end of it at the same time as the winner's price.

Edited June 21, 2010 by Landstalker

June 21, 2010

This is the final chapter of the gang war. I would like to buy tear gas and satchel charges.

Chapter Six

It Ends Here

Me and Chuan were just chilling out in my new Sabre. It was great to finally slow down and not shoot somebody in the head. My relaxation was cut short when I received a phone call from Kai, “Lee!”

I could hear gunshots over the phone and straight away I got into my Sabre with Chuan. I asked Kai over the noisy phone, “What happened?”

Kai was too busy taking cover to speak. Once he got into a safe position, he said, “They attacked us at the bunker! Call Wu Zi, we’re ending this tonight!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing over the phone. I heard some of my fellow Triad men in their dying voices and Kai was fighting the Rifas with all the might he got.

I rang Wu Zi and he immediately ordered me on what to do, “T-Bone, he’s at Pleasure Domes right now. Probably f*cking some hooker like the c*nt he is.”

I began to worry about Kai who was getting shot out there, “What about the bunker attack?”

Wu Zi said with a calm voice, “That bunker meeting was to draw out the Rifas. f*ck I didn’t knew those motherf*ckers would hit us so hard. Some of our men are already waiting for you near Pleasure Domes. Go there and finish the f*ckers off!”

I looked at Chuan and we both had the same look. We both knew what had to be done to end this once and for all.

I revved up the engine and we sped down to the Pleasure Domes. The thought of killing the man who planned the whole attack on Chinatown made me bloodthirsty. Once we got there, Jacky, who had recovered, gave me an AK47. He explained the situation as we cautiously got to the rooftops of the Pleasure Domes, “Alright Lee, put on this gas mask. We’re going into the building from the rooftop while the other guys with the explosives will be taking out anyone who tries to flee.”

He gave me a gas mask and I put it on. My fellow Triad men also put on their gas masks and we got ready. Chuan who was below gave us the signal to storm in. There was a window opening on the rooftop and I silently climbed down through it. I saw strippers giving T-Bone a lap dance as though he was some sort of pimp.

Jacky passed me a tear gas launcher and I aimed it precisely at T-Bone’s area. I launched it and soon the gas spread into the entire building. I fired some more to blind their vision just so no one would be able to escape. We were lucky to have our gas masks as people were suffering and choking from the gas. We made our way to the first floor and saw T-Bone almost fainting. I managed to get a hold of him before he fell to the floor. The moment I looked into T-Bone’s eyes was the moment where I wanted to put a bullet into his head. I reached for my Desert Eagle but Jacky grabbed my arm and stopped me just in time. He then said, “It’s not the time to kill him yet. Be patient, our vengeance will boo soon.”

I carried T-Bone on my back and got out of the building. We were shocked to find dead bodies outside of the Pleasure Domes but fortunately it was the Rifas. Chuan came to me and explained, “Some Rifas tried to escape. Don’t worry we killed them all. Shall we plant the explosives now?”

I looked back at the building only to hear the sounds of screaming. I gave a chuckle and said, “Sure. Put it out of misery.”

Chuan and his men charged through the building and planted the explosives. We then got into a safe distance and Jacky pressed the detonator. The explosion nearly took us off our feet. I could almost heard T-Bone moaned out, “No!”

I glared him into the eyes and said, “Sucks for you eh?”

We stole T-Bone’s car and some of the other Triads men drove it back to the Four Dragons Casino. We brought T-Bone into the same warehouse where I killed Lucas. Lucas’s dead body was still there, rotting away in hell.

I shoved T-Bone’s head onto a wall and tied him in a chair. When he was about to speak, I grabbed a small piece of glass I found on the floor and slashed his lips.

I then gave him the chance to speak and it almost sounded as if he was crying, “f*ck, that hurt. Please, what do you want from me?”

I grabbed my lovely katana to threathen him, “You…yes you motherf*cker! You kill lots of my friends do you know that? And what for? For a fake two million from the Yakuza!”

Like Lucas before him, T-Bone just kept on laughing, “You think it’s fake! It was real my friend!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Had we ripped off the Yakuza for nothing?

I didn’t want T-Bone to talk anymore so I placed my katana right next to his throat.

He was begging like a dog, “No, please don’t kill me! The two million is yours! It’s in my car right now!”

I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I answered and it was Wu Zi, “Lee, you’re not going to believe this. We found the two million in T-Bone’s car! f*ck! We should had not rip off the Yakuza! We’re dead men to them now!”

My mind was spinning out of control. I didn’t know what to believe. T-Bone saw the expression on my face and he laughed his ass off. I couldn’t stand his laughter anymore and I swiftly slashed his throat with the katana. His laughter turned to moans of pain.

The blood slowly flowed out of his throat and soon it was silence.

I was still on the phone with Wu Zi and I said, “It’s over. Rifas will back off now. Now we only have to deal with the Yakuza.”

Wu Zi simply said, “Agreed.” And he hung up the phone.

I looked at T-Bone’s dying breath and wondered, was it all worth it? So many people died for nothing just for a f*cking two million dollars.

The world is such a greedy place.

June 21, 2010

Chapter 8: Getaway

Andrei's heart pounded. Night had set in over Las Venturas, and Mr. Sindacco had left him alone in the underground room. After their little talk earlier, Andrei was genuinely afraid of what Sindacco would do to him if he didn't comply with his demands. But at the same time, he knew that he could never do what Sindacco asked. Andrei owed everything he had — the money, the men, the pride — to the man he knew as Mr. Berkov. It had been Berkov who had taken Andrei out of the Russian war zones in which he was raised. There was no way Andrei would ever betray him.

So the only solution Andrei saw was to escape. He had his hands tied behind his back, and in the dimly lit room, it was difficult to hatch a plot.

He saw a stray pipe lying on the ground. It was one of those Z-shaped tubes, and Andrei retrieved it using his outstretched legs. Then, he trapped the pipe between his feet, and flung it upwards, catching it with his lap. He bent over and bit down on the pipe, clenching it with his teeth. Then, using the pipe's convenient bendy shape, he leaned to the side and wedged it in between the ropes that were keeping him bound. He pulled upwards hard, and the uniquely shaped pipe did what Andrei intended it to do: it broke the ropes, giving him free mobility in his arms, and, as a result, he freed himself from the chair.

Now that he could move around without restraint, he decided to find a way out of the dark room. The room was about two stories tall, and Andrei saw a small hatch in the roof, which was probably how he had gotten in. So how did people leave this room? There had to be another exit.

He turned around and saw a corridor leading out of the room. It all seemed too simple. He walked down the corridor, which soon began to slope upwards. Then, he turned the corner and came upon another corridor, this one with rooms on its sides. Andrei decided to explore the rooms, in the hope that he might find a weapon to defend himself with.

The first room seemed like a bedroom of sorts. Inside, there was a small desk, as well as a cot with torn blankets. There were no windows, as the room was still underground. However, the familiar smell of raw meat was creeping around again.

Andrei moved on to the next room, where there was a large wardrobe. Inside it, he found some old suits, a pair of smelly shoes, and, luckily, a fully functional AK-47, complete with many clips of bullets.

He grabbed the AK-47, and pocketed the magazines. Then he proceeded to the third room. Inside this room, there was nothing but another desk, and a small sack on top of it. Andrei went over and looked inside the sack. A strong, strange aroma seemed to erupt out of the sack, drowning out the smell of raw meat. Andrei saw hundreds of small white pills, which he immediately recognized as ecstasy. Since he was determined to make it out of there alive, he figured that he might as well take a present with him. So he slung the sack over his shoulder and went back into the corridor.

Andrei was about to enter the fourth room when he heard footsteps. They were walking quickly, and approaching his position. He aimed his fortuitously-acquired AK-47 at the end of the corridor. When the man rounded the corner, he stood no chance. Andrei pressed down on the trigger, firing a dozen bullets which all hit the man's torso. He collapsed in pain and groaned loudly.

Andrei went over to the man's body, and saw that it was the same lackey who had attacked him earlier for calling Mr. Sindacco a "son of a bitch." The lackey now lay on the ground, gasping and wheezing. With the last of his energy, he whispered, "You'll never… make it out."

"We'll see about that," retorted Andrei to the man's lifeless body. Surprisingly, there were no additional footsteps; it seemed that the lackey was the only one who had come to check on Andrei, and everyone else either didn't hear the gunfire, or had left the factory. Andrei hoped it would be the latter, but he kept on moving, and came to a stairwell.

As he went up the stairs, he realized that the reason there was no light wasn't because they were underground — the sloping corridor had brought him to ground level already — but it was instead that night had fallen. Indeed, as he could see through the window, the lights of The Strip in the distance were clearly visible.

The odor of raw meat was beginning to annoy Andrei, and he was determined to leave as soon as possible. He aimed the gun at the small window, and after firing a couple of rounds, it shattered with ease. He slithered himself through the opening. At last, the smell of fresh air freshened Andrei, who would never look forward to entering a meat factory again.

"Don't move."

Andrei pointed his gun at the voice. "Drop the gun, Andrei." To his horror, he discovered that Mr. Sindacco had appeared, and was holding a gun to the head of Andrei's friend, Emil.

"Don't mind me, Andrei, shoot him." Emil was ready to sacrifice himself, but Sindacco shoved the gun into his neck and yelled, "Shut up!"

Then, to Andrei: "Now, I want you to drop that sack you're carrying. Throw me the gun, and crawl obediently back into the factory. Then — "

Andrei shot him. His gun, despite having been lowered, was still aimed at him, and he quickly squeezed on the trigger, releasing a barrage of bullets which tore through Sindacco's chest and head. He never had time to even tighten his finger on his gun. Emil stared at Sindacco's fallen body in awe.

"Let's go, Emil."

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