Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Tyler]

Well, this is my prologue. Just a note that my actual writing style is going to be third person, but the narrative of this is much more dynamic, and took the role of telling you about the world my stories will take place in. Oh, and I would like to join the Leone Family Mafia. I wrote this on the spot, since my Forelli idea hit a dead end, and I am much too eager to not join.

 

 

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Leone Family Mafia

 

Prologue I: The Time

 

After 1986, when Tommy Vercetti killed don of the Forelli Brothers, Sonny, a sudden power struggle began to rip Liberty City and San Andreas apart. Ironically, Vice City was as calm as the Florida shores during this time. The Leone Family quickly seized all of the Forelli assets in Liberty, staking a claim in for themselves and ensuring their survival. Newer and less organized 'street gangs' took hold all over. Suddenly, organized crime became less powerful, and much less impressionable to the public.

 

Colombians started cutting deals and making a name for themselves in Liberty City around 1989 – The Colombian Cartel. Triads moved in and swept the Asian community into immigrant smuggling, and extorting. Meanwhile, Leone held his power and made alliances with the Sindaccos, a big-time name in Las Venturas. A couple years down the road, Rodney Forelli demanded retribution for the disrespect he had been given, and Salvatore reluctantly signed the treaty to split Caligula's Casino ownership between the three Mafia families left in San Andreas.

 

On the other side of San Andreas, four-hundred miles away, a small town family named the Nelsons were saying goodbye to a young man named Daniel Nelson, as he packed his bags and headed off to San Fierro University, to study Psychology. 1989 was a wonderful time to the young man, as he headed across San Andreas on a road trip with his best friend Louie Davidson.

 

The two had known each other for their whole life, and aspired to leave the small town feel of the countryside behind, to finally make something of themselves in the city of wonders. Daniel was always smarter than his school mates, and frequently made a quick buck from cheating them out of the allowance their mothers had worked so hard to give.

 

Daniel soon learned though, that the way of life he wanted to live, just wouldn't work in Angel Pine. When he was fifteen one little kid, Johnny Wilco, had told his big brother about how Daniel 'the smart kid' took his money. The brother was very angry, he found Daniel outside of town in the woods, and confronted him.

 

“Give me my brother's money, you fag,” said the brutish giant to Daniel, who was 5' 9” at the time. Daniel refused and tried to reason with the beast, but after an extremely horrible scream and crackle, had realized that the brother had broken Daniel's arm. Two months, a healed arm, and five dollars later, Daniel was ready to get revenge for that day. He bought a 9mm pistol from Old Ruckus at the Ammu-Nation, and followed Wilco, the brother, as he went hunting for fox in the surrounding forest.

 

Daniel hid behind the large redwood's bark as Wilco continued along the trail, holding a .22 rifle. The first sign of stopping and Daniel would duck down back into the closest redwood, making sure Wilco didn't see him. Then, it happened like a flash. Wilco shot into the bushes and yelled a sign of victory, as he picked up a dead fox by the tail and danced. The blood of the fox dripping down it's pelt made Daniel sick. He vomited, and Wilco obviously hearing, turning around with his gun held and the fox on the floor.

 

“What the hell you want, you son bitch?” Wilco's thick southern accent flowed through Daniel's ear just as quickly as the feeling of defeat. “Raise your arms boy, we gon' have some fun,” The now sexually aroused Wilco said very devilishly. It was clear to Daniel, be sodomized by a redneck, or kill him and hide the body. Now, when a fifteen year-old boy is struck with this choice in his life, a part of him realizes that the life he is living might not be the life he needs to live. Daniel's arms shook heavily as Wilco's starch voice called again, “I said get the hell down, now!” and just that quick, like a Wilco pulled the trigger and killed the fox, Daniel pulled the trigger and killed Wilco.

 

A part of him died that day, but another part was born as well. Daniel had a yearning to kill. The rush of the murder, the river of blood caused by him, it all sat inside of Daniel's mind for years to come. Daniel had successfully never been convicted of the murder of Johnny Wilco's brother. But he had also successfully ruined the lives of many people as well.

 

Three years later, and Daniel had started his freshman year of San Fierro University, whilst studying murderers throughout history. His life was becoming normal again. He started dating a girl named Chloe Leone from his class, and he regularly went with her and the local hippie population to liberal speeches and events.

 

It was 1995, when Daniel was 24, that he met Vinnie Leone. Chloe introduced the two after Daniel had insisted on meeting her parents, and she told him of her mother dying nine years ago. Vinnie was Daniel's new hero, showing him of the finer life of crime, and how Mobsters lived better than most police officers. Daniel knew he would never be happy doing anything else, and aptly dropped out of college to work for Mr. Leone.

 

 

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I'd like to be located in mt. Chilliad hideout by the way.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Rarely have I seen a beauty like this

Her impeccable features filled me with bliss

I wanted to, at that very moment

Do her.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[mrpain]

Glad to see this up and running again.

 

Miss this so much. Will be posting a story soon.

[Landstalker]

Can someone rate my chapter?

[UNRATED69]

 

 

 

Chapter 3: Ghosts From the Past

 

Two hundred thousand dollars! Two hundred f*cking thousand dollars! That's what they gave me for killing that cop. I might not have known very much about the guy, but he must of really pissed the boss off for me to get $200,000 for killing him. I've finally made it. The mafia trusts me enough to start giving me bigger and better jobs, and along with that, bigger and better paychecks. But that's America for you. One day you're living in a broom closet, the next in a mansion. I've even been hearing word that the boss wants to talk to me. That would make my day...

 

But enough daydreaming. I balled up the paper that was wrapped around my burger, threw it on the floor, and walked out of the Burger Shot, despite the janitor insisting that I pick it up. Maybe when I move higher up in the ranks, I'd put a hit on him... No, gotta focus. I walked over to the convenience store across the street. My friend Dmitri was leaning against the wall, smoking the last of a cigarette, which he then proceeded to toss on the ground, and stomp out the last of the embers with the heel of his boot. “You ready?” he said to me as I walked up. “Yeah” I replied, feeling nervous, but vigilant as we walked into the store.

 

As we approached the counter, the clerk saw us, and tried to reach for the gun under the counter, but I was too quick. I shot off a single round into the ceiling, and the clerk instantly forgot all about the Deagle hidden in case of a situation exactly like this. “I already told you, I'm not paying!” he said in a think Indian accent. “We heard.” I said. Dimitri finished my sentence with “and we thought we'd do something about it.” Before the clerk could respond, I had already begun knocking over the various displays set up around the store. “What are y-” the clerk began, but was silenced with Dimitri's cold look.

 

I started with a rack of postcards, all exclaming "Greetings from Las Venturas" in bright neon letters with various pictures of landmarks form the city, and shoved it to the ground. Then I took aim with my 9mm and opened up on the slushee machine, which started to leak red and blue liquid onto the floor. T went around the store, smashing this and shooting that, and watchin with glee as the clerk cringed with every item I destroyed. After the place looked like a tornado, tsunami, and a hurricane had hit all at once, I walked back over to Dimitri and the clerk, who looked ready to faint. "So, you ready to pay?"

 

After the clerk coughed up the cash, me and Dimitri started for the door. Right before I left, I kicked down the last remaining display, and turned around to admire my work, when a thought crossed my mind. I remembered my father, and how his store had looked a lot like this one. I don't know why, I always thought my father's death hadn't bothered me, but for some reason, I felt a pang of remorse for destroying the shop. Not long after that, I started to feel woozy, and soon found myself on the floor of the shop. I could see Dimitri rush over to me through my fading vision, shouting words I couldn't hear. Then it all went black.

 

When I finally woke up, I wasn't sure where I was, but after inspecting my surroundings, I realized I was back in my room, lying in my bed. I sat up, and saw Dimitri sitting on the couch. When he turned around and saw that I was awake, he got up and walked over to me. “Hey man. You okay?” he said, trying to sound uninterested, but I could tell he was worried. “Yeah. It... it must've been that burger I had.” Dimitri chuckled. “You want me to 'take care of' anybody over there?” he said, obviously joking. “Nah, that's all right. Well... maybe the janitor.”

 

I got up, and immediately sat back down, as my head was still spinning. "I think you better take it easy for awhile" Dimitri said, "and let me take the money to the boss." "What, and make me miss out on finaly seeing what he looks like? Not a chance." "Suit yourself." Dimitri said, and tossed me the sack with our take tucked neatly inside. I stood up, slower this time, and headed out my door and down the hall to the elevators. I got in and pressed the P, for Penthouse.

 

The ride took less than a minute (I love technology) and the doors opened to a posh room with a series of couches up against one wall, and a secretary and her desk against the other. I walked up to her, barely able to contain my anticipation, and knocked on the wood to get her attention. She looked up, saw me standing there, and buzzed the door open, all without stopping her rapid typing. I walked over to the unlocked doors, pushed them open, and stepped into the room that would change my life forever.

 

 

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Also, I'd like to buy the Tec-9 and a Pony, please.

[Landstalker]

I'll add them, now.

 

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Chapter 2: Attack on Angel Pine!

 

The cabin, like Rifa said, was empty. I inspected the water source behind it. Walking back to our “property”, a sound looking like tires breaking could be heard. By the number of times it happened, I calculated at least twenty cars. Each cars had four doors, by what I heard when the tires breaking sound stopped.

 

Rifa had come back and 76 Rifa guys had arrived right after. He told us that the cops had barricaded Angel Pine and that he called some backup to get rid of them. We planned our attack on the town when 24 guys arrived in Jet Packs. Not even ten seconds after, ten boats with four allies on each docked their boats on the sand.

 

Having 140 allies plus us, making 152, we planned a more complex plan. But… It would not be enough. I got a call from the Sheriff, Duff “Though” Doughnut, informing us that he knew what we were preparing. He added that the San Fierro and the Los Santos police would be blocking all the possible ways to get out of Whetstone in a few minutes.

 

I ordered Rifa to call some more backup. These guys got luck. Just as they crossed the bridge near the Junk Yard, the cops arrived to make the roadblocks. Some more guys arrived in Jet Packs, saying that they saw helicopters on their way, on their way here.

 

Our boats left to get some more backup or to get at the beach. This was going to be a hell of a story. We were 199 against an unknown number of cops.

 

I returned to the water source to pass me some fresh water on my head and to be alone to be able to think in peace. When I was about to leave, I noticed a small group of men in white spying on me hiding behind some trees. At first, they though I was a Vagos. On second thought, they told me that there were small group of Aztecas and Vagos scattered around Whetstone and Flint County. I proposed them to join us at one condition; if I would help them to reunite with the others Aztecas and get rid of the Vagos. They also informed me of the Leone Mafia Family having a Hideout on the wets side of Mount Chilliad.

 

I phoned to the others to tell them to wait until night before attacking. After I told them that and told the Aztecas to wait here until night, I returned to the cabin and slept.

 

At night, I left to get to the Aztecas. Before leaving, I told them to get in position and to wait for a light signal before launching the assault. I saw them cleaning their guns in a water source to the left of the one I used before. They saw someone coming and ran to the trees. It was Rifa. He was carrying a crate. He told me that he bought some Satchel Charges, Molotov’s, SMGs and Desert Eagles for only $462.67. I took one of each and told him to get back to the others.

 

After I told them my plan, they quickly ran to the nearest location of a group of Aztecas. We reached the road, quickly crossed it, for me, only at this moment, to realize they were hiding in the Junk Yard. We managed to find them only to learn a bad new; the cops had docked and landed police officers around the Junk Yard. When I learned that, I told them to follow me and started to run towards Angel Pine where there was an “entrance” to climb up the mountain.

 

We reached a puzzling kind of puzzle, higher in the mountain. There were two ways; one going higher and one continuing on the same “floor”. Making two groups, one for the way going higher and one for the other one, we separated us.

 

Both of the ways seemed connected since I could see the other group below me. Unfortunately, for me, I slipped down all the way to where the others were. A few meters away from me, a cabin, looking similar to mine, was there, with some light in it, with some men in black. One of them approached me and asked why we were on a Leone Mafia Family territory. I told the others to get down. For them, fortunately, they slide down instead of slipping down.

 

As an answer to his question, I told him we were looking for them. That we needed their help. He leaded us inside and we had to explain the situation with the police. This, even if it could be bad for them, did not convince them. They were about to kick us outside and I needed to act fast. They were 42 and we were 30. I didn’t want a useless fight so I had to tell them that it could be bad for them. That, even if they were Mafioso, convinced them.

 

One of them approached us. He presented himself as Toni Ciprianni and as the leader of the Mfia in Whetstone. After a couple of minutes of explanations on how to find two groups of Leone Mafia guys, on containing ten guys and the second one twenty, he called them to inform them about us.

 

After a few minutes, we heard some helicopters passing. Then some shoots and a dying scream. I looked through the window to see the S.W.A.T. getting out of these copters and shooting at the Leone guards.

 

We all took cover inside and started shooting at everything moving outside.

 

 

For my part, my name is T-Bone Mendez. I had followed my son all the way to Shady Creek but lost him when they left for the attack on Angel Pine.

 

I was trying to find a spot to watch the battle but I had found better; twenty Aztecas. They accepted to be my bodyguards as long as I would help them to find the other ones. One of them told me a good new. D-Bone was still alive and headed to the west with some Aztecas in seek of the help of the help of the Leone Mafia Family.

 

Because of the darkness, the Los Santos police took us for people fleeing from Angel Pine. We made our way to the street and followed it until we were on a bridge near the Los Santos Inlet. On the other side of it, walking towards us was a big group. The group happened to consist of Aztecas. One of our group said they were from the groups C and D.

 

They informed us that if we made our way down the freeway we would find four groups of Vagos. We, after one hour, found a Motel. I phoned for some backup. Twenty guys, in fact. They arrived with Jet Packs. Silently, they planted Satchel Charges on each structure and the Aztecas detonated it. From the screams, I calculated 50 Vagos. The other group of Vagos quickly arrived. We just had to throw Molotov’s at them and it was finished.

 

One of the Aztecas saw their stolen cars. They entered them and we headed to Angel Pine.

 

 

Everything seemed lost. That’s what we thought until we heard a helicopter crashing. I looked through the window to see some guys of our gang assisted by some Leone Mafia wise guys. They came with Sentinel’s and Stretch’s.

 

With the fire power of their Micro SMG, AK-47 and Desert Eagles and our flying team, we got rid of the shooting team, the copters and the action team. None of our helpers died but for us… It was another story. From the 29 Aztecas that were with me, 17 of them survived. From the 42 mafioso that were kind of living here, only Toni Ciprianni and 24 of them survived.

 

Before I could hear any explanations, I was piloting a Jet Pack straight to the Trailer Park in Angel Pine.

 

 

We were pinned down in the Trailer Park. Everything seemed lost until we saw explosions all round us. My son had arrived just in time…

Edited August 15, 2010 by Landstalker

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Landstalker]

I'm going 'hood war with supercris11 in 'hood (Coded name = SFDTW6). It is the 'hood where Wang Cars is.

[mrpain]

You know what?

 

I'm trying to write down a piece of my story but I can't come up with anything. Therefore, I'm announcing my retirement from writing.

 

You guys can remove my name on the Triads but keep me on the staff list in case I would like to rate some stories.

 

Good luck guys and peace out. My main Triad character is dead anyway.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

To a coarse croaking that I had not heard

Before.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Landstalker]

Hi guys! I made a fan-made BUYG Forum that we could use as a Lounge or whatever.

 

http://bbuyghistoryandgames.runboard.com/

 

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Chapter 3: Wang Cars

 

“D-Bone!” yelled my father.

 

“Father?” I asked, “What are you doing here?” surprised.

 

“I followed you since the beginning!” he yelled, “And now, you make me regret it and make me regret having promoted you to a leader of the San Fierro Rifa!”

 

“It’s not me…” I mumbled, “It was Rifa’s decision…”

 

“Who?” he said, more calm.

 

“Ole Rifa.”

 

“What? This traitor is still alive?”

 

I just had the time to say, “Yeah”, before he stopped me.

 

“Anyway. I have a mission for you. Go back to San Fierro at Doherty. Hum… With a Jet Pack… And, take some guys to pay a little visit to the Grove Street Families gang members in Wang Cars. Some of them have been shooting our best veteranos. I want you to make them pay, for it. Kill them! Especially, the puta who sold is car showroom to them. After that, just seize the building and the kill the other ones in the streets. These guys are usually seen at the three towers.”

 

“And the police.”

 

“Don’t worry; we will handle them until you come back.”

 

I quickly returned to my Jet Pack and piloted it back to San Fierro. In the sky, I could perfectly see the damages and the death made by this fight. It was horrible and I wouldn’t like to be the one to clean this.

 

When I arrived at the Crack Lab in Doherty, some Grove Street gangsters were having a brawl with some of our veteranos and bejines. I landed inside the Lab yard and ordered that the gate get open. I walked to where the brawl was and yelled to my guys to get near me. When tey saw me, they ran away back into the Crack Lab yard.

 

It was me against them. Quickly, they attacked me as a group, with their Baseball Bats. They attacked me a second time but I pulled out my SMG, right after.

 

“You know what it is?” I asked them.

 

One of them thinking he was intelligent said, “A submachine gun”, proudly.

“Idiota! That’s a SMG!” I yelled, “If I press the trigger, you are all dead meat!”

 

They walked back a little bit. More friendly, “But, we can arrange us. We can deal for your life’s”, I added.

 

“Oh yeah? How?” asked, the muscular one.

 

“You pay me $285.77 for 3.5 grams of SPANK and return back to Los Santos.

 

They all checked in their pockets. The four of them had $285.77 straight. I gave them the SPAK and they ran to their Greenwood parked on the other side of the street. With them out of the game, we could finally get to work.

 

I took 30 guys and told them my plan. One of them would go on the top of the crane in the construction site in Doherty with a Sniper Rifle, me and seven guys would attack by the main entrance, eight of them would attack by the backyard entrance. Another group of eight would jump form the freeway into the showroom backyard to outflank them. The five others, would do Jet Pack rounds above the war zone and shoot at the gangsters.

 

The chosen sniper flew to the top of the crane and called me. He had a good new and a bad new. He had a good visibility of them but they seemed to know what we were preparing. They had made roadblocks and were shooting at some of our veteranos who were walking nearby.

 

We jumped in our Stallion’s and made a roadblock near their. Four Greenwood’s were blocking the way, leading to more roadblocks. Team C was, already, in position but had a fight with some Grove Street boys blocking the freeway.

 

 

First of all, my name is Enrico Gonzalez. I was a veteranos at the time and I really liked my job. I was 28 years old, this day, and my birthday was the day after tomorrow.

 

We were hiding behind our cars, being outnumbered. This was a 32 versus 8 death match. Even if they had only 9mm’s, we could barely shoot. My partner, Frederico Gomez, lost his nerve, after two minutes ad shot three bullets of his Desert Eagle. The results were pretty satisfying; a headshot, a gut shot and a gas tank shot.

 

The explosion of the car made another car explode, killed the one who had the gut shot shot and five others of these putas. This, because it made them run away of the cars, gave us the opportunity to shoot and to throw Molotov’s and Satchel Charges at them. With this luck, the fight was a 27 versus 8 battle.

 

 

For me, my name’s Ricardo Diez and I was 33 at the time. I was a bejines. This was my first day in the gang and I had to do this. I was in team B.

 

Team A was to our left and a man was yelling orders. When a Greenwood exploded and made the three others explode, we quickly returned to our cars and started the plan. I follow my group to a roadblock, on the street leading to the back of the showroom.

 

 

I was sniping some Grove Street boys when I felt a strange pain in my stomach.

 

 

I only had to turn around to know why our sniper stopped shooting. He had been shot, by a lucky shooter, and was falling down.

 

“I said, “Rest in peace, amigo…” looking down.

 

 

When one of my partners pointed our falling sniper, I knew, even if they were just gangsters, that they had skilled shooters. The fight had greatly changed because of him. We had lost one of our mates and these putas had been reduced to 19.

 

 

My team and team B had finished off the roadblocks and were waiting for team C and the Jet Pack team to act to that we could break in into the parking…

 

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Chapter 4: Mister Wang

 

We heard explosions coming from the back of the showroom and heard seven more guns shooting in the parking, just as the Jet Pack team arrived. We managed to push them back and into the building.

 

The glasses were bulletproof. We only had two options left. We could explode the windows and the door and risk that the building collapse or try to find another entrance.

 

We tried to make them burn with Molotov’s, make them explode with Satchel Charges and ramming our cars into them to see that they were also fireproof, explosion proof and destruction proof.

 

I couldn’t believer it. The building had the four types of proof protection. We had only one option left. We needed to find another way in.

 

I was in the parking zone back of the showroom when I saw Ole Rifa with three Grove Street guys with him in a Greenwood racing towards the highway.

 

I quickly ran inside the garage before the door closed. I was alone in the dark but not for long. I heard someone walking in my direction and hided under the car to my right. By the way he was talking to two of these Los Santos gang members; I knew it was the guy my father wanted me to kill. Mister Wang.

 

I shot the three of them to the dead and pressed a switch that opened the garage door. Surprisingly, they didn’t hear a single thing. Everyone entered and we killed them all by surprise.

 

Now, we only had to deal with the remaining ones hanging in the streets…

 

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These chapters are the first and second one out of three for my 'hood war with supercris11.

 

For the second chapter, I didn't really fell into it. But still! I came up with something.

 

In the first one, I sold my SPANK for $285.77!

Edited August 16, 2010 by Landstalker

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

He lay in a four foot box, as in his cot.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Tyler]

My bad for the grammar, I add commas regularly because I am used to story-telling in writing. As such, when I talk I emphasise a silence in any case or story.

 

I'll be getting the new story out when I can get some inspiration.

[Landstalker]

 

Chapter 5: Burning Greens

We unlocked the door to let some of our guys dump the dead bodies somewhere and planned our last attack. This would be the start of a war with them. On the 29 that attacked the building, only 17 of them had survived.

 

All of a sudden, Aztecas and some Rifa arrived with my father. I knew something had happened. He walked to me and asked the others to go inside. He told me that on the 199 Rifa and the 37 Aztecas that only 27 of each gangs had survived.

 

At this moment, someone from our ‘vario in King’s arrived. He had two new for us; a good one and a bad one. The bad one; the remaining resistance had gathered up and planned an assault on us. The good one; had had, with him, 14 guys to help us.

 

We were 60 and we had 27 Aztecas to assist us. They were 56. My father thought that it would be an easy battle but he was wrong. It was going to be difficult.

 

We positioned our guys, in a way, to cover the most of the stronghold. Seven guys were on the Pay n’ Spray. Three with Sniper Rifles, one with some Molotov’s and three with SMGs. 14 on the showroom roof with the same weapons as those on the Pay n’ Spray roof. Everyone else was positioned around the parking with Desert Eagles, SMGs and Molotov’s.

 

Some of our guys had filled with gas the streets, the parking and the building as well as the Pay n’ Spray. They made it only for the exterior of the showroom. The attackers arrived just as we finished these tasks.

 

Three hours after the fight had started; we were caught in our HQ for this war. The cause; the fire we had set with the gas and the Molotov’s.

 

 

From the skies, piloting my Jet Pack, I was attracted by a huge square of fire burning the whole area near Wang Cars showroom. I waited for the fire to cease to approach. It seemed that the San Fierro Greens, like I used to call them, had lost Wang Cars showroom to the San Fierro Blues’ and that they launched an attack to take it back. 69 Greens’ had died, in the burning trap they went into, out of 113.

 

Somehow, after the fire got exhausted, they managed to open the door. We had no other choice than to destroy the stairs. One of my guys installed a Satchel Charge on it. We had nothing to fear, for now. I took a Molotov and launched it on the first floor and they all burned.

 

Unfortunately, the Aztecas had betrayed us and they had pushed down 27 of our guys who were looking down at them. Some of them, going too fast, slipped down. We shot the others. I waited a little bit before realizing we had won the battle.

 

 

For my part, I was not the only one, looking at this fight, in the sky. I was the leader of a secret set of the San Fierro Rifa. I was the leader of the Whetstone Rifa and my name was…

Edited August 16, 2010 by Landstalker

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Tyla]

I'd like to change gangs from the Sindacco's, but I'm not sure of which one I'll join yet (seen as there are so many choices now) so go ahead and remove me from the High Roller so if someone else wants the spot it's available for them. I have 12 stories from the other BUYG games that should be in my () so story count won't be an issue when I would like to move.

 

Thanks.

 

I'm glad your getting rid of those horrible cents by the time I'll be back writing here too

[UNRATED69]

 

 

 

Chapter 4: The Kidnapping

 

The office was extremely nice, filled with various paintings, sculptures, and vases. The office was so nice, it looked like it was worth more than the entire rest of the hotel. It was also filled with body guards, all holding different weapons with which they would defend the boss with their lives. Speaking of the boss, I saw him sitting in a swivel chair, facing away from me, looking out the window at the Venturas skyline. From this high up, you could see most of the city, and at this time of the night, the neon signs were all lit up, creating an expansive sea of bright reds, blues, purples, and pinks. One of the guards tapped the bosses shoulder when he saw me come in. He swiveled around, and I got my first look at the man behind it all.

 

He was a short man, probably wouldn't even come up to my neck, and he was fat (of course I would never say this), but still he gave off an aura of power. It made you feel like he was important, like if you crossed him, you'd wind up garotted in a ditch outside of town. He was balding, with only small patches of hair on either side of his head remaining, and he wore a fancy looking suit, pitch black except for the red tie that lay across his torso. I walked over to him, almost in disbelief that his man was behind everything good that had ever happened to me, but I shook it off and offered him the sack. He took it and cautiously looked inside, but his face changed from wary to pleased when he saw the contents. “Sit” he said, and motioned to the two chairs sitting in front of his desk. I sat down in the left one.

 

“Son, I have a job for you” he said. My face lit up at the thought of getting a job directly from the boss, but it lost some of the glamor when he handed me a note, after which I was hurriedly ushered out the door by one of the guards, who nearly took my hand off when he shut the door behind me. “Nice talkin' to ya” I said to no one in particular, and started for the elevator. I pushed the 'L' for lobby, took out the note, and started reading. “There is a local gang of thugs that has been moving in on our business. They are holed up in a hotel a little bit south of here. There is a van parked in the lot outside the hotel with a gun in the glove box. Take it, go over to the hotel, and kill all of their members, except for the leader. I want to have a word with him.” “A kidnapping” I thought “This should be fun” I walked outside, and sure enough, there was a brand new Pony sitting in the parking lot. I hurried over and got in, then immediately grabbed the gun from under the seat. It was a Tec-9, wrapped in a bandanna with 3 extra clips. I loaded it up, and drove out of the lot.

 

I drove around for five minutes, following the instructions on the note, and finally found the place. It was a small place, a piece of sh*t compared to the extravagent casinos that surrounded it, but it was cheap, and cheap was all most people could afford. I pulled into a spot at one end of the hotel's parking lot, and walked over to the other side, where some members of the gang were hanging out. They saw me and immediately pulled out their guns and started shooting. I dove behind a nearby car, which came under heavy fire as the gang emptied clip after clip into it. I laughed at how they wasted ammo shooting blindly at me, while I waited patiently for them to run out. Eventually there was a break in the action, and I took the opportunity to pop up from my cover, and returned fire, hitting every one of them with my more controlled shots, killing all 12 of them with almost no effort. I saw the doors of the hotel fly open, and more gang members spilled out into the lot.

 

They shot as they ran, but were no match for my expert shooting, as I dropped each of them with a single bullet, stopping only to reload when the 50 round clip was empty, but I never missed a beat, popping up as soon as I was done, and continuing the slaughter of the hapless gang. Eventually, their leader came out to assist in the battle, after which I dropped the last of the soldiers, and shot him in the leg, incapacitating him. He screamed with pain, but was silenced with a strip of duct tape. I slung him over my shoulder, walked back to the van, and threw him in the back.

 

He was struggling all the way back to the hotel, but I took no notice, and focused on the road. I didn't need the cops hassling me right now. I pulled into the underground lot behind the hotel, and was greeted by two fellow Mafia members, who waved me over to a parking space in the shadows. I got out, and one of them checked the back, to be sure it was the right man. He gave the other a thumbs up, and handed me a brown paper package, my pay for a job well done. They got into the van together and closed the doors. I could hear the gangster's muffled screams all the way to the elevator that would take me to back to the lobby. I almost felt sorry for the guy.

 

Almost.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

I sat all morning in the college sick bay

Counting bells knelling classes to a close.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Landstalker]

Neverming this post...

[Slingaa]

I'll rate your stories in a minute mate and I'll move myself to the Loco Syndicate, if that's okay.

 

I would add the GTA III gangs and Vice vehicles, but I don't know how to use code.

[Landstalker]

 

I'll rate your stories in a minute mate and I'll move myself to the Loco Syndicate, if that's okay.

 

I would add the GTA III gangs and Vice vehicles, but I don't know how to use code.

Thanks! That's ok, since there's not many members, yet...

 

Me too I didn't know how to code and look at BUYSAG V.1!

 

EDIT: I have found the missing vehicles. I'll add them and the coding of the GTA III game will begin!

 

EDIT 2: I forgot about the weapons.

Edited August 16, 2010 by Landstalker

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Landstalker]

I'm done with the vehicles and weapons of GTA VC. GTA III, here we are!

[Slingaa]

Chapter I

 

24th December, 1999

 

Snowflakes were falling softly on the ground outside of the Los Santos Police Department. Jack Fisher, a short, chubby, balding man with some black hair. He was wearing the standard orange police jumpsuit. Jack was rotting inside his cell, dreading his next beating. He looked outside of his barred window, thinking about being at home with his girlfriend for Christmas. It was a bitter winter night in San Andreas, the cold night air made Jack shudder. He heard footsteps. A tall, mean-looking police officer walked up to his cell door.

 

“Time for your beating, you fat f*ck,” said the police officer sharply, as he unlocked the cell door.

“Not yet,” said a muffled voice. The muffled voice came from a man behind him in a gas mask. The police officer turned round, and was punched in the face. His nose snapped, and he fell to the floor. He took off his gas mask, and it was Rocco Mancini, a friend of Jack’s from way back. He was a tall tanned Italian-American with slicked back black hair. He was a muscular man with a scar across the left side of his face.

“Rock!” exclaimed Jack, in his strong cockney accent. A huge grin appeared on his face.

“Care to do the honours, Jack?” asked Rocco, holding out a micro uzi.

“I f*cking do.” Jack took the uzi and fired off a few rounds at the downed cop. Blood splattered in the cell, and hit Rocco’s leather jacket. “Jesus, I just bought this!”

 

After wiping the blood off his jacket, Rocco held out a gas mask and said: “Put this on, you’ll need it.” Jack took it and put it over his head. Rocco took out another uzi and threw a tear gas grenade towards two oncoming cops. It sent out gas, which made the cops choke. One fell down after a few seconds, but the other reached towards his gun. Rocco shot him down before he could shoot them.

“Spare no-one!” yelled Rocco, as Jack hesitated to shoot the cop. But he did. They advanced towards the exit, slaughtering every police officer in their path. Finally, they found the main door and escaped. Outside was a helicopter, blocking up traffic, which were honking their horns furiously.

“Your ride, your highness,” chuckled Rocco, getting inside the helicopter. Jack followed him inside, laughing.

 

A pale-looking man with heavy stubble was sitting in the pilot seat.

“Fisher, you bald sh*t!” greeted the man. “I bet you’re glad to see us!”

“I sure am, Jason! Thank you guys!” replied Jack.

“Let’s go, motherf*ckers!” yelled Jason, laughing madly. He whirled up the helicopter blades and took off. Police cars and officers crowded on the ground, some running after the maverick.

“Why are you guys rescuing me anyway?” Jack asked, having to shout over the helicopter blades.

“Because we love you, dick weed!” replied Rocco. “Plus we’re rebuilding the Syndicate again.”

“Wow, really? I’d be more than ‘appy to join you guys,”

“What do you think we busted you out for?” said Jason. “Anyways, Merry Christmas bitch!”

 

I believe that was the first story, making me the leader. Also it was my Theme of the Week story. I'd like to sell my Rocket Launcher, Burrito, Picador, Tahoma and Speeder for a grand total of $4850. Thanks.

[Osric]

I will switch from Varrios Los Aztecas to Civilians at Blueberry Liquor Store.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.

Edited August 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Tyla]

I'd like to move to the Vercetti Gang at Diaz's Mansion.

[mrgypsie]

I'd like to join Russians in the Gray Imports

 

Thank you!

Edited August 17, 2010 by mrgypsie

[Landstalker]

I'll add you now!

 

I didn't finish the codings yesterday night because I felt asleep in front of my computer.

[Girish]

Seeing the continued interest in this topic and the fact that it is one of the most active ones in the somewhat dying SA forums, it's time to pin this topic. Thanks to Slingaa for bringing it to my attention.

 

Have fun, guys!