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You failed a first time, now you're failling a second time

 

 

 

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Rules1. Read all rules carefully before enlisting into a gang.[font[th]Guidelines1. Each gang starts out with 1,000 dollars, a few weapons and a minimum of one vehicle. Some vehicles are listed in red and may only be used after the tenth story posted for that gang.2. You may not use any weapons, vehicles, or other gang trades which you have not purchased; if you want to sell anything your gang owns you will of five bonuses. The unbracketed number is used for other rewards, such as weapons and vehicles, as well as unlocking the bonus vehicles for your gang.6. If you wish to expand, then you must buy property off of other gangs. You may only purchase property if it’s unoccupied. If the gang has an active member writing, only under a different property, then you must have their consent. If you’re buying a property which is in a city where your gang is already

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10th StoryFree weapon or drugs under $20015th StoryFree weapon under $40020th StoryVehicle of your choice under $30020th Story for your gangAny car free]

 

40th storyFree flight vehicle under $4,50040th story for your gang60th storyFree weapon under $1,10060th story for your gangAny flight vehicle free65th storyYour property gives a 10% bonus to every story70th story$700 bonus75th story'Hood density upgraped by 1080th storyYour

 

'Hood density upgraped by 10100th story$10,000 bonus

 

115th storyAny Racket or Business free120th storyEverything is free[tra 100% bonus to each story[/tr][/center Edited by Landstalker
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Portland
Cipriani's Restaurant
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$1052
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The Bikers

 

 

 

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Rackets, Assets, and Businesses

 

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I'm going to repost my chapters for the Vercetti Gang at Vercetti Estate/Diaz Mansion.

 

I'd also like to repeat my purchases/sales for the gang,

 

I'd like to sell the Infernus and the MP5, and buy a Stinger for $350, an Uzi for $180 and a Colt Python for $120 whenever it's possible. Great job getting this back up and running so fast, Landstalker.

 

 

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Guess Who Just Got Paroled

 

Bleakly scattered clouds of industrial pollution obscured the early morning twilight overhead the distant city limits on the outskirts of Liberty. Fog rolled across the rippling waves, the flickering red lights of buoys dancing within the water poked through the mist littered across the seascape. The isolated patch of land purposely sat far away from the rest of humanity; those who had parented its construction wanted to see to it that those that made a visit there became permanent residents of this segregated society, exiled from those innocents they deemed to be honest, hard-working citizens. Liberty City Maximum Security Penitentiary was a hell, known as one of the toughest high security wings in the country. Only the strongest survived; it was rare for anyone to ever prosper.

 

The prison was dead, the high concrete walls laced with spikes of barbed wire surrounded by seemingly complete silence. Inside, activity was prospering within a murky corridor; a crowd of three guards lined up outside a tightly restricted cell, congregating around a thickly bound steel door. It had been an early start for the prisoner, whom they led away through the winding turns that appeared to lead to nowhere.

 

A balding corrections officer lay slumped across a dimly lit desk, resting his head within his palms. Years of early starts and watching cons come and go did little to improve his work ethic. The group arrived and like clockwork, spread themselves apart behind the departing guest. Cockily, the officer in the middle gave him a shove forward with the butt of his baton, to which the prisoner did not flinch, only allowing himself to regain his straight posture. Awoken by orders, the corrections officer began to unearth the forgotten possessions in which the man of custody had hold of at the time of his arrest; a particularly gruesome incident.

 

Pushed across the desk were a beaten brown leather jacket, a slashed and torn black undershirt and dark trousers, the prisoner being instructed to take them into his hands. Seventy-Three Dollars and several spare cents were also placed down on the desk; a monetary amount once within his wallet. Finally, the officer rolled out a form accompanied with a pen.

 

Signing on the dotted line, he stepped backwards and was led away by anxious guards to change out of the once bright orange jumpsuit he had donned for so long. The time had arrived for him to finally be paroled, but those that knew of him were almost certain he would return. Sent down at twenty, it was aged thirty-five that Tommy Vercetti would become a free man once more.

 

They led him to a small sail boat moored outside the facility; water was the only means of access. They marched him on board, exercising their authority over him until the last second, but the image of Prison was soon to be a distant memory. For Tommy, it had been fifteen years of his life, and he had made sure each day had been well spent. Planning, plotting, and strengthening himself within his own bounds. He made a point of keeping his head down and not saying a word, not even considering selling out the Forelli Family in return for a house and new identity upstate. Tommy had a very personal beef with the Forelli’s, a score he deemed only himself worthy of settling. It was a testament to his strength that he had waited so long for his chance to put things right, never publicly voicing any dissatisfaction with Sonny Forelli; a name that Tommy once pledged his loyalty to, a name involved in his imprisonment, a name rumoured to have orchestrated it, and the figure behind his release from captivity today. Sonny had once called in favours, favours that had stopped Vercetti receiving the death penalty. He knew they wouldn’t keep him inside forever, though an official release date was never heard of. Sonny simply forgot about Tommy and carried on building the empire that dominated Liberty today.

 

A guard tossed a rope ashore, guiding the boat to a stop beside the land of Shoreside Vale. The other occupied himself unlocking the door on the deck, providing the gateway to the free land. Tommy walked along the short plank of wood connected to the pathway, the early morning sunrise now piercing its way through the rolling clouds of dusk; a new day, a new beginning. He wanted to get the ball rolling, and decided visiting an old haunt would be a good place to start. Walking down the beaten gravel laden track back to civilization as the boat engines stirred away from the shoreline, his gaze shifted to a chequered taxi cab travelling along the street; he extended his arm and flagged it down, climbing into the back seat, passing a handful of aged notes forth into the driver’s hand.

 

“Take me to Saint Marks.”

 

The cab ride from Shoreside Vale was dominated by extended bouts of silence, the only sounds being the engine and the driver heading into furious rages at other motorists whom clogged the lanes as Liberty fell into the grip of rush hour morning traffic. It eventually pulled to a curb outside a row of terraced housing in the heart of Saint Marks, Portland. As soon as Tommy set foot on the tarmac of the hustling, bustling street, the cab shot away, and he was left facing a run-down old guest house, littered in graffiti and brutal neglect. A twenty four hour neon sat in the window amongst some blinds; barely visible in the daylight.

 

Two Forelli mobsters parked their car in an alleyway on the opposite side of the street, stepping out and anxiously looking around for anyone who would potentially witness them stuffing a corpse into the back of their vehicle. One scanned the crowd of people lining the street opposite; his face turned to stone when his gaze caught sight of Tommy Vercetti. Vercetti had little reservation about openly looking around, casually reminiscing about the times he had spent in the neighbourhood. Whether or not he had more balls than brains, or whether he actually was fearless, the Forelli ran off to debate with his accomplice. One thing for sure was that Tommy Vercetti being back on the streets wouldn’t be a secret for long.

 

 

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Simple Solution

 

Sonny Forelli dipped his bare feet into the pool, the lukewarm temperature surrounding his soles as he sat on the edge of a sun lounger; he anxiously looked around. His residence was that of a mansion, located in the lush Shoreside Vale neighbourhood of Cedar Grove. The spoils of his hard work over the past fifteen years were clear to see; a Stinger sports car in the garage, champagne in his glass and models relaxing at poolside. He exchanged grins with them before getting up from the lounger and going off into the house.

 

He cupped his hands around an Uzi as he wondered into the basement. Forelli was a superstitious man who secretly feared that what goes around comes around, and when his time came he wanted to be ready for it. He put the Uzi down and replaced it with a Colt Python; placing six bullets in the chamber and spinning it with his fingers.

 

He may have reduced Tommy Vercetti to nothing but an ex-con with a chip on his shoulder, but he knew full well what the man was capable of. He had gotten too dangerous at the start of the seventies, too hungry; bodies were piling up in the midst of a mob war and Tommy wanted to move up in the hierarchy, as Sonny was doing himself, but the old men were having none of it and Sonny was told to get rid.

 

Sonny had set Vercetti on each of the rival families, having him muscle in on their business and perform mob killings that weren’t authorised by the collective ruling panel. This resulted in much anger towards Vercetti; Sonny allowed him to be used as a lightning rod and simply took what the families had without anyone getting wise. Eventually it became apparent that Sonny was moving up; he saw it to be the perfect time to get rid of Tommy and make a name for himself in the process. He ordered a hit on his main rival, Bruno, and ordered Tommy to murder him. Unknown to Vercetti, Sonny was setting him up for a fall. He had sent ten bodyguards to accompany Bruno wherever he went, ten men who knew he would be coming.

 

As he placed the Revolver into his waistband, Sonny recalled the sit-down he and his cousins, Franco and Giorgio, had at Marco’s Bistro a few hours previous. He had instructed Franco to take care of Vercetti, and hoped that what he had presented would appease Tommy and keep him far; far away from anything he could do to Sonny or his business.

 

“So... what are we ‘gonna do, Sonny?” was the question that left Franco Forelli’s lips, the man who broke the news of Vercetti’s freedom to the family, as the Forelli’s were gathered around a large table in the back room of the Bistro. Sonny’s answer was simple; the family would treat Vercetti like a loyal soldier and send him to Vice City in Florida, well away from their operations up north. He would have Tommy establish a drug cartel on behalf of the Forelli Family of which they could profit from without the Liberty City Mafia knowing, and eventually have him murdered and pass the operation off to somebody else. This would quell the hunger of a man such as Vercetti, Sonny thought, and would also suffice as a reward for his continued loyalty.

 

Sonny had watched as Franco called for one of his men to pay Tommy a visit at the guest house in Saint Marks. He wanted for Vercetti to know his place if he still wanted to work for the Forelli Family, and instructed his man to be heavy with him.

 

Sure enough, an hour later, the young Forelli associate, Dino, pulled the straps of his black leather jacket tighter around his neck as he stood outside the place Tommy was residing at. Lit embers from his cigarette danced away in the passing breeze as he looked up at Vercetti’s window, overlooking the bustling street in Saint Marks behind him. Dino was aware that he was viewed by the Forelli’s as a young kid on the up; making an example of a man with Vercetti’s reputation would surely reaffirm his credentials for promotion. He walked inside, meeting gazes with the man on the desk.

 

“I’d like to know which room Tommy Vercetti is in.” Dino asked as politely as possible.

 

“I’d like to see Love Fist, but sh*t ain’t gonna happen.”

 

Dino threw his hands onto the clerk’s collar and pulled him half way across the desk, allowing his gaze to pierce up close and personal. “Which room?” he shouted.

 

“Three.” the clerk winced; he gasped as he was thrown back into a metal cabinet, forming a slump on the floor.

 

Dino made his way up the stairs away from the desk, searching for room number three at the top of the flight of steps. It was a battered brown wooden door with the number three half hanging off. This is what Tommy Vercetti had been reduced to, he thought. This is going to be easy.

 

Tommy cautiously stepped to the door after hearing eager knocking. He stroked his day old stubble and opened up, seeing the young man standing at the door.

 

“Tommy Vercetti?”

 

Tommy nodded, looking Dino up and down.

 

Dino smiled, annoying Vercetti. He grinned again, like a shark, and moved forward “Franco Forelli...” he bought his hands forward in the slightest motion; Vercetti slammed the door towards them, catching Dino’s right hand between the frame with precision, cutting Dino off before he could finish his sentence, words turning to screams of pain.

 

“Franco Forelli what?!” Tommy’s stone-like face rippled as he barked at Dino, his voice echoing with menace. When he heard no reply but a wince, he slammed the door on the hand again. His heavy seat brow cast an intimidating frown.

 

“Franco...” he cried, “wants to meet you at the casino in Torrington!”

 

“When, prick?”

 

“Today!”

 

Tommy freed Dino’s now crushed hand from the vice, watching him grab hold of it in an instant and nurse his mangled fingers. He stepped forth from the door and pushed him backwards, watching him take a tumble down the first step and collapse against the solid wall.

 

“Tell Franco I’ll be there, but I don’t appreciate him sending a moron like you to rough me up.” he announced, asserting his dominance over Dino, standing over him, staring at him with fearsome eyes. “Don’t come near me again.” He looked at the younger man for a moment longer, and then walked back into his room, leaving Dino to get back on his feet and take the news of his reservation to Franco Forelli at his casino in Torrington.

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When we get the Mafioso of the game out, I'll decide where to join from there. If any Moderators happen to stumble by, they might want to change the sub-title of this topic and pin it, but that is purely unneeded.

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Well, I wouldn't mind, but people who have more than one chapter might be offended. Count the chapters in the parenthesis along with IV stories.

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Staying with zero would be the best option I think, seen as people's story counts are all over the place; this new topic could be considered a brand new start. Though if someone has sufficient previous chapters they should be allowed to change gangs, but shouldn't receive any bonuses unless they've written 5, 10, and so forth an amount of stories.

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So? If I have 30 chapters, I earn $600? cool.gif

 

I'll join the Red Jacks at the Wichita Gardens Hideout.

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So? If I have 30 chapters, I earn $600? cool.gif

 

I'll join the Red Jacks at the Wichita Gardens Hideout.

I don't mean that. I meant story counts should be set to zero with no bracketed numbers. It seems fairer that way.

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Tyla: $48. Your writing is amazing; you have a rich, college-level vocabulary and the writing flows very well.

 

~Cheers~

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Although I've already joined the Leones, I will be joining two gangs this time round. Which will be The Bikers. I will take over Joey's Garage for The Leones and the Greasy Chopper for The Bikers. I would be sending the weapon list to Landstalker soon.

 

Here's my first three chapters for The Bikers. I would like to buy Brass Knuckles and Molotovs please.

 

 

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Chapter 1: START YOUR ENGINES!

 

I woke up in the Greasy Chopper with puke all over my face. That was a classical case of a f*cked up hangover and all I could remember was me drinking a shot of whiskey. Or vodka, I'm still not sure what the hell I drank though but it sure as hell tasted good.

 

As I stumbled my way through the restroom of the bar to wash the puke out off my face, Big Mitch Baker, A.K.A Mr President of The Bikers, smacked me hard in the head to get my attention. Imagine just waking up from a f*cked up hangover and getting smacked hard on the head. Not a good feeling of course.

 

I fell clumsily onto the floor and Big Mitch Baker helped me up and said something like a greeting. "Hello Mr. Vice President. Had a good drink last night?"

 

I was still drunk and could not make out what he was saying. All I heard was Mr. Vice President. I mumbled, "Vice President? Why that's f*cking me!"

 

"Yes that is you. Now wake up Drake!" He shouted out so loud I felt my brains falling out of my ears.

 

I fell again, this time, I found myself in the restroom. "Uh, who's Drake?"

 

Big Mitch Baker felt annoyed, "That's you dumbass. Drake West, Vice President of the Vice City Bikers. Wash yourself and get the f*ck outside!"

 

I was sober as I could be after I washed my face off. I strolled out the Greasy Chopper to find my fellow bikers with Big Mitch Baker on their bikes. A prospect, Newton Marlon, was preparing my Angel for me. He really had high respect for me since I am the VP. My bike would always be super clean when he's around it.

 

I got on my bike and thanked Newton, "Good job my trusty prospect. Here take this tip and get yourself one helluva hangover like I did."

 

"You're very welcome but I ain't gonna buy me a hangover. I'm gonna buy me a hooker!" Newton always love the ladies.

 

I fistpumped him for that, "Amen my brother."

 

I started my Angel and the engine was as sweet as ever but the bike that was just behind me was stronger than mine. The engine roared through the whole Downtown and I easily recognised whose bike it was. I looked behind and saw Otto, the Sargeant At Arms of the club, starting his fearsome Freeway. He's one scary motherf*cker with a terrfying bike.

 

He came up to me and asked, "Do you know what we doing?"

 

"Live free?" What else could the Bikers do?

 

Otto chuckled, "That, and a protection run for the Love Fist band. We gotta escort their limo and them to some rocking concert in Little Haiti."

 

At first, I just thought it was another day on the job but then I realized it was just a band. "Protection run for Love Fist? Seriously who's gonna attack them?"

 

Otto kind of agreed on that, "Well yeah, just a band. But let me rephrase my sentence, rocking concert in Little Haiti."

 

And the thought soon came up onto me. Little Haiti, Haitians. Rocking concert for Haitians, that could not be good. I gave a nod to Otto and the Bikers started rolling to the Love Fist studio.

 

When we arrived, Kent Paul and Love Fist were already in their limo. Big Mitch Baker signalled them the green light to go, ensuring it is safe. "Get in formation people! Keep your eyes sharp for any Haitians."

 

The VP always drive beside the President so I revved up my bike to stay in the same speed as Big Mitch Baker.

 

I could tell Big Mitch Baker was already hating that protection run when he said to me while we were following the limo, "Love Fist are really a group of dumbasses. The Haitians are already very protective on their turf and they want to play they? What kind of Haitian listens to rock?"

 

I could not resist joking, "Well they are Love Fist. They spread the love but in return they get a pack full of fists."

 

Big Mitch Baker, apparently, did not get the joke, "The irony."

 

We were not even near Little Haiti when we heard the first gunshot onto the limo. One of the bandmates screamed, "f*ck NO I DON'T WANT TO f*ckING DIE!" Crying could be heard in the limo even from a distance. Shows how the band got some good vocals.

 

Haitians soon popped out from everywhere. Otto toss me a stubby shotgun and I felt hyped to blast it away on some black garbage.

 

Big Mitch Baker ordered us to get into cover and the war was on. Gunshots flew everywhere and a Haitian shot my Angel. That really got my adrenaline running. You can f*cked with a man's life but you do not f*cked with his bike. I spotted the Haitian who shot my bike and I ran towards him, not caring about the bullets whizzing past me. I sneaked around him and fired my shotgun behind him. I think I dislocated his shoulder. "f*cking prick." I shot him again for the sheer hell of it. Big Mitch Baker shouted at me, "Drake for f*ck sake's don't go commando at a moment like this! Follow me while we escort Love Fist to safety. And try not to get shot you dumbass!"

 

All this and I still felt a little bit drunk.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: ROCK AND ROLL

 

Mitch drove off escorting the Love Fist limo without me. The president was always impatient. I ran towards my bike, trying to avoid the bullets flying around me, and followed Mitch without haste.

 

It was hard keeping up with him and the Love Fist limo, especially agaisnt Downtown traffic. Also, it was definitely not a good day to speed on the road with heavy rain flooding the roads. I struggled to keep my bike together when I almost hit a curb. A truck driver behind me was honking at me and bellowing out vulgarities at me. He backed off after he saw a stubby shotgun attached to my bike.

 

The moment I caught sight of Mitch was the beginning of a major f*cked up. Not long after I finally caught up with Mitch, a Haitian Voodoo was tailing us closely trying to ram us off the road. It was not a problem at first, not until they started firing an Uzi at us.

 

Mitch shouted fiercely, "Haitians, bunch of motherf*ckers! Drake spilt up, let the Haitians follow you."

 

I questioned his order, "What? Why do I want somebody who wants to kill me follow me?"

 

Mitch chuckled, "Because I'm your president. Duh!"

 

I turned at a junction and stopped my bike to take a shot at the Voodoo with my shotgun. I fired two shells at the car before the shotgun jammed. Unfortunately, a shotgun's range isn't very far but they did however noticed somebody shooting at them. And that somebody was me.

 

I hesitantly threw my shotgun away when they were driving fast towards me. I drove off but later lost control of my bike due to the slippery road. My bike slid across the road and I was flung ten feet away from my bike. The Haitians stopped their Voodoo and got out of their car to finish the job on me. I taunted them the middle finger and apparently, taunting a middle finger to the Haitians was like murder to them. And revenge for murder was not very satisfying. They took out a motherf*cking M4 from their Voodoo just to kill me.

 

I already fractured my left arm due to the crash and I was glad I had a Colt 45. tucked in my jeans. I ran into a nearby Pizza Shack to take cover. I fired two shots in the Pizza Shack to clear the area as I did not want any innocent people to die just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The customers and the staff ran out in fear and the Haitians fired rounds into the place blindly. It killed two innocent people and I was definitely remorseful about it. And to add insult to injury, they shot my fractured left arm.

 

I pounced behind the counter and nervously loading my gun. I had never in my life been put into a situation like that. I said a prayer silently, took a deep breath to calm my nerves and got out of cover to shoot the Haitians after me. They fired back and I waited for them to run out of ammo. They kept spraying rounds of M4 into the Pizza Shack and gave me no opportunity to pop out of cover to shoot back. Pizzas and sodas were replaced by bullet holes and gun powder.

 

I scampered the entire place for something useful against the Haitians. I opened up a fridge and saw bottles of alcohol. I remembered what my father taught me of Molotov cocktails and I grabbed my lighter and those bottles to make some. I lit up a bottle and threw it at them. They were not afraid by it and continued firing at me. I threw a second on and it made the run like the cowards their.

 

I taunted them as they were running, “You pricks, come back here and fight like the bitch you are!” At that moment, I never knew Karma actually existed. The Haitians came back with reinforcements and surrounded the Pizza Shack. My face suddenly changed from tough and confident to wimpy and scared.

 

All I had was one good arm and a Colt 45. The Haitians had a f*ckload of firepower and plenty of backups trying to f*ck me up.

 

I literally had no way out.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3: TRAPPED AND WOUNDED

 

"I'm a man, who does not prays a lot. I'm a man, who has commited lots of sins. I'm a man, who is an outlaw. I should be in hell for now." The sudden flashes of buried memories stunned me as death approached me. Those words were spoken by my father, the founder of the Bikers. I closed my eyes just to finish up the memory that was flashing by me, "My son, although I am a..." He paused for awhile to withdraw his guilt, "I am a criminal, know this. Your daddy can't do very much and this is the only thing I know how to do. Outlaws of the road, yes indeed I am. I know one day you will take over the Bikers and be damn sure I will be proud of you."

 

The memory was interrupted after I almost got shot by one of the Haitians surrounding the Pizza Shack. Blood was gushing out of my left arm and I only had 3 clips of my Colt 45. left. I frantically searched through my pockets for anything useful agaisnt the Haitians and to my anger, I only found my phone. I shouted in my stupidness, "Of course, backup!"

 

As you can imagined, my shouting was very loud. So loud that the Haitians, who were busy firing their guns at me, heard me shouting. There was a deadly silence in the air and that was when I knew they were sneaking into the building. I locked all of the back doors and took cover behind the counter, waiting for them to enter by the front door. As I took cover, I dialed Mitch's number to request for backup. "Beep, beep, beep..." I hated phone beebs, especially at a time like that. It turns out that a Pizza Shack has bad phone reception.

 

"All right you sons of bitches, one way in and no way out." I whispered to myself just in case they did not heard me shouting again and go apesh*t all over me. As I predicted, they came in the front door like rats chasing the cheese. I fired my Colt 45. at nothing but the front door. My eyes and my gun were only focused on the wave of Haitians storming through the front door. I had a troubled time reloading my gun with only one good arm. I tried lifting up my left arm but it hurts very bad. I felt like I was running out of blood.

 

I took a deep breath, clicked my gun and popped out of cover only to find the Haitians in front of my face. I prayed, for anything that could save me. And with that prayer, I blacked out.

 

I woke up, only to hear the familiar roars of engines. Gunshots soon followed and lastly was somebody screaming "f*ck, yeah!" I struggled to get up on my feet but was later helped up by somebody. That somebody was Otto.

 

He hugged me and applied a bandage onto my bleeding left arm. He asked joyfully, "You really got yourself into a mess, eh? Where's your bike?"

 

I was too tired to talk and just pointed to a wrecked Freeway outside of the Pizza Shack. Otto cheekily responded with a laugh, "Alright brother, how about riding shotgun on my bike?" I showed him my Colt 45. to tell him I was out of ammo. "Out of ammo?" He looked around the place to see how many Haitians bodies were there and he gave a big laugh for that. "Ok I can understand that. Here take this Uzi and start talking would ya?"

 

I hopped onto the back of his bike and we drove to the Love Fist concert we were suppose to protect. I noticed a car tailing us suspiciously and without haste, I sprayed my Uzi onto that car. Otto panicked and almost lost control of the bike, "Hey, what the f*ck man?"

 

I finally spoke a word, "Go!" Well one word anyway.

 

I waited for that car to do something before I started firing again. After a few metres of road, a Haitian finally popped out of the side window with a motherf*cking M4. Curse my f*cking Karma. As he was busy shooting at us, I realized he was the same Haitian who shot my left arm. "Time for revenge." I thought, with the sickest of doings.

 

The Haitian nearly shot us and I blamed Otto for his handling of the bike, "Drive faster!"

 

But Otto felt that I was the one to be blamed, "Shoot better!"

 

It was time to end this once and for all.

 

 

PS: That's a very nice artwork dont ya think?

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Just a bit of background info, also my first chapter

 

 

Chapter I

 

San Andreas National Guard PC

 

Please Enter Password:

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Soldier Profiles:

 

NAME: Cody Diesel

 

DOB: 2nd September, 1970 (23)

 

PLACE OF BIRTH: Juniper Hill, San Fierro

 

NATIONALITY: African American

 

RANK: Private

 

DEPARTMENT: C.R.A.S.H v2

 

STATIONED AT: National Guard Depot, Ocean Docks, Los Santos

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Thanks for the rating, but is it legit? Who rated it? Can you do a rate for both chapters that I posted?

 

 

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Chapter Three: The Plan

 

In the dirty bathroom mirror, Tommy Vercetti combed his hair back neatly and quickly splashed some cold water on his face. He had a date with Franco Forelli and wanted to present himself accordingly. The torn and slashed edges of his black t-shirt were tucked into his trousers; though he couldn’t hide that the fifteen year old item of clothing was too small on him, it only sufficed to give his physique that pumped look.

 

He left the guest house and walked out onto the bustling street in Saint Marks, turning the corner and beginning a walk down to the subway station in Chinatown. He walked tall and confident; the average passer by would not have guessed that this man was a notorious former mafia hitman. Perhaps they had forgotten all about the Harwood Butcher after all. The corrections department had worried that he would not reintegrate back into society well after spending all of those years inside, and that he would soon fall back into his old habits as a mob thug. Little did they know what the Forelli’s had planned for him.

 

Reaching the subway station, he stopped for a breather and a look around. The Chinese presence in the area shocked him; the last time he stood in this place it was still made up of predominately Italian families and was considered a part of Saint Marks. How times changed. The mob controlled neon’s of the Red Light District still flickered faithfully in the distance, even if Triad fish trucks passed down the lanes. He strolled down to the platform and watched the train slow to a stop at the platform, rolling up in all its graffiti clad glory.

 

The train ride to Staunton Island was an uncomfortable one. Flurries of people were crammed into the coach and Tommy found himself fighting through for a seat. Once it came to a stop at Staunton South Station in Bedford Point, the people flocked out. He waited for them to shift before getting off, preferring to maintain a low key presence, and made his way by foot to Torrington.

 

The casino that stood before him screamed excess; typical of Franco Forelli, Tommy thought. He fondly remembered him as a greedy little weasel-boy, and it was clear to see all Franco’s greasing had paid off. The inside was structured in a typically lavish fashion; he walked along a plush red carpet and stared at expensive stone marble walls. As he became almost lost in the extravaganza, a large suited figure appeared beside him.

 

“Vercetti?” the deep voiced asked.

 

“That’s right.” Tommy turned and stood face to face with the man, who took a back step and gestured to the right.

 

“Follow me.”

 

The figure navigated through the crowds of tourists with Tommy in tow, leading him to an office in a quieter part of the venue. He opened the door and led Tommy inside, where Franco Forelli and another man were gathered at a desk.

 

Franco was a man of slight build. He was compact and weasel like; one wouldn’t assume he was the man in control of Staunton Island’s vast amount of rackets, but appearances could be deceptive. His beady eyes shifted their gaze towards Vercetti as he stood before him. A sly grin, akin to that of a shark, formed on Franco’s face as he reclined in his chair.

 

“I’m Franco Forelli.”

 

“I know.” Vercetti groaned almost unenthusiastically, shattering the vibe of cockiness and power Franco had built up in the room with his two associates. Franco simply looked at him, stumped, but carried on, not dismayed.

 

“I see you’ve already met Lee,” the head of the large heavy that bought Tommy to the office turned to face him, “This is Harry.” Franco pointed his palm towards the smaller man by the desk, his moustache twitched as he acknowledged Tommy with a faint smile. Neither man knew each other before they had met, no one in the room bar Franco knew of Tommy’s reputation and held any hate towards Vercetti; he had hand picked Harry and Lee from the family specifically for this reason.

 

Franco’s hand reached down to the drawers of his desk as the men made acquaintances. He pulled out a package of Cocaine; there looked to be about one kilo’s worth inside, and he placed it on the desk.

 

“Do you know what this is, Tommy?”

 

Tommy nodded.

 

“There’s a lot of money in this stuff nowadays. A lot of opportunity. It’s an opportunity for the Liberty City Families, and we’re getting to it first. Sonny respects that you went away for a long time,” Tommy rolled his neck as Franco spoke. If only he knew the half of it. He probably did, given his slimy antics. “He appreciates that kind of loyalty. We all do, Tommy. That’s why we’re giving you a bump. We want you to establish and man a drug cartel for us.... in Vice City.”

 

Vice City. Tommy had heard of the place. It was all drugs, and the fact he had never dealt in them for the Forelli’s made him think twice of their suggestions.

 

“What’s the catch?”

 

“No catch. It’s a three million dollar investment,” he turned his head towards two briefcases that sat close to Harry’s leg, “An investment that will keep maturing. And it’s in you we trust to make sure that this investment is protected, see?”

 

Tommy nodded in agreement. The bigger picture had already begun to form in his head. This could be the perfect springboard for his personal gain.

 

“Harry and Lee will accompany you. We’ll be in touch.” he reclined in his chair once more, before propping himself up one last time. “Oh, and Tommy, it’s not 1971 anymore.” he grinned, “Try and dress more accordingly, huh?” he laughed, to which Vercetti appeared unfazed.

 

“I’ll bear that in mind.”

 

Tommy turned and left the office, shutting the door behind him. He slowly inspected himself and his clothing for a moment.

 

“Prick.”

 

He left the casino, and decided to wade through the crowds surrounding the skyscrapers to find somewhere to have a drink. A cocktail bar with an exotic flashing pink cocktail glass caught his eye and he wondered inside. It was quiet, spare a few people. He ordered a drink with his final few bills, and then turned his attention to a lone woman drinking in the corner; a seductive smile crept upon his face. He went over.

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Thanks for the rating, but is it legit? Who rated it? Can you do a rate for both chapters that I posted?

It's not legit.

 

TO EVERYBODY, PLEASE IGNORE THE ORIGINAL BUYSAG ACCOUNT. JUST WAIT TILL IT GETS BANNED.

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mrpain~ If you do the weapons list, insert the III, VC, SA, LCS, VCS weapons in it. Thanks.

 

Added to the Leone Mafia Family at Joey's Garage and the Bikers at the Greasy Chopper.

 

Tyla~ Ok. I guess I understood you wrong.

 

Added to the Vercetti Gang at the Vercetti Estate.

 

Slingaa~ Aded to the San Andreas Army at the National Guard Depot.

 

Vercetti27~ Added to Aunti Pulet's House with the Haitians.

 

Vidalo~ Added to the San Andreas Army at KACC.

 

Osric~ Added to the Purple Nines at the Staunton View Picnic Area.

 

Landstalker~ Added to the Red Jacks at the Wichita Gardens Hideout.

 

BUYSAG~ I don't know who made this rate but one thing is sure; he or she added "~Cheers~". That was my "trademark" ratings closure. I don't know why, but I'm sure he or she tried to put the blame on me.

 

"~Cheers, Landstalker~" This is my trademark.

 

I'll rate and make the selling and buying changes later. I need to finish to add the Law and Order remaining gangs.

 

~Cheers, Landstalker~

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You could ask for someone to check out the IP address of that post and find out who it was that way, seen as it was a new post and the others were edited.

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You could ask for someone to check out the IP address of that post and find out who it was that way, seen as it was a new post and the others were edited.

 

We can't.

 

EDIT: How are the weapons and vehicles going on?

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You could ask for someone to check out the IP address of that post and find out who it was that way, seen as it was a new post and the others were edited.

 

We can't.

 

EDIT: How are the weapons and vehicles going on?

mrpain is suposed to send me the weapons. I'll work on the vehicles, unless someone wants to make a list of all the III, VC, SA, VCS and LCS vehicles.

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Would this suffice mate?

 

 

[tableb][b][color=lightgreen]Weapons[/color][/b][b][color=red]Melee[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Brass Knuckles$5Screwdriver$6Knife$7Cleaver$7Hammer$10Axe$10Baseball Bat$10Pool Stick$10Golf Club$15Night Stick$15Machete$15Katana$45Chainsaw$75[b][color=grey]Hand-Guns[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Colt .45$95Silenced 9mm$115Colt Python$120Desert Eagle$140[b][color=gold]Sub-Machine Guns[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Tec-9$140Ingram Mac-10$150Uzi 9mm$180MP5$250[b][color=salmon]Shotguns[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Shotgun$250Sawn-off Shotgun$300Combat Shotgun$350Spaz-12 Shotgun$400[b][color=violet]Machine Guns[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Ruger$400AK47$530M4$675[b][color=cyan]Rifles[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Hunting Rifle$50Sniper Rifle$300PSG-1$950[b][color=maroon]Throwables[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Molotovs$5Tear Gas$50Grenade$65Satchel Charge$300[b][color=purple]Heavy Artillery[/color][/b][b]Price[/b]Flamethrower$2000Rocket Launcher$3000Minigun$4000Heat Seeking Rocket Launcher$5000[/tableb][color=red][b]___________________________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/color][b][u][color=7FFF00]Vehicles[/color][/u][/b][tableb]

Land

Vehicle

Availability

Price

Admiral

3

$300

Alpha

3

$350

Angel

3

$500

Barracks OL

3

$3,000

Banshee

3

$800

BF-400

3

$600

BF Injection

3

$450

Bike

3

$35

BMX

3

$45

Blade

3

$450

Blista Compact

3

$350

Bobcat

3

$200

Bravura

3

$350

Broadway

3

$350

Buccaneer

3

$300

Buffalo

3

$500

Bullet

3

$800

Burrito

3

$200

Burrito, Gang

3

$300

Bus

3

$375

Caddy

3

$200

Cadrona

3

$500

Cartel Cruiser

3

$500

Clover

3

$150

Cheetah

3

$750

Club

3

$450

Comet

3

$550

Elegant

3

$450

Elegy

3

$500

Emperor

3

$550

Euros

3

$450

Faggio

3

$100

FCR-900

3

$700

Feltzer

3

$450

Flash

3

$600

Forelli Excess

3

$600

Fortune

3

$500

Freeway

3

$500

Glendale

3

$300

Greenwood

3

$200

Hermes

3

$275

Hermes, Cuban

3

$300

Hotknife

3

$500

Huntley

3

$450

Hustler

3

$500

Infernus

3

$800

Intruder

3

$375

Jester

3

$600

Kuruma

3

$475

Landstalker

3

$400

Majestic

3

$250

Manana

3

$175

Merit

3

$350

Mesa Grande

3

$275

Moonbeam

3

$300

Mountain Bike

3

$50

Nebula

3

$250

NRG-500

3

$775

Oceanic

3

$300

Patriot

3

$650

PCJ-600

3

$650

Perennial

3

$225

Phoenix

3

$600

Picador

3

$350

Polaris V8

3

$500

Pony

3

$300

Premier

3

$400

Previon

3

$400

Quadbike

3

$450

Rancher

3

$375

Rancher, Gang

3

$425

Regina

3

$250

Remington

3

$400

Rhino (Tank)

3

$9,000

Rumpo

3

$200

Rumpo, Hoodz

3

$250

Sabre

3

$500

Sabre Turbo

3

$575

Sanchez

3

$450

Savanna

3

$450

Securicar

3

$1,600

Sentinel

3

$550

Sentinel XS

3

$600

Sentinel, Mafia

3

$600

Slamvan

3

$575

Sindacco Argentino

3

$600

Solair

3

$300

Strattford

3

$300

Stallion

3

$400

Stallion, Diablo

3

$550

Stinger

3

$700

Stinger, Yakuza

3

$500

Stratum

3

$375

Streetfighter

3

$115

Stretch

3

$600

Sultan

3

$600

Sunrise

3

$550

Super GT

3

$800

Tahoma

3

$350

Tampa

3

$400

Triad Fish Van

3

$400

Turismo

3

$750

Uranus

3

$550

Vincent

3

$350

Virgo

3

$200

Yardie Lobo

3

$400

Voodoo

3

$275

Yosemite

3

$300

Wayfarer

3

$400

Walton

3

$250

Washington

3

$500

Willard

3

$350

ZR-350

3

$750

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Boats

Vehicle

Availability

Price

Coast Guard

3

$1,500

Cuban Jetmax

3

$1,500

Dinghy

3

$500

Jetmax

3

$1,500

Launch

3

$1,500

Marquis

3

$1,500

Predator

3

$1,500

Reefer

3

$1,500

Rio

3

$1,500

Speeder

3

$2,500

Squallo

3

$1,500

Tropic

3

$1,500

Vortex

3

$3,500

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Aircraft

Vehicle

Availability

Price

AT-400

3

$15,000

Beagle

3

$14,500

Cargobob

3

$14,000

Cropduster

3

$10,000

Dodo

3

$10,500

Hunter

3

$999,999

Hydra

3

$999,999

Leviathan

3

$13,000

Maverick

3

$12,500

Nevada

3

$12,750

News Chopper

3

$13,450

Police Maverick

3

$14,000

Raindance

3

$13,600

Rustler

3

$1,900

Sea Sparrow

3

$6,400

Shamal

3

$10,500

Skimmer

3

$7,000

Sparrow

3

$5,500

Stunt Plane

3

$3,000

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edit: A couple of weapons would need to be coded in; the M60, M249, Butterfly Knife, Chisel, Skorpian, Silenced Mac 10, Hockey Stick, Sword, Cane and the MP5k (off the top of my head)

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Thanks! I think Slingaa beat Tyla this time tounge2.gif

 

I'm thinking of making a monetary, vehicle and weapon market system.

 

VC $

LC $

SA $

 

$1 VC = $0.50 LC or $0.65 SA

$1 LC = $0.85 SA or $1.10 VC

$1 SA = $1.15 VC or $1.35 LC

 

LC vehicle market (LC and LCS)

VC vehicle market (VC and VCS)

SA vehicle market (SA)

 

LC weapon market (LC and LCS)

VC weapon market (VC and VCS)

SA weapon market (SA)

 

If someone from Vice City wants to buy a car but that it's not on the VC vehicle market and that on the LC one it is and the cost is $150, he would have to pay $300 since $1 VC is $0.50 LC. 150x2=300.

 

What do you think, guys?

 

EDIT: BUYSAG is finally banned.

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