[Francis Szumilo]

Great to hear! I can't wait to continue my story with the Ancelotti's.

[Build Up Your Gang]

OKAY, the new system is live.
Writers: enjoy!

I've posted the new front pages, officially signifying that the new Build Up Your Gang IV is go.

** Update 7th Feb **
Rules 99% complete. Changes include:
Introduced a default vehicle for each gang. This gives a player something to start with, so that they aren't lost for anything to write about.
Also, introduced a rule that gives a new player, that is new to the game, not someone who changes gang a pistol. This means they can write something interesting in the first story and not just write crap so that they can afford something to start writing about.

Outstanding work
Drugs will be introduced shortly.
Writers' cards will be polished to perfection as reviews start happening.
Staff is going to complete the final review under the old system. This will include the outstanding stories by:
The Lost Biker
vinnygorgeous
Vinnieleone
Osric and Francis Szumilo will be rated as a part of the new system as they have wrote stories for the Ancelottis, who officially didn't exist until now!

Staff would like to thank everyone enormously for their patience through this transition. It has taken longer than I had planned but we got there!

This post has been edited by Build Up Your Gang on Monday, Feb 7 2011, 22:35

[aragond]

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's AWWWN now!

QUOTE (Build Up Your Gang @ Sep 19 2008, 21:45)

HOW TO JOIN Just post your first story, for which gang and at which location it is set, and when Staff get around to rating stories, your name will be added to the list of scorecards below.

YAY! Thank you. I think we can all agree that was BAAAAAAAADLY needed!

Question:

QUOTE

Staff is going to complete the final review under the old system.

Just to clarify, will those ratings be fed into the new system? Is there any difference in the way the two systems will rate? In other words, why the distinction?

And, with regard

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Introduced a default vehicle for each gang. This gives a player something to start with

... can this be extended 2 those of us already with player cards? I know it's a nuisense, but I really can't function without my Sentinel.

Awesome news, btw!

EVERYONE SAY *YAY* ON THE COUNT OF THREE!

ONE

TWO

...

PS; It was our moderator, SaintDave, that got us pinned again. Thanks, O Sainted One!

[Maverick24]

QUOTE (aragond @ Feb 8 2011, 00:29)

Question: QUOTE Staff is going to complete the final review under the old system. Just to clarify, will those ratings be fed into the new system? Is there any difference in the way the two systems will rate? In other words, why the distinction? And, with regard QUOTE Introduced a default vehicle for each gang. This gives a player something to start with ... can this be extended 2 those of us already with player cards? I know it's a nuisense, but I really can't function without my Sentinel.

I will be adding the default vehicle to all gangs on player cards. I was also going to allow a bit of "grace" to players who wished to keep assets from the previous gang system for a story line they are currently writing, as long as they started it under the old system.

I was going to rate the stories seperate just because the 'old' ones should recognise that assets were shared under the old system; however in the new system the writers' should not have so much access straight away.
Otherwise, I don't envisage scoring or doing anything else in a different way at all.

QUOTE

PS; It was our moderator, SaintDave, that got us pinned again. Thanks, O Sainted One!

Thankyou, SaintDave. Particularly so now I've invested such substantial time into rebuilding this thread.

This post has been edited by Maverick24 on Tuesday, Feb 8 2011, 06:31

[swooger]

Wow, this whole thing looks perfect! I think it would be pretty neat to be writing in the GTA IV universe. I'll try coming up with a few ideas and return when I get some!

[VinnieLeone]

QUOTE (Francis Szumilo @ Feb 1 2011, 22:07)

Great to hear! I can't wait to continue my story with the Ancelotti's.

i will post my second chapter, this is the one when we began to cross our stories, read when i post it, thanks. Also my computer is down again so...

[AceRay]

I'll be posting my second story too!

[vinnygorgeous]

I have a question about the writers cards. Are the items that we've personally purchased for gangs now attributed to us as individual writers, so in my case I'd get to use all the stuff I bought for the Pavanos but not the communal gang stuff I inherited from previous Gambetti writers (beyond the grace period that was mentioned that is)

[Secronom President]

Nice revamp there guys!

I'm going to join this for sure.

P.S. There's no need to tell me what to do and what not to do as I know it all already.

[AceRay]

(please head to page 99 for chapter 1)
Chapter 2: Ghosting Gez (Albanian Mob)
I put down the controller and turn my head to a smug Andri. He just won the last game of Merde Racing , a racing game he bought for his new gaming console; the Game-Box 2000. He bought it with his share of the money from last night's job. Immediately after we had a drink, we went to the nearest electronic store and bought it. I don't know if it was worth all the money he paid for it, but Andri seemed happy with it. My thoughts are interrupted by Andri.
"Ha! You should have known an Infernus could never outrun a Coquette! Now, I believe Pete said something about a rematch" He says. Pete obviously heard him, as he came running in. I hand my controller to him, and he cradles it like a mother would cradle a child at birth. Pete has noted that is very new, and when something out-of-the-showroom new enters his hands; he can't help but get excited.
"Otto, I'm making popcorn, can you go off and check on it" He says as they scroll through menus of similar looking tracks. I get off Andri's comfortable bean bag chair and lave for the kitchen.

Andri's kitchen is a mess. It looks like a bomb went off. There were pots and pans littered everywhere. For such a scheming and planning person, his apartment was a mess. I'd expect him to be more organized. I see the popcorn popping in the popcorn machine on the counter. I look inside, and the popcorn kernels spin around like they were in a washing machine. Popcorn is nothing without some melted butter poured on top, so I look in the fridge for some. It looks like a run-down butchery in the there, but the butter is in there, above the milk and next to the cheese. Both looked off, but thankfully the butter was brand new. I get a knife out of the draw and start to cut up the butter, when Pete walks in.
"Andri is analyzing and comparing different car's stats, should take a while." He says with smirk. "Hard to believe that this Andri's place eh?
"I'd say. Hey can you get a coffee mug from the pantry? I need it to put the butter in the microwave" After a moment, he returns with an 'I Love LC' coffee mug, to which I stick the butter in.
"What are you going to spend your share of the money on?" He asks me as I put the cup on the microwave. I turn it on and it makes that irritating noise that microwaves make. I check the popcorn; the first kernels had popped and were in the bowl placed in front of it.
"I don't know man; there is nothing I really want to buy." I say.
"Well, I want to buy a van, man! It could be awesome to ride around in! Like a Burrito or a Speedo or something. I've wanted to own one of those since I was a little kid." Pete exclaimed.
"What I wanted when I was kid can't be bought with money" I say. The popcorn machine was really going for it now. It was like it was spewing out popcorn into a bowl except without the muck and such.
"Really? What was that" he asks.
"Well, I've always wanted to become a writer. When I was ten, I saw a zombie movie in the old village. It was truly awesome for a kid who had never seen TV before. Ever since then, I've been obsessed with creating worlds, stories and the like. Sadly, in the old country, it didn't really matter. All that mattered was if you could lift ten logs or whatever. So I came here, hoping for some book publisher or movie company to notice me, but it never happened. Without work, I fell into the criminal underworld. No point in trying to get back, so I just hang here." I say. I then turn off the popcorn machine, as there were only one or two kernels left.
"Oh, OK then. I'm sorry about that." he says as he goes into the pantry to get something. Just then, my phone rings. I flip it out of my pocket and answer it.
"Hey, Otto!! It is Skender speaking! Did I tell you how happy I am about last night? Well, I am so good job." Skender says. I thank him and he coughs, and then quickly moves onto the next subject.
"Now listen, I need you to do a little work for a friend of mine. He's a guy called Isaac. He should be in the alley on Wappinger Ave. Come alone. He'll give you the details. Now, I need to lye down. Crazy night, eh?"
"Right now boss? Uh, never mind, I can do it. I'll be there sir. Goodbye." I say to him then I switch off the phone. I turn to Pete, who is busy sprinkling popcorn salt on the popcorn.
"Hey Pete, I've got to go, boss gave me a job, must go. See you at seven for the hostage situation." I say. Pete says his farewell, and I grab a handful of popcorn. I walk back into the lounge while eating some popcorn. It was nice popcorn; it was nice and warm and it crackled in your mouth. Just the way I like it. Andri was making charts and comparing stats on some cars in the video game. I say I'm leaving, but he just mumbles something about a cat. He doesn't like to be disturbed when he's collecting data. I grab my blue trench coat off the coat hook, and leave.

I run down the stairs while putting on my coat. Sticking my arms into the coat is like sticking my arm in between some heaters. I had forgotten how cold it was outside when I got out of the building. It was raining heavily this morning, so everyone had umbrellas and were coughing and sneezing like there was no tomorrow. I instantly regret wearing shorts. There was no time for standing around so I run down the stairs to the street. I then cross the street, and almost get run over by some lawyer in a Washington. The car screeches as I brace myself for impact. Thankfully, it stops just in time but the driver gets out and starts swearing at me for not looking. I don't have time for this, so I just continue crossing the street, but the dude follows me, asking whether my behavior is acceptable. Then he pushes me and I stumble over a stone. Enraged at this fool's actions, I turn around and punch him square in the face. He falls over, probably with a bleeding nose, and I'm about to beat the crap out of him when I hear someone scream, then a cop gets alerted. I didn't see the cop, but I did hear him shout, so I run away from the scene as fast as I could from Cisco Street, down Mohawk Ave.

I ease my pace after a little while. I think I've lost them. I think they were worried about the dude than me. This sort of thing happens everyday in this city. I slow my pace down again, down to a walk, where I am stopped in my tracks by a bum.
"Hey man, got some money? I need it for food" He asks me.
"No way, I'm not paying for your drug addiction" I tell him, not wanting him to bother me anymore.
"Come on man, I'm going to need it more than you will." He tells me. I chuck him a fiver just to get him out of my way, to which he thanks me for. I'm not going to deny that it did feel slightly good, but there was no time for that. I run for a little bit more, when I get to Masterson Street. I see a hot dog stand, and I feel slightly hungry. I check my pockets for money, and realize that I gave the last of it to the bum. The rest of it is under my bed at my house. I shake my head as I try to resist the temptation of the hot dog. I manage, and walk down Wappinger Street where Isaac is apparently. I see the alley, which I poke my head round to see what is there. I see a few bums hurdled round a barrel on fire, searching for warmth in the cold weather, a drunken woman lying passed out on the ground near the back of Comrades bar, and a Black Sabre with a small body kit. A pair of small, green, beady eyes watches me from the Sabre's cockpit. I approach the car, and a hand beckons in, to which I assume are Isaac’s. I get in the vehicle, to which I am greeted by a slow, gravely voice.
"I believe Skender sent you." Isaac simply says.
"You must be Isaac. Yes, I was sent by Skender Smirnov. What do you want?" I ask him. Its so dark in the Sabre I can't see what this guy looks like. It’s a bit irritating.
"Isaac is my name, yes, you were informed correctly. There is a guy who screwed the whole Albanian Mob, over 3 years back." He pauses as if he is taking a deep breath "Now he's coming home, and we're going to throw him a welcome party. His name is Gezim". He takes another pause.
"Look, man, what’s your point exactly?" I say, interrupting him.
"Fine, fine." He says as he pauses again, I'm about to interrupt him, but he starts speaking "We follow this guy in a red Vigero, I think he's called Luan, he's going to pick up Gezim from the Francis International Airport. We then follow them to the Cluckin' Bell, where they'll stop and have a bight to eat. Gez is the target; killing Luan is just a bonus, don’t really care about that fool." He states. It seems strait forward enough. "Now move over, and get into the driver's seat". Isaac gets out and walks round the back of the car, I can't see him move. This guy must be a ghost. I crawl over the gear knob and climb into the driver's seat. Isaac opens the door, and gets in. Now I can barely see his figure. I ignore this guy's mystery and focus on the job.
"OK then" I say. "When is Luan coming?"
"Right now" He says as his hand points at a shiny red Vigero muscle car. I could hear the V8 rumbling as it drives past. I turn the ignition, and the Sabre starts up. I drive out of the alley quietly and start to 'ghost' Luan.

'Ghosting' is the simple act of following something without it noticing. Any idiot knows that the ideal distance between you and a car your following is about 30 feet, so that's the distance I keep between me and Luan. Now that we are out of the dark alleyway, I can see Isaac's features much more clearly. He has greed, beady eyes set deeply into his head and short black hair which came down to his collar. He had a sharp and and his jaw stuck out a little bit. He is wearing a black turtle neck sweater, and dark black slacks. I noticed his shoes were gray with white laces when he lifted his legs up when I turned right into Hardin Street.
"So uh, what did this Gezim guy do?" I ask Isaac while keeping my eye on Luan in his Vigero. I could see he was having difficultly handling the muscle car in the bad weather.
"Gez the snake, ah yes" Isaac mutters to himself, before speaking up. "It’s been 3 years since Gez betrayed the Albanian Mob during a trafficking deal. About 10 or so good men were killed. Ardi, Detmir, Besmir... all showed so much potential. Another 20 were caught when the cops showed up. It was a massive blow to the whole crew. ez fled to the Capital City and now, after 3 years of searching, I've finally found this guy. Retribution will finally be paid." Isaac takes a breath of fresh air. I bet it felt inspiring. "Lets just say the feeling is overwhelming."
"OK, what about Lewis or Luis or whatever his name is?" I ask him curiously "What’s his story?" I keep my eyes on the mark. He has been driving naturally so far.
"He is connected with whatever gang Gez is in the Capital." Isaac explains "Luan co-owns some chop shop somewhere in Broker along with some guy called Colin Nilsson. They stay out of our way, so we don't care what happens to them." I turn left into Crockett Street. Luan has no idea I'm trailing him to Gez. Isaac also seemed pretty happy about it.

Soon, we head out onto the motorway, the Broker-Dukes Expressway, where Luan drives in front of a Patriot. The big SUV acts as a vial between Luan and me, so I drive close to it. I poke my head through the window, to keep my eye on Luan. His driving has become more erratic, which makes me suspicious that he knows I'm here. I quickly put my head back in, and back off.
"Crap. I think I blew it" I say to Isaac. He observes Luan's behavior for a second before replying.
"No. Keep on him. Who knows how long it will take until I find him.” I grimly slip back into the normal ghosting position, knowing full well that this will probably not end well.
“Why can’t we just kill him at the airport?” I ask Isaac.
“Too much police” He says slowly. “They’ll probably think we’re terrorists or something.”
We soon drive into the airport, Luan still driving frantically, and I could see what Isaac meant. There were lots of police everywhere. Simply ramming Gez down would get too risky, we would have to follow him out and kill him there.
Luan pulled up beside Gez, who was standing on the side of the road listening to his MP3 player. He was a fat bald man, in a horrible red jumpsuit and grubby white sneakers. He was still imposing however, still enough to make a man scared. I could see even from this distance that he was a snake.
We pull up about 75 feet back. We look closely at Gez to talking Luan. I try to make out what Gez is saying. Then, suddenly, they spin their heads at us. I divert my head as quickly as I can.
“Crap. What do we do?” I whisper to Isaac as if they can hear everything. Luan gets out of the car and looks at us wearing his cameo pants and blue jacket.
“Don’t worry. Just open the trunk.” He says to me. I give him a strange look but he just leaves. I sigh and pop the boot up. I then exit the Sabre. Rain pours onto my head. Luan and Gez were still looking us, menacingly. I try to walk calmly to the boot, but I think it just looks awkward. I quickly get back, and see Isaac pick up a suitcase from the boot. He gets it out and shakes my hand.
“Just play along” He says through his teeth. Isaac than beckons me to follow him. He walks towards the airport. I continue to look around nervously. I don’t think they are buying it. I turn my head slowly to their directly while nearing the airport. The duo is no longer looking at our show, and is driving away.
“Wait until they are out of site.” Isaac tells me as they drive away to the highway. I count to three, and then we run. We run past the Sabre we were driving because Gez and Luan saw us driving it. We run into the car park on the other side of the road. Isaac runs swiftly threw the traffic, like a ninja. The display distracts me so much that I fumble around, nearly getting hit by numerous drivers distracted by Isaac’s movements. Thankfully, Luan and Gez are too far away to see us. When we get to the other side, a sea of vehicles greets us in the car park. The nearest vehicle is a shiny Turismo. I grin at Isaac, and he grins back. We then start running towards the sleek Italian sports car. The rain had stopped and the sun came out, and it glistened off the clean bodywork. I run to the other side of the high performance machine and I’m surprised to find that it is unlocked. We get in the car, giggling like a couple of school girls out of excitement. I begin to hotwire the car, but the smile turns into a frown. The car wasn’t starting
“Come on, start!” I shout angrily. The car refuses to start. I bang my hand on the steering wheel, shouting angrily.
“Forget it. Let’s get in the Futo next to us!” Isaac says to me calmly. Gez is getting further away every second we wait in the Turismo. I get out of the car and scoot over to the light blue Futo that’s right next us. Isaac has already jacked the car, and has moved into the passenger seat. I get in and drive away, the car accelerating rapidly.

“OK, they are heading towards Dukes Boulevard. Let’s just stay back and follow them to where ever they’re going. Then we kill them, and whoever they’re with.” Isaac says unnaturally fast for him. I just nod my head as we catch up to them. This guy may not be great at talking, but he sure was prepared for anything. Suddenly a thought pops into my head.
“Hey, what if they’re heading towards an army of Russians, or something? What will we do then? I don’t have a gun on me. Andri lost it last night.” I say to Isaac worryingly.
“Andri, yes, I know him. Thinks he knows everything…” Isaac says quietly before shaking his head and concentrating on the topic. “Good point. OK, you drive up to them. They’re right there, in the distance, behind that Burrito van.” Isaac pulls out a Glock and reloads it. “I’ll deal with the rest!” Isaac then makes an evil look at an imaginary camera. I look at him weirdly.
“Sorry, it’s just that, I’ve, erm, always wanted to be an actor. It’s been my dream ever since I grew up in that little orphanage in Nice.” He says awkwardly. My eyebrows rise up with surprise
“Wait, are you French?” I ask him politely.
“Ah, not really, I’ve been a lot of things boy. Now look, there he is!” He points at the duo up ahead. I forget about Isaac for a minute and drive up close to them. Isaac puts his gun out the window and aims at them. They see the gun, and they start swerving all over the road. Isaac finds it troubling to aim at them, and he ends up hitting the bodywork. Isaac slams his hand on the dashboard out of frustration.
“Otto, you’ve got to ram them, and then I can go in for the kill.” He says to me. I think about how I’m going to take down a massive V8 with a small Japanese coupe.
“Okay man, but I need you to fire a consecutive shot at the wheel. The body roll should send the car over.” I say to him. Isaac nods his head in agreement. It’s on!
I tap the side of the big car, but to no effect. My car just brushes off lightly. Isaac encourages me to push harder, but the little car was no match for the big muscle. It could never work.
Isaac sticks out the gun and starts shooting, hitting the rear bumper multiple times. I try another shunt at the big car, but I bounce off, into the oncoming traffic on the other side. My heart races as I see a Boxville drive towards us, at an alarming rate.
It was too late, we were doomed. Isaac reacted by holding his hands near his face in fear of injury, while I just kept my hands on the steering wheel. The small coupe got absolutely pulped when it hit the big van. The last thing I remember at that point is a shower of glass coming towards my face as I breathe heavily, and Isaac quickly putting on his seatbelt in desperation, wishing he had taken the time earlier. Then, everything went black.

When I woke up, it felt like an instant since the crash. I was lying down on a dirty mattress in a dark place. I felt groggy, and my stomach was aching for food. I shuffled around on the mattress, trying to see anything around me. The smell of piss filled the air, and I hold my nose in disgust.
There was nothing but darkness all around me. I roll off the bed, and I land in some water. It was a couple of centimeters deep, and I assumed it came from a water cylinder. I figured I was in some kind of basement.
Slowly moving my hand into the distance, I grab onto a table leg. Moving my hand upwards, I feel the wooden structure. It was a cheap stool, a few inches wide, but on top of it was an electric torch. I pick it up, and try to feel for the button. The torch was of round design and the way to turn it on was to through a button on the bottom. Once it was flicked on, it barely even glowed, which is a lot less glorious than I had hoped for.
I decide to get up, holding the torch firmly, not wanting to drop the torch into the water, which would be catastrophic. As soon I get, a rush of wooziness hits me. It was off putting as I try to guide my away round the small room.
When I get my head round, the first thing I notice is a set of stairs heading up opposite me. I take this as a sign to leave, and so I stumble up them dizzily. When I get up to the top, a wooden door greets me, accompanied with a couple of locks. Light was seeping in from the cracks. I try to open it, but it’s locked from the other side. I bang against it, and it wouldn’t budge. I step back, ready to try and kick it down, but I misplace my footing and fall down the stairs.
I was sore, but I hadn’t reached the bottom. In truth, it was actually two sets of stairs, and I had fallen into the middle of them. My torch was at my side. I pick it up and head back down the stairs, not too sure what to do next. I try to follow the leaking water by putting my hand in the water and trying to figure which way it was flowing and my theory was correct. It was slowly gashing out of a water cylinder. I try to examine it, but my light was not good enough to see properly, so I start to head back to my mattress.
As I slowly hobble back in the dim light, I bump into something next to me. I shine my torch at the object, and it turns out to be a greasy bath. I look in to it, and I notice a black rubbish bag lying in it, contrasting against the white bath. When I get there, my cold hands rip open the bag, revealing a surprising face. I stumble backwards as Javi’s cold and dead face looks at me. It was twisted in fear and pain, creating a lifeless image. I leave the poor kid’s body and head back to my bed.
As I walk back, my stomach grumbles violently. I notice that on the little stool, there is a packet of corn chips, oddly placed there. I don’t know what they’re doing there, but I am hungry and they are my only source of nutrition. I quickly rip open the plastic bag that contains them and gobble up the cheap chips, which tasted like soggy cardboard but I don’t care, because it fills my empty stomach. I soon crash down on the mattress and soon fall into a deep sleep, filled with feelings of mystery and fear. Who knows what the future could hold?

This post has been edited by AceRay on Saturday, Apr 2 2011, 08:47

[.2D]

Something tells me even the huge HOW TO JOIN section isn't going to stop some people asking.

As for me, it's time for my bi-monthly promise to get back around to writing here again.

[Tyler_L320]

Sign me up for The Lost MC in The Lost Clubhouse please
Think I'll wait till I beat The Lost and Damned before I do this though.

This post has been edited by Tyler_L320 on Friday, Mar 11 2011, 09:41

[the mighty kubelgog]

can you sign me up for petrovic bratva at the cabaret club please?
the idea of this is really interesting and i want to try my hand at writing.

Part 1 chapter 1
I remember the meeting perfectly. You have to when it has that kind of backlash on a city. Despite the fact that it happened three years ago.

A representative from all relevant gangs and crime organizations were there. The whole commission, playboy from the north Holland hustlers, Johnny klebitz from the lost biker gang, Hsin Jamming of the triads, as well as the leader of the Spanish lords, though he came out from the Midwest and I didn’t recognize him. And lastly there was Kenny petrovic and myself. I was acting as security in case anything went down that wasn’t supposed too. There was just one person left to wait for. We all waited anxiously not knowing when he would arrive. There was small chatter between the gang leaders but I was too far away to make out anything.

“Alright what is so f*cking important that you drag me out here to this abandoned warehouse at the docks’. I have a very busy life you know!” said Francis mcreary, the newly appointed commissioner of the l.c.p.d, as he brushed by me through the door of the warehouse.

“Ah! Finally we are blessed by youre presence Francis” said Kenny petrovic. ”however I think we should get this meeting underway as soon as possible as there are issues to discuss”.

“We aren’t going to sugar coat it Francis”. Continued Harvey noto, the serving boss of the Messina family. “Today is the last day of peace in the city for a long time. As of tomorrow, we are all at war. I think we can all say that it’s the start of uhhhh…what’s the word….cleansing.

Jon gravelli interrupted. “For the last year we have been having meetings. It started off as just the commission. But we learned that other members of organized crime in liberty city wanted to join in as well. Gradually every crime syndicate in the city had a rep at our meetings. Trying to work out our problems like civilized men, but we came to the conclusion that this was no longer possible”.

Shocked, Francis could only stutter out,” Then why am I here, what do you want from me?

“See what we’re trying to say man is that you need to get on board with this, you know what I’m sayin?”Replied playboy.

Kenny petrovic continued, “We could make this look very bad on you Francis. New police commissioner comes in and suddenly there’s a massive spike in robberies, murders, assault, all that good stuff. How would you like that huh? You would be fired in less than a year. You would be run out of the police department”. (Francis doesn’t respond, still in dismay at what he’s hearing) “Or….” He pauses, possibly for dramatic effect but really with Kenny you couldn’t tell. “You could let it be”.

“Every time a body gets dropped by one of us we will get in touch with you”. “You will not investigate further in the murder and you will cease to investigate organized crime in this city”. “When somebody starts snooping around in youre department, start’s putting their noses in places they shouldn’t, we will give you something to go on.” Vincent Lupisella, head of the lupisella family explained.

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!! Why are you doing this to me” Mcreary bellowed as he dropped to his knees, his body crumbled. I thought it was embarrassing that our police commissioner would cower at the first sight of a problem.

“I will be in touch Francis” Said Kenny as he lit up a cigar and walked calmly by him towards me. And with that the meeting was adjourned. I stepped out into the rain to go get the rebla Kenny followed. “Drive me back to the club Lev, I need a f*cking drink”. We sat in silence our way back. I just drove in my own thoughts. Kenny had only told me a fraction of what I heard today. I had been doing this job for a long time. And I can’t remember the last time I was this scared. Everyone at war in a city with some of the most ruthless killers in the world? However I knew I was in good hands. Kenny is one of the most powerful people in the world, people called him the Russian Pablo Escobar. Before I knew it we were there. I parked just up the street on Gibson. We walked quickly to the club to avoid the downpour. As we walked in we were greeted like celebrities, I guess this is what comes when you hang around a guy like Kenny petrovic. “Ah Rolan give me two vodkas for me and my good friend here”. After a few hours of drinking and talking strategy for the upcoming weeks we both passed out at the bar.

I awoke to a pounding headache and the sound of a man talking quietly. I looked around in a daze. Finally my eyes focused and found its target. I saw the news anchor on the TV screen beside the bar, he seemed distraught, and the headline under him read:Fourteen dead in night of horror.

I didn’t think those all could be mob hits right? It had to be a coincidence. Kenny had already left so I paid my tab for the previous night and took off. Just as I went through the front doors I heard my phone ring. “Hello...who is this?” “You are a f*cking dead man Lev Tolstoy, a f*cking dead man!”They hung up. I couldn’t tell who it was. My mind was clogged.my brain felt like it was clawing at the sides of my skull. I just wanted to get home and take a shower. I walked toward my car. I fumbled for the keys in my coat pocket. I was about 10 meters away from the car when I turned it on. The next few seconds were a blur, I heard screams everywhere. I was laying on my back in extraordinary amounts of pain. Breathing was rapidly becoming a struggle. There was a ball of fire where the car used to be and the sound of sirens was ringing in my ears. I got the message loud and clear.

That was the day liberty city went to war.

This post has been edited by the mighty kubelgog on Saturday, Mar 19 2011, 05:35

[N1k0 B3ll1c]

Can I be part of The Law at Police Stations?

[WelcomeToLibertyCity]

Been awhile since I've set foot in this place, hahaha.

[aragond]

QUOTE (N1k0 B3ll1c @ Mar 18 2011, 21:03)

Can I be part of The Law at Police Stations?

Read the first page of this thread to find out!

Folks,
My apologies I've not been around (and while I can't speak for Mav', I'm sure he'd say the same). Between a mother in intensive care, a job giving me the sh!ts, a personal life I wouldn't f**king inflict on hitler, I'm stuck in the worst f**king year at the moment and it's not gonna get any better soon, me thinks.
I dunno what to tell yas.
When the clouds break, I'll try to return to ratings and my storyline. But, honestly, I've looked from the highest mountain and I can't see one yet.
In the meanwhile, perhaps some of the other staff can chip in.
Aragond

[N1k0 B3ll1c]

I might as well post my first story.

Gang: The Law

Location: Broker Police Station



Nikolai Cheznervrahkingson has just come off the boat from Russia, looking to make a living as a police officer.

Early the next morning, he goes to the Broker Police Station, looking to apply for a job. He has a friend from Russia working on the force, named Mak Nuuahkingstonn.

He finds Mak outside the Station.

"Mak! It is so good to see you!"

"NIKOLAI! YOUR FINALLY HERE! What are you going to do?"

"Well, comrade, I am looking for a job here at the police station."

"You've come to the right place. I can get you in. Come with me" Mak says to Nikolai, leading him to the front door.

They find the Recruiter, Mike Jozanson.

"Mike, my friend here, Nikolai Cheznervrahkingson, desperately needs a job here." Mak says to the Recruter.

"Do you have ANY experience with guns, Mr. Cheznervrahkingson?" Mike says to the Russian.

"I was in the Yugoslavia War. Every day I shot someone." Nikolai says to Recruiter Mike.

"Ok. We'll see what we can do. Do you have any criminal record?" Mike says to Nikolai.

"No." Nikolai says, getting impatient.

"We'll see what we can do. I'll tell Seargent Wes Righton that Mak referred you. We will have Mak come and get you tomorrow to see the Seargent. Where to you live?"

"I live right across the Station." Nikolai says.

"Ok. Get out of here now." Mike says.


End of my first chapter.

[Osric]

I'm back, ready to pick up my stories for the Ancelottis.

[the mighty kubelgog]

I would love to hear some feedback from my first story. But I realize that real life sometimes can get in the way lol. On that note, here is the second installment of the story of lev Tolstoy.

Part 1 chapter 2

That day was the first of April 2008.today is March 19 2011. Since then there have been 3461 murders in liberty city, that’s 1153 murders per year, the highest it has been for the last 30 years. More then 2/3 are believed to be gang related. Only five people from the meeting were still the head of their gangs, john gravelli passed away from old age, playboy was murdered along with Giovanni Ancelotti and hsin jamming. My head swam, every day I thought about that meeting. That should have been when I told him. I should have just gotten out right then and there before this whole mess started. But it’s too late now. And then I thought about Francis mcreary. That stupid Irish bastard let it all happen. He’s the head of the police but he lets this happen, it made me sick just thinking about it. And all these murders going unnoticed because he told the department “not to care”.

I looked at the half empty bottle of vodka beside my hand on the counter, the bronze liquid shimmering in the dimmed light of my kitchen. I was waiting for Alexei to call, Alexei was the Obshchak, the guy who handled the money. It was around 3 so I decided to head out in hope of finding some food. But just as I walked out the door he called. “Lev come to the club, Kenny need’s to speak to you” I closed the phone and hailed a cab. I no longer used my own cars since the incident, they were far too risky.

I walked into the backroom of the club. There were two men counting money on one side of the room and Alexei and Kenny sitting at a wooden table on the other side. “Close the door and take a seat” it wasn’t really the warmest welcome I had been expecting.” Lev we are short on muscle, you know this.” I nodded along.” So I was speaking of this problem to a man in charm city. He calls himself the deacon. And he said that recently the cops down there busted a very large criminal organization. And they had some of the finest muscle the east coast has to offer. These men however did not get caught so they are now out of work. I talked to one of them on the phone and they said they would be down here today. I need you to go pick them up from Francis international, there’s going to be a lot of them so Alexei will take a second car”. I got out of my seat and walked out with Alexei right behind me.

I fastened myself into the rebla. Drove in formation straight to the airport and parked in front. This was when I realized I didn’t know what I was looking for. I heard a voice behind me.

“ey man you Lev? We comin from charm city, the deacon done told us your boss needed some help with some sh*t. I turned around to find seven black men behind me. ”uhh yes I’m Lev”

“aight that’s cool man. My name is snoop. And these here boys are Chris, wee-bey, slim Charles, bodie and Michael, and this guy here” he points to the last man.” I don’t know who the f*ck he is man he says his name be ughh….what the f*ck yo name be again?

“Just call me brother” he says. This last man intrigued me. He was dressed in a suite and a bowtie while the others wore their street clothes. He spoke in a much more mannerly fashion as well, calm and assertive.
“Alright well no time to waste, get in the cars”. Alexei said from behind me. Slim Charles wee-bey and Chris got in my car the others went to Alexei.

In the car the other guys were all talking to each other, something about the local cops busting a guy called Avon Stanfield. I zoned out after a while and just tried to get us back to the club safely.

We couldn’t have been in the car for more than 20 minutes when I noticed something in my rearview mirror. There was a car that had been right behind us almost since we left the airport. I knew something was wrong. “It looks like you guys will be tested right away “.I said nervously. “After I get off the highway there will be a gas stop to our left, we park there, I will get out and pretend to make a call. When they park somewhere near the gas station I will need you to get out of the car a light them up. Do you all understand?” they nodded. This is what my instincts told me to do. And they almost never failed me. I parked up and walked away from the car. I only saw the man in the car opposite me for a split second before they started shooting . The newly acquired muscle got out of the rebla and opened fire. I took out my pistol and started shooting as well.

“DON’T MESS WITH VINCENT LUPISELLA.DO IT AGAIN AND YOU ALL DIE”. One of the men shouted from across the street. Bullets where flying everywhere, I was behind a gas tank. Obviously not the greatest place to stay when bullets are being fired, I made a dash to the car where the rest of the guys I picked up where hiding behind. I stopped shooting and waited briefly. I could hear tires screeching form across the street. They were leaving. I sneaked a look over the hood of the rebla. Nothing… We got back into the car and I put the vehicle into full throttle on the way back to the club.

“What the hell was that all about” Chris asked

“I’m not sure.”I replied, why was Vincent Lupisella angry with us I wondered? We had finally come to terms with him and had a cease fire. What had Kenny done?

I screeched to a halt in front of the club. Take the car and drive to the diner on 69th street, its just a couple of block's away from here. you must all be hungry after the trip. i will call you once im done in here.

I burst open the doors to the front entrance. Kenny was hunched over at the bar taking a shot”. “Ah you have come back with what I ask for yes?”Kenny says when he sees me.

“yes they are at you're diner,but We were attacked on our way back here, by Vincent Lupisella, why have you angered him Kenny. We cannot afford this, what happened?” I replied quickly. I had too many questions.

Kenny grew a dark look on his face. He took one last shot.” We had a disagreement.” He replied sternly. Not wanting anymore questions fired his way.

“Kenny you have to tell me about these things!” I urged him, frustrated that he was yet again drunk and not wanting to answer my questions about the organization.” You will not be around forever, and when you pass away. I will be taking over, you have said so yourself. And when I do take over I will need to know about these things.” I said loud enough for the whole club to hear.

His face was a was a crazy shade of red. He grabbed my cheeks with both hands.” I do not plan to leave anytime soon! So we do not speak of this do you understand me?” his grip was tight, like an anaconda strangling its prey. He let go. “Come with me.” He said as he turned around and head for the backroom. He opened the door and I locked it shut behind me. We slumped into chairs opposite each other. The wooden table absorbing the air between us. “Where do we go from here?” he asked
“
I have no idea, I mean I think we should talk to Francis. About ending this thing!” I replied. Eagerly hoping he would agree.

“I think maybe youre right. Maybe it is time to end this horror.” he sighed and rubbed his eyes.” Do you know why youre parents gave you youre name?” he asked me.

“Because Leo Tolstoy was one of my ancestors, and they thought it would make me smarter and wiser.” I replied, not sure how this related to the current subject.

“And they were right.” he said in a matter of fact voice. “I will only say this once Lev, despite the fact that you are only 29. You are one of the wisest men I have ever met. This is why you are my Sovietnik. And this is why I completely trust you with the organization after my death. Because I trust that no matter what details I have left out about the past, no matter what I do to tarnish the legacy of the petrovic bratva. You will fix it. And I trust you more than anybody else in the world.

“Thank you Kenny that means a lot” I paused, searching my brain for the right words. “But for me to do well when I take over I need to be as involved in the decision making as possible, as much as you will allow I mean.” Not wanting to sound ungrateful for the speech he just gave me. I was cut off by loud banging at the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. “Kenny are you there?” The unknown voice says urgently.

“Come in” he says nervously.

The man rushed through the door with blood on his clothes. it was one of our Shestyorka (errand boy). He could not have been older than 17.” Alexei was hit by two bullets on his way back from the airport, I was at Oleg’s house receiving treatment for my shoulder when he came in and was bleeding. Oleg says I was to come here and inform you of the situation while he took out the bullets and stitched him up.”

I had completely forgotten about Alexei. “Where are the others, the people in his car I mean?” “

“i think they went to go check out there new apartment's in middle park, they are all well though, they carried Alexei in.” He replied

I looked at Kenny, he had a look of utter sorrow. We had lost many people recently. Pavlev, Aleksander, Sergei. Kenny had dealt with these blows by drinking heavily. I told him he needed to let me help and take more responsibility while he cooled down, but he wouldn’t listen. He thought as everyone in the organization as family. And losing this much family so quickly was hard to deal with.

He finally met my eyes.” Go get the car, round up the kryshas from the diner and the apartment. I will call the commissioner…

This post has been edited by the mighty kubelgog on Sunday, Mar 20 2011, 03:47

[Maverick24]

QUOTE (aragond @ Mar 19 2011, 04:21)

QUOTE (N1k0 B3ll1c @ Mar 18 2011, 21:03) Can I be part of The Law at Police Stations? Read the first page of this thread to find out! Folks, My apologies I've not been around (and while I can't speak for Mav', I'm sure he'd say the same). Between a mother in intensive care, a job giving me the sh!ts, a personal life I wouldn't f**king inflict on hitler, I'm stuck in the worst f**king year at the moment and it's not gonna get any better soon, me thinks. I dunno what to tell yas. When the clouds break, I'll try to return to ratings and my storyline. But, honestly, I've looked from the highest mountain and I can't see one yet. In the meanwhile, perhaps some of the other staff can chip in. Aragond

Aragond, sorry to hear about all your troubles. You have my best wishes.

I feel guilty that my particular reason for lack of activity is less of a tale of woe and more just that my time is consumed by work and socializing.

Anyway i pledge to put some more time into this and to get the ratings, which have built up to be quite a hefty backlog, completed. I,have got a new phone that should mean I can do some of this at more unusual times, too.

I encourage everyone to partake anyway. Even without ratings, writing can be an absolute BLAST. Please don't be discouraged by a lack of visible staffing. I certainly do read everything that is posted.