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-----==========>>>>> THE GTA FIVE <<<<<==========-----
It was another typical day in suburban America. The white picket fences in front of the green lawns, with the kids playing with their toy guns in the yard (that means garden…).
Until cars came racing past… Five of them. All the colours of the rainbow. One black, with those cool painted on flames coming off the back tyres. The next was green and had a funny glow on the car underside. The next was bright red, and then a dark blue, and the final a metallic silver.
They were the latest additions to the rising gangs in Liberty City. Even the suburbs weren’t safe from their fast cars, and riots.
Sibs led the pack, Ev][L~Dark close behind him. Cooky followed and then Tiltawhirl, and finally Strafex. They continued to drive at break neck speeds until they reached their target. An apparently disused warehouse. The five got out of their shining vehicles, and entered. They were supposed to be picking up the new weapons.
“FREEZE!” An assault rifle was waved out in front of Cooky. “Have you got the money?”
“Of course.” Sibs replied coolly. He handed over a briefcase, and the recipient checked and counted the contents. “It’s all there.” Sibs stated flatly. The mass of low level scumbags had built up around the five friends. “We’d like the weapons now.” The mob leader showed them to a large table. On it were five weapons. A flame-thrower, a sniper rifle, an Uzi, an assault rifle, and a pump action shotgun.
“I got dibs on the assault rifle!” Tiltawhirl said.
Each picked up a weapon in turn. Sibs nabbed the flame-thrower, Ev][L~Dark picked the sniper rifle, Tiltawhirl rushed for the assault rifle, while Strafex locked and loaded his new Uzi.
“Are you talkin’ to me?” Cooky was already posing with his new shotgun.
*Click-Click*
“heh heh, this thing rocks!”
“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Sibs said shaking the mob leader’s hand. “NOW!” Sibs shouted, as he ducked out of the way.
Ev][L~Dark got in a perfect shot, hitting him right between the eyes as Sibs had ducked. Cooky let rip with the shotgun, blasting a thug straight through some wooden crates with the force. Tiltawhirls assault rifle tore through wood and bone alike, as he sprayed the warehouse with lead, and Strafex popped in and out of cover mowing down enemies as he ran at them spewing death from the Uzi. As the last fell the four re-loaded their weapons as Sibs picked up the suitcase of precious dollars. They left the building and Sibs let rip with liquid fire. Soon the warehouse was a smoking pile of ash.
As the five hopped back in their vehicles sirens sounded.
“Oh $*!# cops!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed. The five slammed their doors shut and put the pedal to the metal. There was a deafening screech as five cars shot off in unison. Strafex, who was taking the rear, slammed on the brakes, while the accelerator was still pushed to the ground and weaved, creating an effective smokescreen.
“Nice one Strafex!” came Sibs’ voice over the radio.
Suddenly another police car pulled out in front of Sibs. He spun the car 90 degrees, and into a one way street.
“LOOK OUT!” he yelled over the radio. Ev][L~Dark managed to swerve at the last moment, knocking of the police cars side mirror. Tiltawhirl and Cooky both spun, trying to avoid the oncoming vehicle, and they came to a stop side by side.
“FREEZE!” the policeman shouted as he stepped out of his car pointing his pistol at Tiltawhirl. “Get out of the vehicle!” Cooky meanwhile was slowly lowering his window. In one swift movement he lifted the Shotgun, aimed and fired. Tiltawhirl saw a hole appear in the policeman’s chest. The two sped off in opposite directions, and Cooky passed by Strafex, the cop still on his tail. Cooky spun 180 degrees, and gave chase to Strafex’s tail.
Meanwhile, Ev][L~Dark was cruising along the highway. Unknown to him a police helicopter flew above, and three unmarked cop cars conspired to trap him. They closed in, one on either side, with one in front. Ev][L~Dark saw the vehicles getting tighter and tighter on him, and honked his horn at them. No response. He knew something was wrong. He kept going steadily, but when he reached the next junction, rammed his vehicle hard into the left car, and it smashed headfirst into the traffic lights. Immediately the right car began to ran Ev][L~Dark. He wasn’t about to give up without a fight. He rammed back, and saw an opening between the front and right cars. He pressed the two red buttons on the steering wheel in unison. He’d never tried this before. Two canisters full of Nitrous Oxide flowed into the engine and everything burned faster and harder. He flew in front of the vehicles, and struggle to remain in control of the vehicle, although he managed to turn it onto a less busy road off the highway.
The he saw why it was less busy. A huge gap in the upcoming road, and a watery landing below. He frantically tapped the nitro button, but it was spent. In the corner of his eye he saw a skip. A sturdy looking (well it would have to do) piece of wood on it formed a crude ramp. Ev][L~Dark smiled the knowing grin, of a daring, and almost suicidal plan. He steered towards the ramp, and floored the pedal, to make the most of the remaining nitrous oxide in the engine. The flight seemed to go in slow motion. For a terrible moment Ev][L~Dark thought he wouldn’t make it. Then a heavy landing gave him the realisation that he had!
Behind him the two police cars skidded to a halt, as workers on the bridge regained their senses. As the police exited their vehicles, they saw Ev][L~Dark run out of the vehicle, as it over heated and blew.
“Shoot, he’s right behind me!” Strafex exclaimed.
“I’m on it!” replied Cooky. He sped up and drew level with the cop, and they glared at each other. The two then rammed, and Cookys red paint scratched. That made him angry…
Again he rammed, but with twice the force, and the cop nearly spun onto the sidewalk (I mean pavement). One more bash, and the police car spun onto the highstreet, knocking over several pedestrians in the process.
“GOT THE A*****E!” Cooky yelled. However a bigger problem was about to arise. The two had ventured into Triad territory. The weapons ‘deal’ had been with Triads. And word gets round quick these days…
Two souped up motors pulled in front of Cooky and Strafex, and a guy leaned out of each passenger window brandishing an Uzi. Cooky dropped behind Strafex, and the two dodged wildly.
“Open your door!” Cooky said over the radio.
“WHAT?!?” Strafex asked.
“Just do it will you?” replied Cooky. Strafex obliged, and Cooky triggered his Nitro. He floored the pedal, and opened his door as well. The two doors collided, and both shot off, and with perfect timing Cooky leapt cars, into Strafex’s passenger seat. Cookys car screeched into one Triad vehicle, the impact sending the passenger flying out of the window. That’ll teach him to keep all limbs inside the vehicle. The Triad car then spun into the opposite lane, and caused a pretty bad pileup. But that didn’t concern the two now.
“How’d you do that?” Strafex gasped. Cooky showed him a small syringe. “Combat boosts? Man you should quit that it can you up real bad!”
Cooky whipped out his pump action shotgun and fired six shells into the remaining Triad car. Glass shattered, and the two rear tyres burst. It slowed down, and Strafex drew the cars level, as Cooky fired another three shots into the Triad scum.
Tiltawhirl had no trouble evading police patrols, but as he neared the safehouse he saw a police roadblock ahead. He had no time for that. He was late as it was. He pulled over a few hundred metres away from the block, and approached it.
“What’s going on?” He innocently asked an officer.
“Hold it right th…” Tiltawhirl was too fast on the draw. He didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence before a bullet was implanted in his skull. Tiltawhirl hopped in the police car as other officers opened fire, and he sped off, sounding the police siren.
Ev][L~Dark, Cooky, and Strafex all met back at the safehouse.
“What kept you?” Sibs asked with a grin. A siren was heard outside. “Were you tailed?” asked Sibs.
“No” came the reply from all.
“It must be Tiltawhirl” said Cooky.
“Ev][L~Dark, get in position.” Demanded Sibs.
Ev][L~Dark was at the window, the cross hairs on the target. The police car door slowly opened and the figure stepped out. Ev][L~Dark slowly squeezed the trigger. The face looked up and Ev][L~Dark saw it. He immediately released the trigger from his grasp.
“It’s Tiltawhirl! He must have nicked that car!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed to the others.
A few hours later the five were drinking cocktails in the nearby strip club. That was a typical day for them. Ever since they left the UK their lives had radically changed. Countless hours of video gaming had turned them into some of the most violent and dangerous people in Liberty City.
The moral to this story is… don’t play video games. This is what happens when you do!
MORE TO COME FROM THE NINTENDO FIVE LATER...
-----==========>>>>> THE GTA FIVE <<<<<==========-----
It was another typical day in suburban America. The white picket fences in front of the green lawns, with the kids playing with their toy guns in the yard (that means garden…).
Until cars came racing past… Five of them. All the colours of the rainbow. One black, with those cool painted on flames coming off the back tyres. The next was green and had a funny glow on the car underside. The next was bright red, and then a dark blue, and the final a metallic silver.
They were the latest additions to the rising gangs in Liberty City. Even the suburbs weren’t safe from their fast cars, and riots.
Sibs led the pack, Ev][L~Dark close behind him. Cooky followed and then Tiltawhirl, and finally Strafex. They continued to drive at break neck speeds until they reached their target. An apparently disused warehouse. The five got out of their shining vehicles, and entered. They were supposed to be picking up the new weapons.
“FREEZE!” An assault rifle was waved out in front of Cooky. “Have you got the money?”
“Of course.” Sibs replied coolly. He handed over a briefcase, and the recipient checked and counted the contents. “It’s all there.” Sibs stated flatly. The mass of low level scumbags had built up around the five friends. “We’d like the weapons now.” The mob leader showed them to a large table. On it were five weapons. A flame-thrower, a sniper rifle, an Uzi, an assault rifle, and a pump action shotgun.
“I got dibs on the assault rifle!” Tiltawhirl said.
Each picked up a weapon in turn. Sibs nabbed the flame-thrower, Ev][L~Dark picked the sniper rifle, Tiltawhirl rushed for the assault rifle, while Strafex locked and loaded his new Uzi.
“Are you talkin’ to me?” Cooky was already posing with his new shotgun.
*Click-Click*
“heh heh, this thing rocks!”
“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Sibs said shaking the mob leader’s hand. “NOW!” Sibs shouted, as he ducked out of the way.
Ev][L~Dark got in a perfect shot, hitting him right between the eyes as Sibs had ducked. Cooky let rip with the shotgun, blasting a thug straight through some wooden crates with the force. Tiltawhirls assault rifle tore through wood and bone alike, as he sprayed the warehouse with lead, and Strafex popped in and out of cover mowing down enemies as he ran at them spewing death from the Uzi. As the last fell the four re-loaded their weapons as Sibs picked up the suitcase of precious dollars. They left the building and Sibs let rip with liquid fire. Soon the warehouse was a smoking pile of ash.
As the five hopped back in their vehicles sirens sounded.
“Oh $*!# cops!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed. The five slammed their doors shut and put the pedal to the metal. There was a deafening screech as five cars shot off in unison. Strafex, who was taking the rear, slammed on the brakes, while the accelerator was still pushed to the ground and weaved, creating an effective smokescreen.
“Nice one Strafex!” came Sibs’ voice over the radio.
Suddenly another police car pulled out in front of Sibs. He spun the car 90 degrees, and into a one way street.
“LOOK OUT!” he yelled over the radio. Ev][L~Dark managed to swerve at the last moment, knocking of the police cars side mirror. Tiltawhirl and Cooky both spun, trying to avoid the oncoming vehicle, and they came to a stop side by side.
“FREEZE!” the policeman shouted as he stepped out of his car pointing his pistol at Tiltawhirl. “Get out of the vehicle!” Cooky meanwhile was slowly lowering his window. In one swift movement he lifted the Shotgun, aimed and fired. Tiltawhirl saw a hole appear in the policeman’s chest. The two sped off in opposite directions, and Cooky passed by Strafex, the cop still on his tail. Cooky spun 180 degrees, and gave chase to Strafex’s tail.
Meanwhile, Ev][L~Dark was cruising along the highway. Unknown to him a police helicopter flew above, and three unmarked cop cars conspired to trap him. They closed in, one on either side, with one in front. Ev][L~Dark saw the vehicles getting tighter and tighter on him, and honked his horn at them. No response. He knew something was wrong. He kept going steadily, but when he reached the next junction, rammed his vehicle hard into the left car, and it smashed headfirst into the traffic lights. Immediately the right car began to ran Ev][L~Dark. He wasn’t about to give up without a fight. He rammed back, and saw an opening between the front and right cars. He pressed the two red buttons on the steering wheel in unison. He’d never tried this before. Two canisters full of Nitrous Oxide flowed into the engine and everything burned faster and harder. He flew in front of the vehicles, and struggle to remain in control of the vehicle, although he managed to turn it onto a less busy road off the highway.
The he saw why it was less busy. A huge gap in the upcoming road, and a watery landing below. He frantically tapped the nitro button, but it was spent. In the corner of his eye he saw a skip. A sturdy looking (well it would have to do) piece of wood on it formed a crude ramp. Ev][L~Dark smiled the knowing grin, of a daring, and almost suicidal plan. He steered towards the ramp, and floored the pedal, to make the most of the remaining nitrous oxide in the engine. The flight seemed to go in slow motion. For a terrible moment Ev][L~Dark thought he wouldn’t make it. Then a heavy landing gave him the realisation that he had!
Behind him the two police cars skidded to a halt, as workers on the bridge regained their senses. As the police exited their vehicles, they saw Ev][L~Dark run out of the vehicle, as it over heated and blew.
“Shoot, he’s right behind me!” Strafex exclaimed.
“I’m on it!” replied Cooky. He sped up and drew level with the cop, and they glared at each other. The two then rammed, and Cookys red paint scratched. That made him angry…
Again he rammed, but with twice the force, and the cop nearly spun onto the sidewalk (I mean pavement). One more bash, and the police car spun onto the highstreet, knocking over several pedestrians in the process.
“GOT THE A*****E!” Cooky yelled. However a bigger problem was about to arise. The two had ventured into Triad territory. The weapons ‘deal’ had been with Triads. And word gets round quick these days…
Two souped up motors pulled in front of Cooky and Strafex, and a guy leaned out of each passenger window brandishing an Uzi. Cooky dropped behind Strafex, and the two dodged wildly.
“Open your door!” Cooky said over the radio.
“WHAT?!?” Strafex asked.
“Just do it will you?” replied Cooky. Strafex obliged, and Cooky triggered his Nitro. He floored the pedal, and opened his door as well. The two doors collided, and both shot off, and with perfect timing Cooky leapt cars, into Strafex’s passenger seat. Cookys car screeched into one Triad vehicle, the impact sending the passenger flying out of the window. That’ll teach him to keep all limbs inside the vehicle. The Triad car then spun into the opposite lane, and caused a pretty bad pileup. But that didn’t concern the two now.
“How’d you do that?” Strafex gasped. Cooky showed him a small syringe. “Combat boosts? Man you should quit that it can you up real bad!”
Cooky whipped out his pump action shotgun and fired six shells into the remaining Triad car. Glass shattered, and the two rear tyres burst. It slowed down, and Strafex drew the cars level, as Cooky fired another three shots into the Triad scum.
Tiltawhirl had no trouble evading police patrols, but as he neared the safehouse he saw a police roadblock ahead. He had no time for that. He was late as it was. He pulled over a few hundred metres away from the block, and approached it.
“What’s going on?” He innocently asked an officer.
“Hold it right th…” Tiltawhirl was too fast on the draw. He didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence before a bullet was implanted in his skull. Tiltawhirl hopped in the police car as other officers opened fire, and he sped off, sounding the police siren.
Ev][L~Dark, Cooky, and Strafex all met back at the safehouse.
“What kept you?” Sibs asked with a grin. A siren was heard outside. “Were you tailed?” asked Sibs.
“No” came the reply from all.
“It must be Tiltawhirl” said Cooky.
“Ev][L~Dark, get in position.” Demanded Sibs.
Ev][L~Dark was at the window, the cross hairs on the target. The police car door slowly opened and the figure stepped out. Ev][L~Dark slowly squeezed the trigger. The face looked up and Ev][L~Dark saw it. He immediately released the trigger from his grasp.
“It’s Tiltawhirl! He must have nicked that car!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed to the others.
A few hours later the five were drinking cocktails in the nearby strip club. That was a typical day for them. Ever since they left the UK their lives had radically changed. Countless hours of video gaming had turned them into some of the most violent and dangerous people in Liberty City.
The moral to this story is… don’t play video games. This is what happens when you do!
MORE TO COME FROM THE NINTENDO FIVE LATER...
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Aren't you lucky, a whole story in one post...
-----==========>>>>> THE GTA FIVE <<<<<==========-----
It was another typical day in suburban America. The white picket fences in front of the green lawns, with the kids playing with their toy guns in the yard (that means garden…).
Until cars came racing past… Five of them. All the colours of the rainbow. One black, with those cool painted on flames coming off the back tyres. The next was green and had a funny glow on the car underside. The next was bright red, and then a dark blue, and the final a metallic silver.
They were the latest additions to the rising gangs in Liberty City. Even the suburbs weren’t safe from their fast cars, and riots.
Sibs led the pack, Ev][L~Dark close behind him. Cooky followed and then Tiltawhirl, and finally Strafex. They continued to drive at break neck speeds until they reached their target. An apparently disused warehouse. The five got out of their shining vehicles, and entered. They were supposed to be picking up the new weapons.
“FREEZE!” An assault rifle was waved out in front of Cooky. “Have you got the money?”
“Of course.” Sibs replied coolly. He handed over a briefcase, and the recipient checked and counted the contents. “It’s all there.” Sibs stated flatly. The mass of low level scumbags had built up around the five friends. “We’d like the weapons now.” The mob leader showed them to a large table. On it were five weapons. A flame-thrower, a sniper rifle, an Uzi, an assault rifle, and a pump action shotgun.
“I got dibs on the assault rifle!” Tiltawhirl said.
Each picked up a weapon in turn. Sibs nabbed the flame-thrower, Ev][L~Dark picked the sniper rifle, Tiltawhirl rushed for the assault rifle, while Strafex locked and loaded his new Uzi.
“Are you talkin’ to me?” Cooky was already posing with his new shotgun.
*Click-Click*
“heh heh, this thing rocks!”
“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Sibs said shaking the mob leader’s hand. “NOW!” Sibs shouted, as he ducked out of the way.
Ev][L~Dark got in a perfect shot, hitting him right between the eyes as Sibs had ducked. Cooky let rip with the shotgun, blasting a thug straight through some wooden crates with the force. Tiltawhirls assault rifle tore through wood and bone alike, as he sprayed the warehouse with lead, and Strafex popped in and out of cover mowing down enemies as he ran at them spewing death from the Uzi. As the last fell the four re-loaded their weapons as Sibs picked up the suitcase of precious dollars. They left the building and Sibs let rip with liquid fire. Soon the warehouse was a smoking pile of ash.
As the five hopped back in their vehicles sirens sounded.
“Oh $*!# cops!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed. The five slammed their doors shut and put the pedal to the metal. There was a deafening screech as five cars shot off in unison. Strafex, who was taking the rear, slammed on the brakes, while the accelerator was still pushed to the ground and weaved, creating an effective smokescreen.
“Nice one Strafex!” came Sibs’ voice over the radio.
Suddenly another police car pulled out in front of Sibs. He spun the car 90 degrees, and into a one way street.
“LOOK OUT!” he yelled over the radio. Ev][L~Dark managed to swerve at the last moment, knocking of the police cars side mirror. Tiltawhirl and Cooky both spun, trying to avoid the oncoming vehicle, and they came to a stop side by side.
“FREEZE!” the policeman shouted as he stepped out of his car pointing his pistol at Tiltawhirl. “Get out of the vehicle!” Cooky meanwhile was slowly lowering his window. In one swift movement he lifted the Shotgun, aimed and fired. Tiltawhirl saw a hole appear in the policeman’s chest. The two sped off in opposite directions, and Cooky passed by Strafex, the cop still on his tail. Cooky spun 180 degrees, and gave chase to Strafex’s tail.
Meanwhile, Ev][L~Dark was cruising along the highway. Unknown to him a police helicopter flew above, and three unmarked cop cars conspired to trap him. They closed in, one on either side, with one in front. Ev][L~Dark saw the vehicles getting tighter and tighter on him, and honked his horn at them. No response. He knew something was wrong. He kept going steadily, but when he reached the next junction, rammed his vehicle hard into the left car, and it smashed headfirst into the traffic lights. Immediately the right car began to ran Ev][L~Dark. He wasn’t about to give up without a fight. He rammed back, and saw an opening between the front and right cars. He pressed the two red buttons on the steering wheel in unison. He’d never tried this before. Two canisters full of Nitrous Oxide flowed into the engine and everything burned faster and harder. He flew in front of the vehicles, and struggle to remain in control of the vehicle, although he managed to turn it onto a less busy road off the highway.
The he saw why it was less busy. A huge gap in the upcoming road, and a watery landing below. He frantically tapped the nitro button, but it was spent. In the corner of his eye he saw a skip. A sturdy looking (well it would have to do) piece of wood on it formed a crude ramp. Ev][L~Dark smiled the knowing grin, of a daring, and almost suicidal plan. He steered towards the ramp, and floored the pedal, to make the most of the remaining nitrous oxide in the engine. The flight seemed to go in slow motion. For a terrible moment Ev][L~Dark thought he wouldn’t make it. Then a heavy landing gave him the realisation that he had!
Behind him the two police cars skidded to a halt, as workers on the bridge regained their senses. As the police exited their vehicles, they saw Ev][L~Dark run out of the vehicle, as it over heated and blew.
“Shoot, he’s right behind me!” Strafex exclaimed.
“I’m on it!” replied Cooky. He sped up and drew level with the cop, and they glared at each other. The two then rammed, and Cookys red paint scratched. That made him angry…
Again he rammed, but with twice the force, and the cop nearly spun onto the sidewalk (I mean pavement). One more bash, and the police car spun onto the highstreet, knocking over several pedestrians in the process.
“GOT THE A*****E!” Cooky yelled. However a bigger problem was about to arise. The two had ventured into Triad territory. The weapons ‘deal’ had been with Triads. And word gets round quick these days…
Two souped up motors pulled in front of Cooky and Strafex, and a guy leaned out of each passenger window brandishing an Uzi. Cooky dropped behind Strafex, and the two dodged wildly.
“Open your door!” Cooky said over the radio.
“WHAT?!?” Strafex asked.
“Just do it will you?” replied Cooky. Strafex obliged, and Cooky triggered his Nitro. He floored the pedal, and opened his door as well. The two doors collided, and both shot off, and with perfect timing Cooky leapt cars, into Strafex’s passenger seat. Cookys car screeched into one Triad vehicle, the impact sending the passenger flying out of the window. That’ll teach him to keep all limbs inside the vehicle. The Triad car then spun into the opposite lane, and caused a pretty bad pileup. But that didn’t concern the two now.
“How’d you do that?” Strafex gasped. Cooky showed him a small syringe. “Combat boosts? Man you should quit that it can you up real bad!”
Cooky whipped out his pump action shotgun and fired six shells into the remaining Triad car. Glass shattered, and the two rear tyres burst. It slowed down, and Strafex drew the cars level, as Cooky fired another three shots into the Triad scum.
Tiltawhirl had no trouble evading police patrols, but as he neared the safehouse he saw a police roadblock ahead. He had no time for that. He was late as it was. He pulled over a few hundred metres away from the block, and approached it.
“What’s going on?” He innocently asked an officer.
“Hold it right th…” Tiltawhirl was too fast on the draw. He didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence before a bullet was implanted in his skull. Tiltawhirl hopped in the police car as other officers opened fire, and he sped off, sounding the police siren.
Ev][L~Dark, Cooky, and Strafex all met back at the safehouse.
“What kept you?” Sibs asked with a grin. A siren was heard outside. “Were you tailed?” asked Sibs.
“No” came the reply from all.
“It must be Tiltawhirl” said Cooky.
“Ev][L~Dark, get in position.” Demanded Sibs.
Ev][L~Dark was at the window, the cross hairs on the target. The police car door slowly opened and the figure stepped out. Ev][L~Dark slowly squeezed the trigger. The face looked up and Ev][L~Dark saw it. He immediately released the trigger from his grasp.
“It’s Tiltawhirl! He must have nicked that car!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed to the others.
A few hours later the five were drinking cocktails in the nearby strip club. That was a typical day for them. Ever since they left the UK their lives had radically changed. Countless hours of video gaming had turned them into some of the most violent and dangerous people in Liberty City.
The moral to this story is… don’t play video games. This is what happens when you do!
MORE TO COME FROM THE NINTENDO FIVE LATER...
-----==========>>>>> THE GTA FIVE <<<<<==========-----
It was another typical day in suburban America. The white picket fences in front of the green lawns, with the kids playing with their toy guns in the yard (that means garden…).
Until cars came racing past… Five of them. All the colours of the rainbow. One black, with those cool painted on flames coming off the back tyres. The next was green and had a funny glow on the car underside. The next was bright red, and then a dark blue, and the final a metallic silver.
They were the latest additions to the rising gangs in Liberty City. Even the suburbs weren’t safe from their fast cars, and riots.
Sibs led the pack, Ev][L~Dark close behind him. Cooky followed and then Tiltawhirl, and finally Strafex. They continued to drive at break neck speeds until they reached their target. An apparently disused warehouse. The five got out of their shining vehicles, and entered. They were supposed to be picking up the new weapons.
“FREEZE!” An assault rifle was waved out in front of Cooky. “Have you got the money?”
“Of course.” Sibs replied coolly. He handed over a briefcase, and the recipient checked and counted the contents. “It’s all there.” Sibs stated flatly. The mass of low level scumbags had built up around the five friends. “We’d like the weapons now.” The mob leader showed them to a large table. On it were five weapons. A flame-thrower, a sniper rifle, an Uzi, an assault rifle, and a pump action shotgun.
“I got dibs on the assault rifle!” Tiltawhirl said.
Each picked up a weapon in turn. Sibs nabbed the flame-thrower, Ev][L~Dark picked the sniper rifle, Tiltawhirl rushed for the assault rifle, while Strafex locked and loaded his new Uzi.
“Are you talkin’ to me?” Cooky was already posing with his new shotgun.
*Click-Click*
“heh heh, this thing rocks!”
“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Sibs said shaking the mob leader’s hand. “NOW!” Sibs shouted, as he ducked out of the way.
Ev][L~Dark got in a perfect shot, hitting him right between the eyes as Sibs had ducked. Cooky let rip with the shotgun, blasting a thug straight through some wooden crates with the force. Tiltawhirls assault rifle tore through wood and bone alike, as he sprayed the warehouse with lead, and Strafex popped in and out of cover mowing down enemies as he ran at them spewing death from the Uzi. As the last fell the four re-loaded their weapons as Sibs picked up the suitcase of precious dollars. They left the building and Sibs let rip with liquid fire. Soon the warehouse was a smoking pile of ash.
As the five hopped back in their vehicles sirens sounded.
“Oh $*!# cops!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed. The five slammed their doors shut and put the pedal to the metal. There was a deafening screech as five cars shot off in unison. Strafex, who was taking the rear, slammed on the brakes, while the accelerator was still pushed to the ground and weaved, creating an effective smokescreen.
“Nice one Strafex!” came Sibs’ voice over the radio.
Suddenly another police car pulled out in front of Sibs. He spun the car 90 degrees, and into a one way street.
“LOOK OUT!” he yelled over the radio. Ev][L~Dark managed to swerve at the last moment, knocking of the police cars side mirror. Tiltawhirl and Cooky both spun, trying to avoid the oncoming vehicle, and they came to a stop side by side.
“FREEZE!” the policeman shouted as he stepped out of his car pointing his pistol at Tiltawhirl. “Get out of the vehicle!” Cooky meanwhile was slowly lowering his window. In one swift movement he lifted the Shotgun, aimed and fired. Tiltawhirl saw a hole appear in the policeman’s chest. The two sped off in opposite directions, and Cooky passed by Strafex, the cop still on his tail. Cooky spun 180 degrees, and gave chase to Strafex’s tail.
Meanwhile, Ev][L~Dark was cruising along the highway. Unknown to him a police helicopter flew above, and three unmarked cop cars conspired to trap him. They closed in, one on either side, with one in front. Ev][L~Dark saw the vehicles getting tighter and tighter on him, and honked his horn at them. No response. He knew something was wrong. He kept going steadily, but when he reached the next junction, rammed his vehicle hard into the left car, and it smashed headfirst into the traffic lights. Immediately the right car began to ran Ev][L~Dark. He wasn’t about to give up without a fight. He rammed back, and saw an opening between the front and right cars. He pressed the two red buttons on the steering wheel in unison. He’d never tried this before. Two canisters full of Nitrous Oxide flowed into the engine and everything burned faster and harder. He flew in front of the vehicles, and struggle to remain in control of the vehicle, although he managed to turn it onto a less busy road off the highway.
The he saw why it was less busy. A huge gap in the upcoming road, and a watery landing below. He frantically tapped the nitro button, but it was spent. In the corner of his eye he saw a skip. A sturdy looking (well it would have to do) piece of wood on it formed a crude ramp. Ev][L~Dark smiled the knowing grin, of a daring, and almost suicidal plan. He steered towards the ramp, and floored the pedal, to make the most of the remaining nitrous oxide in the engine. The flight seemed to go in slow motion. For a terrible moment Ev][L~Dark thought he wouldn’t make it. Then a heavy landing gave him the realisation that he had!
Behind him the two police cars skidded to a halt, as workers on the bridge regained their senses. As the police exited their vehicles, they saw Ev][L~Dark run out of the vehicle, as it over heated and blew.
“Shoot, he’s right behind me!” Strafex exclaimed.
“I’m on it!” replied Cooky. He sped up and drew level with the cop, and they glared at each other. The two then rammed, and Cookys red paint scratched. That made him angry…
Again he rammed, but with twice the force, and the cop nearly spun onto the sidewalk (I mean pavement). One more bash, and the police car spun onto the highstreet, knocking over several pedestrians in the process.
“GOT THE A*****E!” Cooky yelled. However a bigger problem was about to arise. The two had ventured into Triad territory. The weapons ‘deal’ had been with Triads. And word gets round quick these days…
Two souped up motors pulled in front of Cooky and Strafex, and a guy leaned out of each passenger window brandishing an Uzi. Cooky dropped behind Strafex, and the two dodged wildly.
“Open your door!” Cooky said over the radio.
“WHAT?!?” Strafex asked.
“Just do it will you?” replied Cooky. Strafex obliged, and Cooky triggered his Nitro. He floored the pedal, and opened his door as well. The two doors collided, and both shot off, and with perfect timing Cooky leapt cars, into Strafex’s passenger seat. Cookys car screeched into one Triad vehicle, the impact sending the passenger flying out of the window. That’ll teach him to keep all limbs inside the vehicle. The Triad car then spun into the opposite lane, and caused a pretty bad pileup. But that didn’t concern the two now.
“How’d you do that?” Strafex gasped. Cooky showed him a small syringe. “Combat boosts? Man you should quit that it can you up real bad!”
Cooky whipped out his pump action shotgun and fired six shells into the remaining Triad car. Glass shattered, and the two rear tyres burst. It slowed down, and Strafex drew the cars level, as Cooky fired another three shots into the Triad scum.
Tiltawhirl had no trouble evading police patrols, but as he neared the safehouse he saw a police roadblock ahead. He had no time for that. He was late as it was. He pulled over a few hundred metres away from the block, and approached it.
“What’s going on?” He innocently asked an officer.
“Hold it right th…” Tiltawhirl was too fast on the draw. He didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence before a bullet was implanted in his skull. Tiltawhirl hopped in the police car as other officers opened fire, and he sped off, sounding the police siren.
Ev][L~Dark, Cooky, and Strafex all met back at the safehouse.
“What kept you?” Sibs asked with a grin. A siren was heard outside. “Were you tailed?” asked Sibs.
“No” came the reply from all.
“It must be Tiltawhirl” said Cooky.
“Ev][L~Dark, get in position.” Demanded Sibs.
Ev][L~Dark was at the window, the cross hairs on the target. The police car door slowly opened and the figure stepped out. Ev][L~Dark slowly squeezed the trigger. The face looked up and Ev][L~Dark saw it. He immediately released the trigger from his grasp.
“It’s Tiltawhirl! He must have nicked that car!” Ev][L~Dark exclaimed to the others.
A few hours later the five were drinking cocktails in the nearby strip club. That was a typical day for them. Ever since they left the UK their lives had radically changed. Countless hours of video gaming had turned them into some of the most violent and dangerous people in Liberty City.
The moral to this story is… don’t play video games. This is what happens when you do!
MORE TO COME FROM THE NINTENDO FIVE LATER...
Oh, by the way, in the title GTA stands for 'Gone To America' (Not grand theft auto) and the five refers to the five heros.
Good story, that's probably the longest post i've ever read.
And why wasn't I in this?
* Grumble, moan
I did read it by the way, quite good actually, well done. Now go revise! :-P
* Grumble, moan
I did read it by the way, quite good actually, well done. Now go revise! :-P
Sorry to anyone who wants to be in the elite Ninty team, but wasn't. I'll have to take requests before I write another story
;-)
;-)
oh and by the way, I have revised (a bit). I just revised the Cuban Missile crisis...
Fidel Castro, President Kennedy, the naval blockade, the bay of Pigs fiasco, Kruschev, the U2 spy planes, Nukes, and other stuff to boot...
Oh and DON'T do history GCSE!!!
Fidel Castro, President Kennedy, the naval blockade, the bay of Pigs fiasco, Kruschev, the U2 spy planes, Nukes, and other stuff to boot...
Oh and DON'T do history GCSE!!!
Sibs wrote:
> oh and by the way, I have revised (a bit). I just revised the Cuban Missile
> crisis...
Fidel Castro, President Kennedy, the naval blockade, the bay of
> Pigs fiasco, Kruschev, the U2 spy planes, Nukes, and other stuff to
> boot...
Oh and DON'T do history GCSE!!!
I did that, got a B wahoo! Err, you have to learn loads of stuff, half of which you don't even use in the exams, gah!
> oh and by the way, I have revised (a bit). I just revised the Cuban Missile
> crisis...
Fidel Castro, President Kennedy, the naval blockade, the bay of
> Pigs fiasco, Kruschev, the U2 spy planes, Nukes, and other stuff to
> boot...
Oh and DON'T do history GCSE!!!
I did that, got a B wahoo! Err, you have to learn loads of stuff, half of which you don't even use in the exams, gah!
WOAH!!!!! I thought I wrote a lot!!! Can someone please simplify what he's written, I can;t really be bothered to read ALL of that!!
It's a story, so I can't simplify it...
If I did the story would be crap, with no edge of the seat action, cliffhanger bits, or witty one liners...
Oh, wait the original story didn't have those either...
(feel free to disagree)
;-)
If I did the story would be crap, with no edge of the seat action, cliffhanger bits, or witty one liners...
Oh, wait the original story didn't have those either...
(feel free to disagree)
;-)
Soz! I didn't know this was a story! :) Thanks for letting me be in it, Thanks m8, moreover...I was a Driver/sinper :) lol, Cya!
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