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deathtome	May 1 2003 Anchor
-STORY PART 1 There is a small town town by the name of St. James. This town has had three gangs fighting a war of their own. In the process, demolishing the town building by building. There is one gang with a member with black hair, green eyes, and a "Howlers" leather jacket, by the name of Chris Jacks. Chris was hire by Jack "Killer" Williams. Now Jack is probably one of the least dangerous, but most ruthless, gang leaders.The two other gangs are controlled by Sharlot "Sweety" Holley, and Mack "Skinney" Kwalnet. Chris, like so many others, is a pawn in this tri-gang war. Each gang has roughly 20 to 40 members. Chris has made a few friends, but they go on a first name basis. One he has know scince elementary school. His name, Frank "Bulls-Eye" Grappar. Chris and Frank have done many small missions together. Little did Chris know, he was about to get a major career change. Chris paced up and down the bank, pistol in hand, cop half dead laying on the white tile floor and at least 4 bank clerks, 1 of which was pilling money into two bags which Frank had put on the counter. "Wish he'd hurry up," muttered Chris as he walked over to a glass door and gently pushed it open. The street was cover with small shops. A McDonalds, SuperCutters, and a few others. It has quiet on the street, a small breeze brushed through the street. A blarring siren shattered the scilence.Chris ran back into the bank shouting at the top of his lungs "Poilce! Let's go!" Frank snatched up the two bags. He started jogging toward the door which Chris now held open, he blew a mocking kiss to the cop on the floor and jogged outside. Chris let go of the door and let it swing shut. Out in the open, Chris and Frank broke out into a full run. The siren was getting closer. Chris and Frank rounded a corner and dogged into an alley where they slowed and nelt behind cover. Withen a few seconds the cop car raced by barely giving Chris the time to get a look at it. It wasn't a cop car, it was a golden camero with a female driver and a male rider taking shotgun. His head was in his lap and he was flipping over numerous tiny explosives. Alone one couldn't do more than blow of a door, but combined, they could be quite, deadly. Frank got up almost instantly after the car went by, his face pale. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it again. Chris waited a full minute before standing up. They both turned to leave the alley. They walked calmly down the street and turned a corner. They were able to get one more glimpse at the camero. They increased their pace when the looked at the tall building on front of them, it had a large peace symbol on it's top. Blackened, broken windows, bullet holes, home. About three seconds later an explosion ripped into the air, flames belching out of a window near the top. They broke into a run again heading for the blackened building. Chris paused just long enough to open the door and step through. Frank barreled through the doorway missing Chris by centimeters. The room has a set on oak steps leading up. There are 8 flights of stairs and they were taking them two at a time. "I always told Killer we needed an elevator but noooo," Chris thought grinning to himself. When they got to the top floor there was a mob there. "What's going on?" Fank and Chris inquired at the same time. The mob turned and glared at Chris for a moment then turned to Frank. "Talk later. Leave now," said a member in front of the mob. His hair was a dark brown and combed back. He was wearing what would seem to be an overcoat. Almost an hour later, Chris and Frank were talking to each other in a make-shift room. A little while before, Chris went back into the room that presumed bomb had been in. On a closer inspection, he relized it was his room and "office". "Well, what should I do now?" Chris asked to no one in partiqular. Frank sat quietly waiting. The door opened rather abrubtly a few minutes later. A rather short male walked in wearing an oversized overcoat.... -SITE Geocities.com -WHAT YOU NEED well we need another modeler and mapper -CONCEPT redo gta 3 -EMAIL (LEADER) bam10@hotmail.com -CHAT ROOM msn messenger -- Men fight battles, Believers cause wars, Gods finish them
leilei The person who doesn't like anything	May 1 2003 Anchor
See? That's much better. -- < insert subject games here >
deathtome	May 1 2003 Anchor
well thank you very much - Edited By CheapAlert On Thu 1st, May 2003 @ 2:36:32pm -- Men fight battles, Believers cause wars, Gods finish them

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deathtome

May 1 2003 Anchor

-STORY

PART 1

There is a small town town by the name of St. James. This town has had three gangs fighting a war of their own. In the process, demolishing the town building by building. There is one gang with a member with black hair, green eyes, and a "Howlers" leather jacket, by the name of Chris Jacks. Chris was hire by Jack "Killer" Williams. Now Jack is probably
one of the least dangerous, but most ruthless, gang leaders.The two other gangs are controlled by Sharlot "Sweety" Holley, and Mack "Skinney" Kwalnet.

Chris, like so many others, is a pawn in this tri-gang war. Each gang has roughly 20 to 40 members. Chris has made a few friends, but they go on a first name basis. One he has know scince elementary school. His name, Frank "Bulls-Eye" Grappar. Chris and Frank have done many small missions together. Little did Chris know, he was about to get a major career change.

Chris paced up and down the bank, pistol in hand, cop half dead laying on the white tile floor and at least 4 bank clerks, 1 of which was pilling money into two bags which Frank had put on the counter. "Wish he'd hurry up," muttered Chris as he walked over to a glass door and gently pushed it open. The street was cover with small shops. A McDonalds, SuperCutters, and a few others. It has quiet on the street, a small breeze brushed through the street. A blarring siren shattered the scilence.Chris ran back into the bank shouting at the top of his lungs "Poilce! Let's go!"

Frank snatched up the two bags. He started jogging toward the door which Chris now held open, he blew a mocking kiss to the cop on the floor and jogged outside. Chris let go of the door and let it swing shut. Out in the open, Chris and Frank broke out into a full run. The siren was getting closer. Chris and Frank rounded a corner and dogged into an alley where they slowed and nelt behind cover. Withen a few seconds the cop car raced by barely giving Chris the time to get a look at it. It wasn't a cop car, it was a golden camero with a female driver and a male rider taking shotgun. His head was in his lap and he was flipping over numerous tiny explosives. Alone one couldn't do more than blow of a door, but combined, they could be quite, deadly.

Frank got up almost instantly after the car went by, his face pale. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it again. Chris waited a full minute before standing up. They both turned to leave the alley. They walked calmly down the street and turned a corner. They were able to get one more glimpse at the camero. They increased their pace when the looked at the tall building on front of them, it had a large peace symbol on it's top. Blackened, broken windows, bullet holes, home. About three seconds later an explosion ripped into the air, flames belching out of a window near the top.

They broke into a run again heading for the blackened building. Chris paused just long enough to open the door and step through. Frank barreled through the doorway missing Chris by centimeters. The room has a set on oak steps leading up. There are 8 flights of stairs and they were taking them two at a time. "I always told Killer we needed an elevator but noooo," Chris thought grinning to himself. When they got to the top floor there was a mob there. "What's going on?" Fank and Chris inquired at the same time. The mob turned and glared at Chris for a moment then turned to Frank. "Talk later. Leave now," said a member in front of the mob. His hair was a dark brown and combed back. He was wearing what would seem to be an overcoat.

Almost an hour later, Chris and Frank were talking to each other in a make-shift room. A little while before, Chris went back into the room that presumed bomb had been in. On a closer inspection, he relized it was his room and "office". "Well, what should I do now?" Chris asked to no one in partiqular. Frank sat quietly waiting. The door opened
rather abrubtly a few minutes later. A rather short male walked in wearing an oversized overcoat....

-SITE Geocities.com

-WHAT YOU NEED well we need another modeler and mapper

-CONCEPT redo gta 3

-EMAIL (LEADER) bam10@hotmail.com

-CHAT ROOM msn messenger

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Men fight battles, Believers cause wars, Gods finish them