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982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: Eddie_Loc Date: September 26, 2011, 7:24 am
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NAME OF THE GANG?
''''982 PRIVATE GANGSTA''''''''''''
WHAT KIND OF GANG?
STEALING..ROBBING...THUGS.....DRIFTING.....RAPPING
NAME OF THE LEADER?
Vany_Maddox
CO' LEADER ?
Nando_Bluntz
BIOGRAPHY ?
Growing up in the northern small-town of California, at least
compared to the other major cities, Marley and Raimundo were
outcasts among the rest of the community.
Chico, California was a town of riches, smiles and a town with
major prejudice towards the people who were considered "roaches"
in their eyes, illegal immigrants.
Marley and Raimundo had the chance to become legal citizens of
The States, luckily, as their parents were caught and pushed out
to their homeland of Mexico.
Though their parents had the capability to take them in their
hands back to their land, they left Marley and Raimundo to take
the opportunity The States were suspected to provide - but they
were both only ten and seven when their parents left.
They were automatically placed into the system to only circulate
through the system for the next six years before Marley
abandoned what he saw as injustice as he took Raimundo along
with him.
In Chico, the meager lived in the eastern-part of town within a
small and confined area. The duo made their walk there as Marley
picked up a job among a local Savemart Supermarket to make
enough dough to provide him and his hermano a small flat. Marley
forced Raimundo to keep out of school as it would only lead him
back to the pen because he was too young to drop out of school.
A year later, rent was backing up, food was so scarce and
Raimundo began noticing a small-tumor under his left armpit.
Marley knew a source who happened to work with him before he was
fired for the same reason Marley knew him for - the kid would
slang. Marley became desperate and edgy so he proposed something
to the dealer: You help me, I'll help you. Marley began to sell
for the dealer as the dealer became the supplier. Marley began
seeing the profit, twenty grams would earn him a $600 profit in
a day from one deal. Then he would start selling one-hundred
grams, then half a kilo to where the source would give him his
first key to sell.
Marley had this specific and regular who he would always meet in
front of an abandoned apartment complex at 8:00PM every time he
would need some extra.
March 23rd, 1989, Marley did the deal as if it were a habit; he
drove up to the apartment complex as he saw the customer where
he would always stay idle.
He was close enough to where it became a window-to-window deal
as Marley squinted to get a good look due to the blackness of
the night in the area to notice multiple holes in the customer's
face as the body barely tilted against the armrest for his seat.
Marley hesitated but he quickly gained consciousness as he head
turned left then right, left, right when he noticed a sparkle of
light reflecting off something when three men rushed out, one
with a shotgun in his hand and two with lead-pipes.
Marley gripped the shift as he slammed it back to drive as he
placed his foot onto the pedal and made it seem like it was made
of a solid block of iron.
He sped down the road as one shotgun blast followed that only
hit his right tail light and Marley looked back to only see the
three calling out and making signs with their hands.
Next day, Marley met up with his supplier as he spoke of last
night's event as he showed him the certain sign that the three
were doing as his supplier pitched his head back and followed
the movement with a sigh.
He explained that Marley would probably be a big target and it
would be best for him to leave the game or last night's event
would turn into a pattern for him.
Marley was short $10,000 from getting Raimundo the operation he
needed to remove the cancerous tumor and he couldn't back down
as he pleaded the supplier for an alternative route.
The supplier had one - a risky one but the supplier said if he
came out right he could put himself and the supplier farther up
into the game.
Marley grasped the idea as it was fed from his amigo's mouth,
out it came like a dispensed rope and Marley was tugging it out.
He proposed that if he wanted to stay in he would need to
contact drop-raid's enemy crew: 10th Street Norte. Marley meet
up with a rigged, bulky guy with a multiple tattoos but one
standing out with a Huelga-bird right under his chin on his
neck. As Marley pushed his hermano inside of what he thought was
an abandoned apartment this whole time was a place full of
others similar to the guy he first met.
Red bandannas, similar tattoos, dressed with plaid white n' red
shirts and tan slacks. Marley and Raimundo stood facing towards
one who poked out from out of the crowd, a slender man with a
bowl hat that slide down the back of his head slightly, he also
wore a large gold chain that hung a "10th" medallion encrusted
with ruby-jewels.
Marley spoke about his amigo as the man spoke back about knowing
him but his supplier was nothing more than just some fake who
was trying to get his way in but only caused trouble for the
set.
The man asked Marley what he was even attempting to do here.
Trying to save his brother? How could that benefit them? As one
elder man came out from behind another door as he walked up
towards the slender man using his cane as another leg to add
easement and leverage to his walking.
The elder mentioned pride and brotherhood and that Marley might
appear to be a fool but he sure as hell has the cojones to do
what the do just for his hermano.
The slender-man acknowledged what the elder said as he offered
this to Marley: Get rid of your supplier as he'll only bring you
down.
He knew about the kilo Marley had and asked if Marley had his
own piece, Marley had no idea what he was talking about as the
slender-man ordered him to retrieve the key.
Marley jogged back in as he raised the key to his chest in front
of the slender-man and he snatched the key away to only replace
it with a Ruger 9mm handgun, ordering him to go and do what he
asked.
Marley slipped the handgun between his waist and waistline
behind his back as he explained an idea to Raimundo.
After Marley had called his amigo up they met at his apartment
for a drink along with Raimundo.
Only seventeen, Marley had no idea what to do as he began
trembling whenever his amigo would speak towards him as he then
mentioned why was he shaking so much.
Marley barked at Raimundo to hold him down as he swiftly stood
up, withdrew the handgun and pointed it straight towards his
amigo.
His amigo slowly stood up as he stared at Marley's hand which
was shaking violently when Raimundo came around to dead-leg the
supplier and pushed him onto both of his knees.
Marley would up slowly, gun still pointed, as he dug the handgun
into the supplier's head as he began to softly speak a few
words, "Lo siento, tuve que," as he shook his head slightly left
to right.
He pulled the trigger as he bullet bolted into the guy's skull
as one loud crack was heard and Raimundo pounced back as he
gazed at Marley without making any movement, not even a breathe.
Marley stared back but shouted at Raimundo to help drag the body
out and put it into the trunk but Raimundo stood and gazed until
Marley pushed his forcefully to put him out of his trance.
Raimundo bent down quickly as he grabbed the limp body by his
wrists and assisted in Marley in placing the body into the
trunk.
They drove to a material dump on the outskirts of town as they
placed the body near a pile of woodchips; they pushed a few of
the woodchips down as they watched them quickly cover the body
as they darted towards the car and swiftly pulled out of the
dump.
Marley quickly headed back to the apartment to follow with the
rules as the slender-man took by the Ruger to place it with
twice stacks of greens, $5,000 each.
The slender-man told him to meet back in an hour as he pulled in
Marley by the hand to pat him on the back.
Raimundo sat in the car as he watched Marley come out from the
apartments and slide into the car-seat to only say, "I can't do
this, homie, I can't."
Marley sat and turned to stare at Raimundo when he hastily
pulled the glove compartment box open to let money fall out into
Raimundo's lap and he threw the $10,000 out at him.
Marley shouted that this was his, all of his and that he had
been saving up for the surgery Raimundo needed. Then Raimundo
sat still, looking at Marley then down as the money to only look
up at Marley again and repeat what he had said: "I can't do
this.."
Marley smashed Raimundo against the passanger side door as it
caused Raimundo to fall out of the car and Marley pushed all the
cash out onto Raimundo who was laying in the street.
When the passanger door was shut, Marley flew off down the
street leaving Raimundo to only barely sit-up to look at him as
he only watched Marley get smaller and smaller until he couldn't
see him anymore.
[font=arial][b]Extended Information[/b][/font]
Unique rank name list?
1.RANK.GANGSTA..DRIVER
2.RANK.SOLDER.AKA.THUG
3.RANK.GUARD.AKA.ROBBER
4.RANK.MAFIA.BOY
5.RANK.CO.GANGSTA.AKA.CAPTAIN
6.RANK.MAFIA.BOSS
Desired Skins?
.47.67.101.117.118.120.186.241.242
[font=arial]Other Information[/font]
Your In-Game level?
LEVEL 16
Do you have $1,000,000 in bank?
YES,I DO
List your past gang
BALLA'S BAD BOYS ''RANK 5
Have you read gang/point rules & regulations and do you agree
with them
YES,I DO AGREE WITH THEM
WHERE DO YOU LIKE YOUR HQ?
AT THE GRAVE YARD
WHAT 5 CARS YOU WANT?
2 Hustler 2 Super GT 1 HUNTLEY
#Post#: 1861--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: |dAsSu| Date: September 26, 2011, 8:22 am
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idk y i feel u copied the story from somewhere
#Post#: 1884--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: Eddie_Loc Date: September 26, 2011, 11:44 am
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[color=yellow][font=arial]no i wrote this i swear
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Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: MikeOrland Date: September 26, 2011, 1:14 pm
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/unsupport, sorry.
#Post#: 1905--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: Abdul_Vany Date: September 26, 2011, 2:43 pm
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[font=arial black]/SUPPORT[/font]
#Post#: 1906--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: MikeOrland Date: September 26, 2011, 2:59 pm
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NO, [size=36pt]/support[/size]
#Post#: 1917--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: TupacShakur Date: September 26, 2011, 5:18 pm
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[quote author=|dAsSu| link=topic=589.msg1861#msg1861
date=1317043348]
idk y i feel u copied the story from somewhere
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You're right, It' copied, I'll PM the proof to Gar
#Post#: 1918--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: TupacShakur Date: September 26, 2011, 5:21 pm
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[center][font=arial black]AUT0-DEN1ED[/font][/center]
#Post#: 1923--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: Eddie_Loc Date: September 26, 2011, 6:14 pm
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[color=white][font=arial]i don't know what do you want tupac
you so jealous and telling all my request that i copied i wrote
this i wroth like 4 time and you did the same lie that is copied
if gar say it is denied i will never post again i am tired off
writing to much and you just come and say copied script if gar
wrote that this is denied i will never post and leave this
server for ever [/font][/color]
#Post#: 1929--------------------------------------------------
Re: 982 private gangsta [slot 8]
By: Jin Date: September 26, 2011, 8:54 pm
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@Tupac, if you happily post the evidence of the supposed
copyright material, we will make a judgement on whether this
gang will be accepted or denied.
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