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Post by ogrideout on May 5, 2010 20:46:58 GMT -5
The Sun is shinging on this beautiful day at Verona beach The Elderly and Adolescents stroll through the boardwalk swap meets,
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Post by ogrideout on May 5, 2010 21:03:32 GMT -5
Rideout Lex and Blahzay drive slowly past the Boardwalk they notice a group of men wearing Purple bandannas,
Rideout: Blahzay drive up on them niggas and pull beside em
Blahzay: Iight Big homie what you want me to do after that
Rideout: Nothing me and Lex will handle that lex lock and load when we pull up wait for them niggas to pull beside us and get bucking
Lex: Iight big homie *Chik Chik*
The car pulls up beside the FYB gangbangers and Blahzay calls them over
Blahzay: Any of yall niggas got some crack
FYB#1: YEah what yall want n
Just then Rideout put the shotgun out of the window and blows a hole threw the Ballas stomach Then Lex shoots the other ballas with a scatter shot *Scurtttttt* Blahzay pulls off and heads toward the $.T.W safehouse
Rideout congratulated everybody in the car
Rideout: Good job my niggas Verona beach is ours now
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Post by homeboy on May 8, 2010 7:42:14 GMT -5
Boris Petrov is walking peacefully along the Boardwalk when a few Ballas come up to him.
FYB#1: Yo, dawg. This is Ballas turf, bitch. Ayo, beat it, spic.
Boris: This is public property, asshole!
FYB#1: [Looks to some fellow Ballas, drawing a switchblade] Bitches, this guy dissing the set!
FYB#2: For real, homie? Or you just trippin'?
FYB#3: [Chuckling a bit here, drawing a 9mm pistol] Fuck this shit, let's teach him a few manners.
FYB#4: Got that right. [Drawing a 9mm pistol as well]
As the first Ballas gang member tries to swipe, Boris quickly ducks it off, using a low sweeping kick on the switchblade-wielding gangbanger. Boris quickly uses this Balla as a human shield, as two of his chums start firing. Boris quickly chucks the switchblade at one of the gunner's knees, making him drop to the floor in obvious pain. Boris dives at the other of the two gunmen, catching him off-guard as he falls to the ground. Boris grips to the two handguns, firing at the three Ballas with his dual side-arms. Then he notices as many Ballas arrive at the Boardwalk. Sighing, he takes a bulky AK-47 out of his sports bag, taking cover behind a bin. With the use of his trusty assault rifle (Russian-made), he manages to mow down many Ballas. He was fortunate to be in possession of an AK, as they had fast firing rates and okay-ish reloading times. Nevertheless, he managed to gun down many more Ballas. Searching a few of them, he gripped to a thick wad of cash bound together by a rubber band, amounting to two-hundred bucks in cash. He took down many more Ballas with the two shooters in his hands (he was renowned in the Eastern European underworld for his incredible accuracy and immense strength, being an expert at hand-to-hand combat; Boris had once taken out many street thugs standing guard at a local Nightclub where a designated target was staying at, with the use of stealth and his advanced close-quarter combat skills). Ducking a few bullets, he and the Ballas returned fire; after a few interchanges of bullets, he traversed the terrain, littered with many bodies of dead gang wanna-bes. He hot-footed it in his grey Tahoma, losing the tail and storing his Tahoma automobile within a lock-up at his Beach House. He drank a 40, and watched the sports programme on his cable TV.
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