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Come on people!(lol) Every station in San Andreas had at least 17-22 tracks. GTA IV has 18 radio stations, that will probally have 20-27 songs each. I mostly listen to Hip-Hop, R&B, Soul, Jazz, Soft Rock, and Some Pop. I'm sure the stations will go like this....
1.Soft Rock/Classics
2.Heavy Metal
3.New Alternative Rock
4.Hip-Hop
5.Hip-Hop/Classics
6.R&B
7.Soul/Classics
8.Jazz
9.Contemporary
10.Pop
11.Country
12.Italian
13.Jamaican
14.Talk Radio 1 /Talk Shows/News/Comedy/Celebritys/Music
15.Talk Radio 2 /Politics/News/Comedy/Celebritys
16.Oldies
17.Other/Russian/Irish/Asian/???
18.???
i.e. Get my point?
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It's confirmed that nobody will be returning from previous GTA games...
It does annoy me when people outright refuse to believe stuff that's confirmed.
Regardless, he does resemble tommy a little, and could, in the true R* fashion, be a parody or satire of him.
They said virtually nobody, that means one or two people could show up, but not to play a large role in the game, just like Claude in San Andreas. Eat your words Badge Boy.
@topic I don't think that's Tommy because of the voice in the trailer, but anythings possible.
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^I totally agree with you, and without sounding too sick, this is just the type of violence i've always wanted in a game.
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I've read all the previews, and in each one something different happens. (Example) Niko goes in through the passenger window, and plants a bullet in the drivers face, his head then rolls to the left as brain matter issues fourth, brutal & shocking.
In another preview when Niko gets shot, he holds his stomach, and blood is visible on his clothing
On gameinformer.com they also have a preview, but at the end of it Niko shoots a rather large man in the face while he was eating a burger, the man begged for his life, but lost it and the sandwhich
Many of you may have seen the new picture with Niko standing behind a bullet riddled car. Now imagine that same picture with a person present in the vehichle.(
Ouch!)Do you think Rockstar is taking the Blood, Gore, and Violence too far, or do you think this is just another great game feature?
Before you answer take into credit all that you've heard.
(The new sense of realism, The new graphics engine, and Euphoria)
Also do you think this might affect the game's rating negatively?
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Anchorman
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What up JK.
I hope it's more like the bodygaurds on Vice City, and hopefully they're smart so if you are in trouble you can count on them. I think your friends will be your unofficial gang though.
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If she can roll niko a phat ass blunt, that would be ill. I would love to be like, "yo, what up with that Cluckin Bell, chop-chop bitch."
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The website with that WTTC radio thingy, where you call in and a computer operator ask you questions, then you state your opinion. Some people said R* would use it in the game, so maybe you'll hear yourself in GTAIV.
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I wonder if they'll use it in game like that WTTC thing.
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Imagine your chillin out with Roman, some woman is following you, and then Niko says, "this crazy bitch has been following me for days now." I think it's time for some brutal euphoria.
It would be cool if they let you have one night stands, under my control Niko would get more pussy than a pack of lesbians. (Like Haze said, "no more fugley bitches!") -
I'ma cowboy, COOWWWBBOOYYY! on a steel horse I ride, cause i'm wanted, WAANNNTTEEDDD! dead or alive. Me, my bike, my mac-10, and the open road.
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I just hope the motorcycle stunts are good, i'm the motorcycle king.(NRG 500 & 900)
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Why do you people seperate yourselves by which console you bought?
I think you need to do this to feel better about your purchase, and if that's so, then I feel sorry for you. Everyone of us is waiting to play this great game in April, so respect that the guy on the other console is just as much a fan as yourself. Unless your getting payed by Sony or Microsoft, you should be happy the game exsist at all, cause it it was only on 360 everybody would buy one, and that the same for PS3. Good wishes to all, and please try to enjoy the game on April 29th, instead of thinking about what the other console is doing.-Peace-
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Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium, Giant Stadium, Shea Stadium, & Covenntion Centers.
Which Locations would you preffer to be in the game, and what events would you like them to implent?
I personally would like them to put Giant Stadium in the game, because it would add to Alderney, and it would be a cool site to see it sitting across the river. Madison Square Garden is a must aswell.
The best fit event I can think of is a Boxing match at Madison Square Garden, where either you can watch or partake in. Madison square could also be used for Destruction Derbys, Monster Trucks, & Dirtbike Shows. Oh yeah, and Concerts.
When it comes to the stadiums that's a different story. Unless rockstar has went all out, I don't see the sports section of GTA doing to well. (Baseball, Football, etc...) So the stadiums would just be good to look at. So i'd stick with one stadium, "Giants Stadium" sitting across the river, looking amazing.
All of these are my thoughts, but what would you like?
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Do you ever remember a demo for any GTA game?!? "NO!"
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Hopefully you can hop on the back and rob it.
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(Pressure)
His legs were starting to ache, the rifle was heavy on his shoulders. As he took the final 180 and climbed the last run of stairs he noticed the sky was darkening with storm clouds. He reached the top and stepped over the ledge onto the rooftop. Niko raised the rifle up and off his shoulders now cradling it between his hands. He opened the stock and lowered in a single round. With a click it engaged. Niko moved to the far side of the rooftop, identifying the Neon sign he would take cover behind. He was thristy after the climb and the glowing green letters that spelled SPRUNK did nothing to diffuse his desire for liquids. Now was not the time, he had work to do. The giant S provided the best cover and he kneeled behind its elongated curves. He centred his weight and propped the barrel of the rifle upon the signs rear supports. The Empire State Building loomed abover him, towering up into those darkening skies. Lights were beginning to come on in the city that never sleeps, and crowds and countless taxis jostled below in their mad fight to escape the steel and concrete fortress. Stretching his neck he then lowered his eye to the sight. Shifting his weight he centred the weapon and sight upon the front entrance of the Empire State Building. Within his range stood half a dozen black suit, sub machine gun wielding protective agents, on look out at street level for any potentiall risks. Niko assured himself he was well out of sight and focused his attention to the road where now a convoy of black vehicles were slowing to a halt. A body guard stepped from each of the vehicles passenger doors and proceeded to open the rear doors. Niko saw the signal and the front doors of the ESB were flung open. The six guards on standby moved in and shrouded the exiting VIP's , their eyes scanning in every direction. Niko steadied the rifle, he couldnt miss, he had practiced for this, it was this shot, this shot would free his brother. The first VIP's were hustled into the big black SUV's and the first two left immediately. Two more vehicles moved up and the bodyguards moved to protect the remaining delegates. In there, out of that door would step the Mayor, he must be killed, at all cost, this is what they had demanded, this is what he must do to save his brother. Why did Roman ever trust them, how could he trust the Italians. A sweat bead ran down the side of Nikos forhead and then there through the scope he saw him. The Mayor, in a Denim Blue Suit and tie, the balding head, the rimmed glasses, Niko steadied, all he could see was very top of the man, he was almost to the car.
BAM!
The shot rang out, the rifle shuddered in Niko's grasp. Had he made the shot, had he saved his brother, he looked to the pavement. Bodies were scrambling in every direction, fingers were pointing, he saw nozzles of machine guns pointing in his direction, even 30 stories up, he felt vulnerable. He looked back at the convoy, they hadn't moved, surely they would have sped off with the mayor if he was still alive. He couldnt see through the crowd, he couldnt stay any longer, he had to move now.
He dropped the rifle, quickly wrapped a small packet of C4 around it and started the detonator. He ran for the fire escape and skipped stairs at a time. As fast as he could, 3, 4 steps at a time now, he kept going, just kept going, getting closer and closer to the ground. He had a car waiting two alleys away, would he get there before he was spotted. Clambering he reached the bottom flight, he jumped to the pavement, bending his knees on impact to absorb his weight. He looked quickly in every direction, he could hear sirens, sirens everywhere. He hit the remote detonator and heard a small pop. That destroyed whatever evidence there was. He sprinted now, through the back alley, jumping wooden crates like an olympic hurdler. He just sprinted as fast as he knew he could run, he saw headlights beam at him, the engine start. It pulled up beside him, opening the door he got in and they sped off. The driver came to the end of the alley, a police car sped past, the driver turned to go the opposite direction. From here they played it normal, following the traffic, blending in, they couldnt be identified. Niko played with the radio dials, hopening to hear news, he needed to be sure. Fading away the static he could hear it coming through, a man at the other end was speaking "Yes that is correct, the Mayor of New York City, has been shot. As he was exiting the Empire State Building from the National War on Drugs conference, he was critically shot. It is unclear at this time whether he is still alive, details are still sketchy, we do know however he has been rushed to the hospital, dead or alive we are unsure at this time." The reporter started then to speak of the widespread manhunt but Niko was already out of the zone. A phone rang from somewhere in the car, the driver proceeded to pull one out from his side pocket and answered. "Yes, yes, hes right here" he turned to face Niko. "The Don wants to speak with you". Niko took the phone cautiouslly and answered, "Yes". The voice from the other end spoke "You have failed us Mr Bellic, your brother will die by tomorrow if you dont finish this. Get it done. And to make ourselves clear about this, listen closely." The phone went slightly static and then he heard the screams of his brother "No, NO, NO, PLEASE, NOOOO!". The voice came back. "You fail us again Mr Bellic, you'll be eating your brothers fingers this time tomorrow." The phone went dead, Niko turned to the driver, "take me to the hospital, I have work to finish."......... (To Be Contiued)
Niko's Revenge - Part I
The ride to the house was quiet. Too quiet. Aiming to settle his nerves a bit, Niko fiddled with the radio in his "newly acquired" grey vehicle. "Certified pre-owned" he corrected himself. He couldn't even tell what the car had been when he worked his way in carefully to hotwire it; "perfect he thought, a car that looks just like every other." It was perfectly non-descript, and blended in perfectly with the drab twilight of Liberty City. It was just plain perfect. A burst of wailing gave Niko a start; he had stumbled upon Double Cleff FM which was currently braying I Pagliacci: Vesti La Giubba, as done by Pavarotti, and wait a minute, Michael Bolton?! He chuckled to himself a bit and left the station on to lighten the mood. Yes, he would need every fiber of his nerves for this.
As his shapeless grey vehicle slowly made it's way down the street, large forboding houses lined his left side, daring him to stop, daring him to venture just a little further, like so many before him had. Of course, Niko had no idea the fates that were tied to this street, but would soon enough. He wished he could have done this earlier, but to do this in broad daylight would have been downright stupid. But still, it was beginning to get dark, and this area was giving him the willies. Niko had never liked Shoreside Vale, he had started off in the bustling heart of Liberty City and had grown accustomed to it's busy nature. This place just seemed dead by comparison; dead and full of secrets. There were no glass buildings, no large open intersections and wide streets, no people to notice if he just so happened to disappear and never return. He longed to be amid the tall buildings and skyscrapers that while only several minutes away (with the way he drove), seemed so depserately far off. "Too late to turn back now, you've GOT to get this over with." The sound of these words out loud gave him yet another start, he was not used to feeling so uneasy. His car floated to a stop, and he patted his two Berettas, modified for use with a suppressor. "92FS Brigadier, the standard handgun of the military" he thought which made him smile. He felt for his MP5N's, his also suppressed, also military issue rapid-fire counterparts to his Berettas. Now feeling almost empowered, he finally willed himself to get out of the vehicle and start up the walk to begin his business. The sun had finally disappeared, and it had begun to snow.
Niko's Revenge - Part II
The house, like the others surrounding it, loomed tall in the darkness, looking almost as tall as the buildings downtown, but somehow more there. It was fenced in by a tall wrought iron fence that looked like it could have stopped a Patriot at full speed. And of course to top it off, each and every iron post sported an evil looking barbed spike. "Real nice Ray, can't imagine anything more inviting" Niko thought, creasing his brow. Not at the spiked fence, but at the gate, which looked to be unlocked. Knowing better, Niko gave it a push and almost jumped when it swung open, silently and easily. Now he began to feel really nervous. If there was any person less likely to leave anything unlocked, it was Ray. Niko patted his guns again for comfort, and resumed his way to the front door. He raised his fist to knock, dismissed it quickly shaking his head ("You're not here to chat" he reminded himself) and tried the doorknob. Once again, the door fell open silently and easily, like it was oiled daily. The pressure was now too much for Niko to take; he flung out his Berettas, wildly aiming for something, anything in the dark house. "Where is he GODDAMMIT?!" Niko thought desperately, his head darting from left to right, trying with all his might to see, to hear. A bead of sweat began to run down his forehead, in spite of the chills that so overpowered his spine. He would later think to him self "If a fly had so much as taken a crap at that moment, those guns would have been blazing, me screaming the whole while." Ray was not somebody to be taken lightly, and Niko was here to "dispatch of him." As if assassinating somebody was enough, Machowski here had fallen off his rocker years ago, and became lost in a spiral of ever deepening paranoia since. It was from him Niko had learned to grow eyes and ears everywhere, it was from him he had learned to look out for bugs, booby traps, explosives, poisons, you name it. And from him he had learned to set them.
Thump. The average naked ear wouldn't have detected it, but Niko was hopped up on adrenaline and nearly broke his neck whirling around. A couch. A bookshelf. Item after item flicked into his gunsights. A counter. A lightswitch. Yesss. NO. Keeping his distance from the lightswitch, he recounted what happened to the last soul who tried one of Ray Machowski's handy dandy "high-voltage light switches." They ended up looking like a cat left in an oven overnight. The screams. The smell. He decided he would remain in darkness. Niko noticed a faint light coming from the next room, which looked like a kitchen. "Light, yes" he thought. Guns ready, he stealthily crept to the room. Ray was good, but he was getting old, and Niko thought he just might be able to get the jump on him if he was down for a midnight snack. A mental sigh went through Niko; it was the damn fridge, partly open that cast that sickly yellow glow. It was one of those hulking bubble-shaped fridges from the 50's- Ray said the new ones ran on radium crystals; gave you cancer. To Ray, everything ran on radium crystals, phones (he had no phones), Televisions (ditto), and especially microwaves. To keep the electricity (excuse me, the "electro-magnetic radiation") running in the house from giving him cancer, Ray told him he had the wires lined with lead, and aluminum foil covering all the outlets and switches. The real switches. Ray was real colorful when it came to technology. Creeping up to the fridge, he nudged it open further with his gun, and had to bite on his wrist to keep from screaming; a hand, a human hand, poked out of aluminum foil, apparently wrapped around its arm. Next to it, a jar of eyes, all blankly staring back at him, lifelessly, randomly. And at the bottom of the fridge, inside a large jar filled with clear but brownish liquid, was a head, a human head, forever frozen in a silent scream. Niko began to unknowingly back away, muttering a babble of his native tongue, hearing, feeling his heartbeat pounding at his temples. He began to feel very light headed, and just as he thought he would faint, he backed into a counter, his hand reached out and knocked off a coffee mug. It shattered on the linoleum, creating what felt like the loudest sound Niko had ever heard.
Niko's Revenge - Part III
"Dear God" Niko thought to himself, "I recognize that face." THUMP. Louder this time, now he was certain it was real. A low moan escaped his thoat. Now he was almost half-crazed with excitement and fear, once again darting his head for what made that sound. His head felt light and slow, as if he were turning it through molasses. Thump. Now there was a new sound, like something dragging across wood. There was a smell too, a mix of rot and decay and something more animalistic. Like a butcher's dumpster inside a zoo. It was faint, but he had caught it, and now couldn't lose it. From the fridge came a sweet odor, gagging and acrid in his heightened state of perception. Niko tried to will it away; it was too much like a seasoning, a sauce or marinade to begin to think of. A door. He now saw a door to his right, the image of the screaming face burned into it but fading. His eyes were beginning to readjust to the dark, and it seemed that the door went to a cellar. This was in the direction of the last sound. Walking over to the door, Niko felt as light as a feather, and ready to blow anything away without hesitation. He reached for the door, and slowly turned the knob. As was apparently usual here, the door made nary a sound and swung effortlessly open partly into the darkness that led to the depths of this hell-hole. Now the smell became an almost overpowering stench, and Niko had to keep himself from gagging. Using one foot so as to keep both guns ready for action, he nudged the door open further. There was a click from behind the door jam and downstairs a light came on.
A small jump came from Niko and he instantly froze, but nothing else happened. No electricity coursing through him (the screams, the SMELL), no bang as a barrage of flechettes and shrapnel tore through Niko's body or face (another of Ray's favorites, especially the face), and no explosion. Perhaps Ray wasn't as good as he thought. "Perhaps that was rigged just so Ray wouldn't have to fumble for a light everytime he came down here you idiot." He climbed down a few more stairs, and the smell became worse than ever. Rotting meat. Urine. S#^t. He now heard one last sound, coming from around the railing of the stairs which blocked his view. A low, gruff barking sound almost, much like a growl. Niko peered around the railing, and immediately got into a defensive position. A man at the other side of the basement, tattered, crazed and half-dead with starvation dropped something and began to scream a high pitched howl. The man began to run at Niko over the strange lumpy floor, uttering that terrible unintelligible sound. PSHHT. The silenced round caught the just over his left eyebrow, and he dropped to his knees, the screech now a burbling moan. He tried to come at Niko again, flailing hands curled into crooked claws, staring at Niko with a look of murderous insanity. PSHHT, PSHHT, PSHHT PSHHT PSHHT.
Niko's heart was now racing, pounding so hard he thought it would shatter his ribs. "Jesus Christ" he uttered, surveying the ghastly scene. The man's face had been covered in blood, even before Niko had destroyed it, and now he saw what the man had dropped; an arm, covere in bite-sized craters. The floor had not been lumpy; it was littered with bodies, tens of bodies, almost covering the floor completely. Images of mass graves popped into Niko's head, gritty and black and white, not helping with the situation. A weak moan originated from the pile. "My God, they're still alive!" Niko thought. He was unable to move for a moment, but regained himself once he heard yet another sound, one he was all too familiar with having worked with Ray. Beep. Beep. BEEP. Then began the mechanical cackling, like from any cute Halloween decoration. Except it wasn't cute now. No, now it was the call of death. His paralysis was shattered, and running through his mind was only his thoughts of "get out, get OUT, GET OUT!!!" Soon Niko was also running, scrambling to get up the stairs. He blew past the cellar door, and skidded through the kitchen (the dreadful refridgerator still open, displaying it's macabre cargo). His eyes had not adjusted to the darkness but it didn't matter, he had to MOVE. Bumbling his way through the living room where he had almost shot up the furniture, he caught sight of the door, the sweet, sweet DOOR. He flung it open (just as quietly and easily as you please) and leaped out the door into the lawn. Sprinting like he had never done before, he covered the sizeable lawn in four leaping strides. Just as he was about to get through the still open gate and get into the street to his rolling grey sanctuary, the world exploded.
KA-THOOM! Instead of running past the gate like he would rather have preferred, he flew, seemingly in slow motion as a blistering wave of heat rolled over him. The street became lit in an orange light, as if the sun had come out and changed color. Still flying, still in slow motion, Niko could feel the hair on his head begin to sizzle, could see the reflection of the fireball that until just now was a house in the rapidly approaching car. Niko's hands were thrown infront of him just in time. WHACK. He bounced off the side of the car elbows first, arms screaming in pain, head now reeling and throbbing with the combined punch of the explosion and impact of the car. In the backround car alarms were wailing their familiar tune, and flaming debris was just now beginning to crash to the ground. Faint trails of smoke were lazily coming off of Niko as he stuggled to remain upright on his knees, mind reeling, ears ringing and body in agony. "I'm alive" he thought, and just before he could reply to himself "Unfortunately," he doubled over and threw up. (The End For Now)
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Avatar: 3/10 (A picture of one's self isn't that original)
Signature: 4/10 (The story was too choppy to appreciate the humor)
Nothing personal, just not my choice of liquor.
P.S. next guy, go easy on me.
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Nice map. Besides the fact your missing Queens bridge.
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not better than me give me a ngr-900 and im gone.
Oh you're crazy, i'm the best when it comes to motorcycles in GTA. I was the king on the NRG-500 from San Andreas, and I plan on being the best with whatever motorcycle is the top quality in IV.
@topic I hope they bring back the Sabre Turbo from vice city, I wound love to rev up the engine on that sweet ride.
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(My Personal GTA)
Name: Grand Theft Auto International
Location: Chicago(Deuce City) Toyko(Imperial City) & London(Queen City)
Time Frame: 2014 - 2017
Main Characters: Corey Matthews, Justice Cheriefoto, & Michael Eliot (Drug Dealer, Federal Agent, & a Reporter)
Plot: You play three different stories. 1st as Corey Matthews, a young drug dealer from Deuce City on his way up. All he needs is a good connect, and he'll find one in Imperial City. 2nd as Justice Cheriefoto, a federal agent based in Deuce City. He will return home to Imperial City after his little brother is killed by a young drug dealer from America. 3rd as Michael Eliot, a reporter on vacation in Imperial City, when he witnesses a murder, and decides to return home to Queen City early. The longest, most suspenceful GTA story to date will lead these men around the world, till they all finally meet back in Deuce City for the grand finalley. At this point you will get to choose who to end the story with.
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I just hope the NRG sounds real good, thats my thing. (Motorcycle King)
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(The Brave)
The day was wearing, the sun setting behind the towers of steel that was Liberty Cities metropolis. Niko was sliding in and out of oncoming pedestrians. He pushed against the shoulder of a tired and weary man, Niko heard from behind him the call of "Watch where the f**k you're going." Niko didn't have time to pay back the favor, he was losing distance behind his target. He had been following this man for over an hour, through the streets, following this man until he could find a place isolated enough to finish the job. He could see his targets head bopping among the swarm of other civilians, he was losing him. Niko had to gain pace. So focused upon his target he missed the 6'4" 295 pound man propped in front of him. Niko slammed into the mans chest and stumbled backwards. This was not the time, nor the place to start a fight, besides, Niko didn't feel confident he could bring down this hulk of a man, his biceps where the size of Niko's head. He just gave the man a sideways glance and moved on past, but in the disruption Niko had lost his target. He took a left down a quieter street, trying to spot the man in the crowd, desperatley trying to identify him. Three months of investigation Niko had finally managed to track him down, and now hes gone again. He pulled out his cellphone and dialled a number, the person on the other end answered. Niko simply said, "I need a lift, i'm downtown, corner of 54th & Bellview" and hung up. He would have to start from the beginning, this man was not easy to find, Niko began to walk across the road, unwary of the oncoming traffic. Brain-storming somewhat, lost in his thoughts he was brought back to life by the blaring of car horns. He looked towards the vehicle that had stopped inches before his feet. He met his eyes with the driver, anger swelling, and as the driver gazed back, his eyes lit up. Before he had a moment to think, Niko drew his silenced pistol from under his jacket, it was now or never. He laced a quick three shots through the windsheild shattering the glass. The bullets exploded in the drivers chest as his head rolled to the side. Niko had finally completed his mission, fortune favored THE BRAVE he thought to himself. Despite his task being complete, a shooting in a busy intersection does not go unnoticed. He then heard it, "lay down your weapon, and get on the ground." Over the left shoulder of the targets car was a LCPD officer approaching, gun raised, squarely pointed at Niko's chest. The policeman cautiously took steps forward, now talking more aggressively, "get on the ground! I will shoot, GET ON THE GROUND!" Niko did not favor shooting policeman, he had found respect for them in a strange complicated way, besides McReary had clearly stated, "NO DEAD OFFICERS." Niko glanced to his right and to his left, looking for a passage of escape, none seemed present. The officer was drawing closer, Niko saw it in his eyes, this man had killed before and would easily do it again. As Niko rubbed the trigger with his index finger a black sedan abruptly pulled up beside him, the passenger door flung open, "GET IN!" he heard. Without a moments hesitation Niko jumped in and slammed the door shut. The driver floored the accelerator as shots hit the rear of the car. One more day, one more of his lives gone, surely the odds would catch up with him eventually. He repeated to himself, "fortune favors THE BRAVE." (The End)
(The Robbery)_part#1_
The morning sun had just peaked over the city of liberty, and Niko was awoke by the sound of his cellphone. He slowly but surely wipes the crust from his eyes, only to see that the number on the screen was Harper, he answers the phone, "hello Harper, so I guess we're going through with it" Harper replies, "i'll meet you there at 7:35" he hangs up the phone. Niko didn't bother washing up, he just threw on the cleanest pair of clothing he could find lying around the apartment. Another day in the city of Liberty, Niko thought to himself as he grabbed a glock nine from under the mattress. Niko left the apartment in search of a good getaway car, and almost immedatly he saw a Sabre Turbo coming up the street. The driver parked it in front of a Binco clothing store, and Niko chuckled to himself, "why would a man with a car like that be shopping at a store like Binco." Niko proceeded across the street, watching, making sure nobody was watching him, and when he approached the car he saw it, this idiot had not locked his car door, and better yet the keys were still in the ignition. Niko got in the car, turned the ignition, and drove off.
By the time Niko had reached Alderney, the sun was at it's highest, it was beautiful day in Liberty and Niko would spend it like he had the rest, working. Niko pulled into a gas station and waited for Harper to arrive. Harper was a neighborhood crook, who specialized in bank robbing, and most famous for the heist of Crown Hill Bank. Niko and Harper had been planing this bank robbery for weeks now, and Niko was nervous for the first time. Harper pulled up next to Niko and told him to drive around back, Niko followed Harper's beat-up truck to the back. Harper got in the the car, and they proceeded to the bank. Niko was two blocks away from the gas station when he heard a loud explosion, "BOOM!, what was that!" Niko yelled. Harper laughing like he had just seen a hooker get smacked, answers, "a distraction for the pigs of Liberty, you better keep moving Niko, we have a bank to rob" Niko didn't reply, he just kept going.
(To Be Contiued)
The Robbery _part#2_
The car came to a stop behind the Bank Of Liberty, and Harper handed Niko a silencer for his pistol. They got out of the car with a sort of swagger that only two men who have lived this life would grasp. Duffel bags lay upon the shoulders of both men as they run into the bank, "GET ON THE GROUND!" yelled Harper. Harper had it in his mind that he would make examples out of anybody who got brave. Niko was busy knocking out all the cameras in the bank when he saw a bank teller reaching for the silent alarm, before he could raise his pistol, Harper blew this woman backwards with 4 shots, 3 to the chest, and 1 to the head. Niko bit his tounge as Harper yelled, "DOES ANYBODY GET THE IDEA YET, YOU LAY DOWN, OR WE LAY YOU DOWN!" then Harper proceeded to shoot two other woman in the face point blank, just to drive his point across. Niko yelled, "let's do what we came here to do Harper, quick and easy remember!" they then opened up won duffel bag and told everybody to empty out there belongings, while Niko took the other bag and emptied out the cows. With one clean zip of the duffle bags, Niko and Harper were out the door.
They popped the trunk of the Sabre, and that's when Niko saw him, "hello Niko Bellic, remember me?" it was that special someone Niko had searched so hard to find, "hello Claude" said Niko.
(To Be Continued)
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The previews were great, and they only made the wait longer. (GTAIV
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What would be a perfect ending to GTA IV?
in GTA IV Discussion + Help
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I would love for the ending to be a 3 part mission.
(example)
Part 1 -Drama & Suspence-
Part 2 -Suspence,Death of a Main Charcter, & supposed Cliffhanger-
Part 3 -After you where about to get pissed at the ending, you get a call on the phone that takes you through the most elaborite Suspence filled mission in GTA history. You know, a real thriller.
Just like that 2 part mission at the end of GTA III.