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1st of all its remple not temple xD 2nd of all its not the remple of GTA, its the remple of GTA IV : D OT: a point of view that dogs should attack cuba. Than some cuban refugees came to india and nuked...

idk whats danois and i think i dont want to know so ill take a chiuaua Would you rape your own grandma or fuck a high price arabian whore with green hair in her "womanhood".

Tommy. He came as unknown into a city he doesnt knows, and from a little stinky hotel room with not even a penny on his soul, he got all of the big buisnesses in town, the most strongest gang in Vice City, drug dealers undercovered as ice-cream salers, a shitty lawyer, alot of cars, good guns and he finished the don of the Forelli family.

Change to that sig in your current post it looks better.

How the frickin hell could a man can have sex with a fuckin table?! I understand a car, he can let his dick to enter the exhaust. FUCK BOTH OF THESE THINGS ARE FRICKIN SICK!!!

This is a novel i wrote when i was 18, i wrote it on a paper and stored it in my Computer's notepad. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charm City Chapter I-A Taste of Things to Come It was a decent night in Baltimore. Spring time in charm city. A young man was walking up the street. A well built Caucasian man wearing cargo pants, a red t-shirt, a dark gray jacket, and carried an olive colored book bag. This man's name was Vince White, 19 years old, a student at John Hopkins University. He walked up the path to his house, a decent sized brown house that was just across the street from the neighborhood fire department where he once volunteered. The front porch creaked and made a loud booming sound as he walked across it to the front door. He opened up the screen door and reached in his pocket pulling out his house keys. Vince fiddled with them for a second before finding the one to the front door. "You've used this a thousand times before you'd think you knew which one by now." He jokingly said to himself as he stepped through the door. Once inside he switched on the nearest lamp, he continued to walk through the living room to the kitchen, dropping his book bag and turned on the dining room lights, along the way. He walked passed the base of the stair case, stopped for a second and yelled up. "Jim, you home?" Vince waited at the base of the dark stair case for a reply. No one answered back. He shrugged his shoulders and walked into the kitchen switching on the light. It reflected off the yellow painted walls that his mom picked just before his parents moved out and left him the house. Vince reached in his jacket pocket and tossed his keys onto the table before he walked across the checkered floor to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. He noticed his reflection at the beer glass, Brown wavy hair, green eyes, and a small scar bellow his eye made by a knife that his dead sister accidently scratched him. He looked around the room at the walls. "Man, we gotta do something about these walls." He said to himself as he opened up the bottle of beer and took a sip. He knew he was not suppose to drink it but he didn't care. He walked back to the base of the steps and stared up the dark silent stair case. Just as he was about to take a second sip the front door of the house suddenly came open. He heard a loud grown and quickly looked at the front of the house. It was just his big brother Jim. He had much of the same features as Vince, except his hair was slightly shorter. "Hey needle dick." Jim said walking through the dining room. "Hey asshole." Vince replied. Jim noticed the open beer in Vinces's hand. "Aw Christ Vince." Vince rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. "Shut up, you sound like mom." "Yeah? They left me in charge so give me the damn beer!" Jim took off his coat and hung it on the back of a chair. Vince putted the beer down hard on the counter top. He was about to walk past his brother and leave the room when he noticed Jim's fore arm. "What happened?" Vince said pointing to the large white bandage that covered most of Jim's fore arm. Jim looked at it. "Oh that. I was with a patient and he took a small chunk of my arm." "A small chunk?" "Yeah." Jim grabbed the beer Vince was drinking from off the counter top. "Jesus, a fucking chunk?" Vince took off his jacket and rested it on another kitchen chair. "Yeah so what?" Vince stood there eyes wide for a second then shook his head. "Never mind." He flipped on the stair case light and walked up the steps with the worn down carpeting. He took a left at the top of the stairs and followed the hall to his room. He opened the tan door and closed it behind him as he walked into his little corner of the world. He slipped off his shoes and sat on the edge of his bed which wasn't really a bed at all. It was just a box spring with a mattress on top, with sheets and a cover. Vince smiled as he looked at the bed remembering what happened the night it broke. He sat there and thought of Jenny. He went to pick up his wireless phone from the charger that was on his old brown night stand that his dad made for him when he was a kid. Vince hesitated. "I'll call her first thing tomorrow." He said to himself before he took off his shirt and slipped off his pants. He got under the covers of his nice comfortable bed and plopped his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes and fell asleep some time later. The next morning Vince got up and walked to his farthest right bedroom window. There were three of them. Vince always looked out the farthest right one. He opened the vaheshen blinds and was shocked at what he saw. It was chaos on Roland Avenue. It looked like the whole world had gone crazy. People were running around like mad. An armored police cruiser road slowly up the street with a load speaker. "This area needs to be evacuated immediately. Please stay calm and evacuate immediately." The police officer in the cruiser kept repeating the same thing over and over. "Holy shit." Vince said under his breath as he saw the guys, from the fire house across the street, helping people get their luggage on there cars. He heard gun shots as he grabbed his t-shirt, ran out of his room, down the hall, and made a right into Jim's room. "Jim dude listen to me your not gonna believe this but something big is going down you gotta get up." Vince said frantically as he put his shirt on. "Jim get the fuck up, man!" He went to wake his brother. Jim was laying on the white covered bed with his back to him. Vince shook him and smacked him in the back of the head a couple times, but he didn't even budge, just made a deep moan. "Shit!" Vince said as he left his brother's room and ran back to his. He grabbed the TV remote on his night stand and switched on channel 13, for WJZ News, to try and find out what the hell is going on. As he watched the news report he grabbed his phone and dialed Jenny's number. "Oh God baby girl please pick up, please pick up, please pick up." Vince said worriedly as ring after ring sound was heard making him start to worry more about his girlfriend Jenny. "Come on baby girl, come on, pick up, pick up, come on, God please let her pick up the phone." "Hey this is Jenny please leave a message after the beep." A loud beep occurred on the other end of the phone. After the beep Vince immediately began to talk. "Jenny if your there please pick up it's very important. All hell is breaking loose down here. If your there please pick up!" Jim slowly walked out of his room and up the hall towards Vince who was standing just inside the open doorway. Vince looked at him strangely as he shuffled toward him slowly moaning. "Hey when you get this message call me back." Vince said while staring at Jim's strange behavior cautiously. He pushed the "end" button on the wireless phone and tossed it on his bed as he turn to look at what was going on in Downtown Baltimore. Vince looked on in horror as he saw many pale undead strangely walking and moaning toward a police barricade. Innocent people being helped over the barricade by police and SWAT officers. "My God in all my years as a reporter I've never seen anything like this. If your watching this get out of Baltimore now!" The reporter said to the camera. "AIM HIGH, SHORT BURSTS!!!!" A police officer yelled to the men as they began firing into the crowd of undead. "It seems the only way to kill these things is to aim for the head. Folks don't worry I ain't leaving this!" The reporter said as if he was in a movie and didn't realize the true danger he was in. Vince gave out a short chuckle. Vince shook his head in disbelief as he turned around and saw Jim almost near him. He looked at Jim in horror as his only brother has become one of those undead creatures. He lunged at Vince. Vince gave him a hard punch to the face knocking him back. He slammed the door shut and ran across his bed to his closet. He opened it up anxiously looking for a weapon to use. Jim began banging at the door as Ethan searched faster through the clutter. All he could find was his baseball bat. A hard well made Louisville slugger coated in a fine black paint. Jim busted the unlocked door open and walked towards Vince. All that separated them was the mattress and box spring. Vince stood there at his side of the bed ready to "play ball". Jim stood at the other end with a lustful hunger for Vinces's flesh. All that could be heard was the crackle and pop of gunfire on the TV screen. Vince slowly approached Jim, his eyes starting to fill with tears. He approached his brother slowly and Jim did the same. Jim lunged, Vince swung the baseball bat at Jim's head hitting him across the left side of his face making him spit out blood and teeth. He hit him again this time across the right side of his face. More blood and teeth flew out of his mouth. He hit him again to the right and again to the left. He still was moving. Vince hit Jim's left knee making it bend sideways. The phone rang slightly distracting him. Jim was now on the floor. Vince hit him across the left side of the mouth then the right. The phone rang a second time. He hit him straight down on his face with the bat. The phone rang a third time. He hit him again straight down on his face this time harder. The phone rang a fourth time. Vince grabbed the phone. "Hold on." He said quickly as he walked over to Jim and started rapidly and continuously bashing the bat hard straight down on his face. Each blow being stronger than the next as Vince began to scream in rage pelting faster and harder with the bat until Jim's head caved in and brain matter splattered across the floor. Vince, shocked at what had just happened, dropped the baseball bat, crawled backwards against the wall, and shook with fear at what he had just seen and done. He slowly began to cry. "Vince are you ok? Vince?! What the hell is going on?! What's happening are you ok?" Vince snapped out of it when he heard Jenny's voice on the phone. He jumped up and grabbed it. "Jenny? It's bad.... very bad. Turn on.... turn on the news." There was a pause as Vince listened to what Jenny was saying. "Ok I'll be right over." There was another pause this time shorter. "Ok wait there I'll be right over." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, there is a total of 20 chapters. Sorry if my grammar is bad.

RAW pink bloody ham stake.

Level 5, 61 death.

a crazy eagle

^hitman player? <Lives in a house near a graveyard (10 miles is close, right??!(RIGHT I FUCKIN ASK?!!?!?!)) v raped his sister or brother (than cousin or cousin!!(dont be a smartass with me))

If i write that, that doesnt mean it has to be like that, its just what i think it is.

^OOOOO, looks good. The av is too big, but the av resize thing will do the work.

Chamago ilingo sucshi rocks and ma sox!!GO YANKIES!!!GO BULLIES!!!GO ASSES!!GO STALLONE, VAN DAMM, JACKIE CHAN, AND LUNDGREND!!!

^ Yea, he almost raped me even im 20 and a male... hes a gay, anyway i shot him with ma' deagle in his right eye!!! < doesnt rapes toilets v RAPES TOILETS NVM WHAT HE S41S!!!

Should i post in 50?! YAY i got 50 posts!yay 50 posts...and 1000 greens

^How did you knew?! <does NOT rapes toilet. v husband of pamela anderson

Need gang clothes? Dont know where to get them? You need Binco in Ganton!!! Go get it there!!!Call 666satan

Yea, thats right its the bear that hides in the school yard!!iu think,...

There was the same info on gta.ag.ru with a dude who called Lazlow on some show. another thing, that wasnt in the show: You can hear the radio of passing cars based on the damage of windows and doors.

Snakes, thats why i love to cut their head off with my sword! Teachers. People that hate GTA. People that kill their house pets.

the great and mighty pedobear slayer had come and wipe out the remaining pedobears alive!!! than a warner slayer put a pedo powder in warner's milkshake and warner had became a...

granted but instead of hexagam you accidently put magic powder and now they are pedobears and they rape you. I wish i will have 3 bunnies like in Noodle's sig.

^ scary sig... < lollizard (like the lolcats and loldogs, just with lizards) v pedobear (the bear cartoon that rapes little girls)

GTA IV is holy, and i call all the cult members of "GTA ai vi" to defend our remple against the incoming hord of GTA haters using a green desert eagle (a real LIVING birdy eagle) and we will kamikaze on them!!!

^ same feel. I found this screens in a gallery GTA.AG.RU screens and the HUD seems...wierd.