Harwood Butcher
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Hmm, possibly he could appear. But R* said that GTA IV is starting a new chapter with everything new (probably including the characters) so yeah. I bet we'll see some old characters but not too many. Finding out about Donald Love's disappearance would be good though.
Well before the trailer, everyone thought that they'd use a new location...but did they? No. I feel that if an old location is being used, that it's more than likely we'll be seeing some returning characters.
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Well I would like GTA IV to be only in Liberty City for some reason. Not VC or SA because the first trailer and the new protagonist set a dark mood that looks like it could only be properly seen in L.C. IMO. It would be cool but it would kinda change the flow of the game. When a new trailer comes out I think it should show the new protagonist in Moscow first and it would show mini-flashbacks of all the bad things he has done. He would talk about how he doesn't want it anymore, then he gets on a boat to Liberty. After that he would talk again about how he thought "things would be different" there but he got dragged back into crime again and then (like BALLA OG said) it would show him in action, talking to important crime bosses in L.C. and scenes of him doing criminal things. Such as being involved shootouts, assassinating people, robbing banks and many other things. That be pretty cool.
Well he's trying to run away from his past and maybe he could work his way up and "retire" down in Vice City, but you (the player) could go any where else whether it be Liberty City, Vice City, San Andreas or any other location that could be in GTAIV.
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Ok, I'll get right on it. Would you like it to be a GIF image as such? If so, let me know if you would like a fade in/fade out effect.
If you would like a particular Smurf, please let me know. I could always use the one you have for your avatar.
NOTE: The above GIF Image may be choppy at first, but they all are when you first look at them.
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EDIT: Here are two to your specifications (Cost $25). If you want a GIF Image (Cost $100 or what ever currency you'd like to call it on here) or you would like something changed, feel free to let me know. If you want something changed it wont cost anything.
NOTE: The Smurf is a little large, but if you want it realistic, I'll be happy to reduce the size of the Smurf.
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Page 7 isn't showing...just to let you know.
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Now available in HTML/JPG format at this location
Mirror coming soon.
Ok, thanks man.
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Could you please just upload them as pictures? It would be a lot easier.
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Due to the server being ultra slow it is now available here as well.
Edit: Just read all the nice comments, thanks guys
Unable to locate file.
How hard is it to save them as pictures and upload them to image shack or something?
EDIT: NVM, there was something that went wrong with the one mirror or something.
RE-EDIT: Ok, now I'm getting this weird thing when I go to open it. It's sending me to internet explorer. Can you please just get pictures and upload them to a site.
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Ummm, I'm getting a file error...
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Yeah, I'm just simply running a custom GTAIV sig shop. Dmac_91 is running a matching sig/avatar GTAIV shop. So depending on your taste, you could go to either him or me. Just like Dmac_91 said, I asked him first...I didn't want to piss him off or anything.
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Nope.Are you trying to turn people gay or bi?
You hit the nail on the head - "straight" is a poll choice so that people can just vote. Repeating your vote by saying "I'm straight" is pointless. If you have nothing to say, just vote in the poll.Does he really need a reason? The main post doesn't say that you have to say why and "straight" is a poll choice. What is there to say if you're straight? I'm just curious why you guys constantly ask if people are insecure with their sexuality.
That answer is okay - because you've exemplified your point. Just saying "I'm straight" isn't useful to anyone.Before you guys ask or say anything to me, I'm straight. Simply because I have certain feelings for certain females, that I know, that I don't have for males I know.
That's exactly right - we like our members to discuss their points of view. Like in arguments, if people just go "I'm right" or "f*ck off I'm right" that helps nobody. Saying "I think ___ because ___" allows discussions to be formulated and provides enough information for people to say their point of view. Just making a statement with nothing to back it up or any reason why makes it pointless.And considering who they are they would like to expect members being a bit more, well maybe sincerer or something...Even if he'd said "I'm straight and I hate the idea of homosexuality" that would have been better, because then it could have been discussed and we'd know a lot more about him.
That would be nice, wouldn't it?Can't we all...just...get along?Well thanks for clearing that up. I think it could have been easier to say, "Elaborate on that.", but hey...whatever. Everyone handles things in different ways.
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Looks pretty interesting, I'll have to take a look at it.
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Yeah, this guy is a supposed Rockstar employee that was put on that forum to give hints, to give hype. I think half of the stuff was some what featured in the trailer and the rest is supposed to be hints for either future trailers or just extra stuff that may be in GTAIV.
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Could have picked someone that looked a little more like the supposed main character instead of Tommy, but it was still good.
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Upstate Liberty City, new area in Liberty City, go on III and look on Shoreside Vale, it says it thereCarcer is East or West, a bit farther away, but yes it'll be cool.
I guess I finally got through to you with the whole "Upstate Liberty" idea.
Upstate Liberty has to be what Rockstar has been holding up their sleve for so long. Take a look at these maps. Make of them what you will.
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The members at this forum(can't advertise) were picking out a number of things such as being able to access tons of interiors, some weapons were suggested to be in GTAIV, being able to steal pedestrian identities, being able to mug people and even picked out that there may be some returning characters such as Phil Cassidy.
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I was just roaming around Youtube and found that Hillary Clinton has her own channel. So if you want her to know how you feel about her pissing all over Rockstar, comment on her channel.
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Well according to this site, Rockstar planned this to give us hints or give out more hype.
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I found this on another forum and found it pretty interesting. This person "deepthroatgta4" claims to of seen some inside stuff which was proven correct after viewing the GTAIV Trailer. Every post below was posted before the reveal of the GTAIV Debut Trailer. The last one was posted just 2 hours before the reveal. I think this guy is trying to give us hints as to what could be expected in the up and coming GTAIV game. So if you don't mind a long read and are interested in finding out possible exclusive details for GTAIV, than read away!
NOTE: I take absolutely no credit for this.
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Gents,I have information that may be huge, I am about to relate to you an incident that occured this week. The information I am about to pass you could cost me my job if I was found to be passing it on, hence the nick name.
On Thursday 8th March 2007, at the bequest of a client, I was conducting a counter surveillance task along with my team in direct response to the repeated sighting of a suspicious vehicle in the vicinity of the clients property located in ManHattan, New York City.
Shortly after identifying the vehicle in question, the Team Leader decided a direct confrontation of the occupants was the most expeditious way forward. I, along with two others confronted the three male occupants of a 2005 GMC Suburban.
The Suburban was configured with an array of computer equipment in the back, a substantial amount of digital capture devices were mounted on the dash and the antenna located on the roof was similar to the small condan/tapestry antenna that I have seen previously on vehicles for tracking purposes.
The driver of the suburban produced credentials that showed he was an employee of Rockstar Games, my two other team members were satisfied and didn't realise the significance of the event, I opened the passenger side door and looked into the rear of the truck where one of the males shut down several LCD screens, but my heart skipped a beat as I looked at a folder on the desk which was emblazed with the "IV" official logo with the Manhattan Skyline clearly shown within the letters.
I tried to appear as calm as possible and walked away from the vehicle.
Make of it what you will.
Deepthroat.
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Gents,Things have taken a turn for the sinister, almost immediately after I made the post an eerie chain of events was initiated. I left my hotel room to go out for a packet of cigarettes, not 100 meters down the street I noticed that I had a tail, these guys we're good, their rotation amongst operators was frequent and seamless, at one point the surveillance team were ahead of me which is a very advanced technique.
I pulled out every trick in the book, I walked contra-flow on 5th Avenue during rush hour, stepped of the subway as the doors were closing at the 52nd street station, discarded my jacket, walked into Macys via the front entrance and exited at the rear, into a cab and down to Tribeca. A mobile tail was immediately initiated by the team that was on me, they were every bit as competent as their foot team. At a dive bar in Tribeca I was engaged by a female who was blatantly out of my league, who started asking some very searching questions.
I abandoned the bar and made my way back to the hotel via the subway, taxi and on foot, taking the most obscure route I could. All the time experiencing the crushing intimidation that is present when you are aware that you are under surveillance. At the hotel my computer noted 467 attempted incursions at my firewall, it was holding, but only just.
Paranoia took over and I began a search of the room, within minutes I had pulled a Lo Jack from the telephone, the fire detector, my freshly laundered cargo pants and there was a peculiar solid metallic object located behind my right eyelid. I looked through my door peep hole to see a surprisingly burly cleaner polishing repeatedly around my door.
As I turned to the window I caught a red dot traversing across the wall and fall neatly onto my chest, as I dived for cover a round penetrated the window and impacted the wall immediately behind where I had been standing. Glancing at the hole that the round had made I estimated 7.62 mm green spot round, as standard in NATO sniper weapons.
I bolted from the room, I executed a strong side face smash on the burly cleaner and made good my escape via the laundry chute, at the rear of the hotel I mugged a vagrant for his clothes and sprinted for Hells Kitchen as the now be-suited assassins ran down the fire escapes.
I am writing this from a internet cafe in HK, I must keep mobile, these men will stop at nothing. I now fear for my life and my dog is not aswering the phone at home.
Play GTA IV for me guys, maybe they have 360's on the big cloud in the sky.
My god, my credit card has been declined by the teller and there is a tactical team cordoning off the street. I need to move.
Keep the truth alive.
Kind regards,
Deepthroat.
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Gents,I now feel the only others I can trust are the people on this forum. I have moved, I exited the internet cafe through a rear exit, mustering everything I could to kick through the padlocked door as the Rockstar Henchmen piled in the front entry point. Sprinting down 57th Street, across 8th, 7th, 6th and 5th avenue I knew I had to make Grand Central where I keep an emergency identity.
The NYPD have been suspiciously looking the other direction whenever I pass, and the goons in the black Suburban now overtly trail my movements with a nonchalant arrogance as if they know they have me caught.
Fumbling with my keys at the left-luggage storage I grabbed my passport, driving license and enormous false moustache and made for the exit. A dazzling light beamed down on me from a suspiciously silent helicopter and a booming voice with a peculiar eastern European accent barked orders over a loud speaker, insisting that if I surrendered that I would be treated humanely.
I had only one option, I ran hard and fast at the bridge that was 200 meters south of where I was stood, I lept over the wall and braced for impact. As if in slow motion a subway train emerged from the tunnel and I landed centrally with a sickening crunch.
I surfed the train for what felt like an eternity, before leaping off just prior to the Brooklyn Bridge. I am now freezing cold, drenched in sweat and stood around a burning oil drum with Jake and Fred. Fred has only one tooth and claims he is a former Vice President of Tahiti.
Jake is being extremely generous with his moonshine in order that Fred may attempt to remove the object behind my eye with his razor which he insists is only a week old. I am typing this on my Blackberry which, annoyingly, is running low on power.
I will endeavour to contact you soon.
What doesn't kill us..........
Deepthroat.
PS. I will reveal my identity as soon as I am sure there are no Rockstar Moles amongst you.
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Gents,After a long, cold night under Brooklyn Bridge I awoke to find that Jake and Fred had kindly relieved me of my shoes, and then relieved themselves on me, which possibly explains my dreams of mild Mediterranean waves lapping over my feet as I relax on the beach whilst being fanned by a surgically enhanced French peasant girl.
I snapped awake, alert, ready, and immediately began scanning the area for signs of the pursuing foe, the relentless mob of Rockstar Heavies that sought me high and low. I observed an aircraft in a high altitude holding pattern, whilst it may have been the overnight flight from London; I knew in my heart that it was in fact a Predator Drone laden with sophisticated observation equipment and the odd Hellfire Missile.
I moved to a small alleyway which ran deep into China Town, I observed the movements of the locals, no doubt each of whom was aware that there was a glorious bounty for whoever returned my head to Rockstar HQ. For the first time I realized that Rockstar had influence in every corner of modern life, they had the Police in their pocket and officials in the highest levels of Government.
I waited for a small, inconspicuous vehicle to trundle down the alley, a blue Volkswagen drew level with me and I pounced forward driving my fist through the glass and snatching the keys, I flung open the door and reached inside to haul the driver from the seat. To my utmost embarrassment I was faced with a sweet old lady, but I flung her out anyway, she just went a little further than the average citizen. I jumped into the car and hit the gas, I was shocked as I was pinned to the seat as the car screamed towards 60 MPH in short order, the frisky old bat had tuned the engine to a ridiculas degree.
This did not add up, I pulled down the sun visor and my fears were confirmed, the ID Card bore her picture, the sweet old lady who's hips I had no doubt rendered useless was a Rockstar employee. The rear window smashed and I heard a weapon report behind me. I ducked low, hammered the gas, dropped the gears and the VW Golf struggled for grip and fishtailed towards the bridge.
They were onto me; I knew that the Rockstar Operation Centre would be alive with activity, satellites being re-tasked, radio nets alive with transmissions, tactical teams being scrambled and an army of black suited white males with sunglasses silently sealing off the city. I accelerated over the bridge and breathed a huge sigh of relief as I crested the centre and saw there were no checkpoints and traffic was flowing nicely. My mind wandered to Buster, my faithful mongrel who no longer knocked the handset from the cradle when the phone rang, I knew they had got to him, but I could trust him to say nothing.
I clocked that it was 40 Km to JFK, but I couldn't keep this car, the deceitful granny would have relayed my actions to the lynch mob that was closing in fast. I saw my opportunity, Dunkin Donuts crept into view, and I knew what would be in the car park, a fleet of shiny new Ford Taurus all neatly flying the flag the for the NYPD. I pulled in and acted fast, I jacked the first car in the row, it wasn't tricky and the car started nicely on the hot-wire.
I've had an opportunity to charge my Blackberry, had some day old doughnuts and I'm now sat at the rear of JFK getting ready for my next move, there is an old Cessna parked just across the fence. The Rusky Pilots are indulged in an orgy of vodka and pontoon, I can make out talk of Europe and I can assure you, when they go, I go.
I'm monitoring the police net and they have initiated a State wide red alert for a kidnapped child, they are airing my description on the television and radio at fifteen minute intervals, I have heard on the news that a transvestite I met once has come forward and claimed that I am the father of her child, they are also suggesting that I was responsible for the death of Diana and that I habitually make trips to Iceland to slaughter baby seals, for fun.
They are going after my credibility, guys. They know that credibility is the only currency of any value in this game. They want people to know that I'm lying so that when this gets big nobody will believe me.
Vladimir has just kicked the tire of his plane, which I think qualifies as his pre-flight checks.
I'm making my move; it's too risky to stay in NYC.
Deepthroat.
FIVE:
Firstly, let me apologies for the length of time since my last update. My situation becomes more critical by the hour.Using the radio in the jacked Police car I jumped in on the Air Traffic Control net and denied Vladimir’s request for lift off until they had cleaned up the discarded rubbish which they had left on the edge of the runway. I also, quite childishly, sent a Virgin Atlantic flight full of German tourists to the wrong gate hoping that they would be delayed for at least an hour and that their world renowned sense of humor would be tested.
Sure enough, one of the Rusky aviators was dispatched out of the back of the smoky Cessna to collect the remnants of an afternoon spent drinking their own body weight in finest Siberian Vodka.
I scaled the fence, ran at the Russian lackey and drove my elbow down hard on his shoulder, he crumpled to the ground and I crashed punches onto his head, preying that I could produce enough force to knock him out cold.
He seemed to be out for the count; I stripped him of his flight suit and boots and quickly donned the enormous false moustache I had picked up from Grand Central. The Russian awoke and looked truly shocked as he saw the image of himself standing above him.
I quickly dropped another punch to put him to sleep for another few minutes. I could hear impatient voices emerging from the plane so I quickly moved the limp body of the poor soul who I had just beaten and stripped to behind a small concrete wall and set off running on to the back of the Cessna.
On board the plane I slammed the door shut and looked toward the cockpit, Vladimir craned his head around and looked at me, I gave him the thumbs up, he waved and then turned back to his controls and started taxi-ing down to his designated runway.
I peered out of the windows, checking that I had pulled off my little stunt without alerting the airport authorities. All was looking good; I thought we were clear and then, nightmare.
About 400 meters behind us a black Lincoln with tinted windows power slid onto the taxi way that we were traveling on and accelerated hard in our direction. The Lincoln gained rapidly and pulled up along side. Vladimir spouted Russian obscenities and seemed to insinuate that he was fine to fly and didn’t fell drunk at all. I knew that the intent of those within the Lincoln was far more dubious.
A torso emerged from the sun roof, a tall well built figure clad in black fatigues, a tactical vest, balaclava and insanely large goggles. The sinister figure was reasonably amusing until he leveled a HK MP5 in my direction.
I threw the door open and kicked the side of the weapon hard, I clipped the magazine release catch and watched as the clip tumbled down the road behind us. I then knocked back the cocking handle and ejected the one remaining chambered round, rendering the weapon useless.
The masked assassin threw the weapon into the car; I leaned out of the plane at full stretch and grabbed his pistol from his tac-vest. I lined up the sights of the Glock 17 on my challengers forehead, he looked stunned and slowly raised his hands.
“Tell them that I let you live,”
I hollered above the noise of the Cessna engines.
“They’ll never let you get away,”
He replied.
I paused then emptied the magazine into the engine block and front tire, the Lincoln veered sharply to the left and flipped several times before exploding into a disproportionately large fireball.
I sprinted forward and screamed at Vladimir to lift off; he looked at me with wide eyes and pushed forward on the planes throttle. Seconds later the Cessna picked up speed and creaked and groaned as the wheels left Terra Firma and eased into the hazy New York sky.
I scanned the horizon through the cockpit window whilst Vladimir was making wisecracks about the “Silly Americans” and their stringent drink flying rules.
I felt the pesky object behind my eye and wished I had a way of ridding myself of this Rockstar implanted parasite that relayed my every move to their global command centre.
Vladimir still seemed convinced that I was his engineer, despite the mortal combat that had occurred between the murderous agents and I just feet behind him. I hoped they didn’t have any sort of inappropriate work place relationships occurring on board.
Settling down into the aircraft I checked my Blackberry while we still had signal and noticed that I had an email from an old friend of mine who now worked for the agency. He informed me that the following agencies were on high alert and actively pursuing me – CIA, MI5, MI6, FBI, ATF, DEA, INL, Rockstar, Border Control and, strangely, The Woman’s Auxiliary Balloon Corp.
I managed to get a look at the flight plan, fully expecting a nice Trans-Atlantic flight to Europe. I gazed at the maps and the shipping manifest; we were shipping 3500 dehydrated Haggis to Bogota, Columbia.
I let the information sink in and started running through my contacts in South America, Bogota is a lawless hell hole populated by a combination of Mercs, Spooks, Drug Cartels and corrupt Military and Police, I should be right at home. I was jolted from my day dream by the appearance of something on the horizon, it was something I had seen before, it looked like a pair of angry wasps intent on stinging my nether regions, it was two AH-64 Apache attack helicopters.
Dammit, they closed fast on the decrepit aircraft on which I was travelling, and Vladimir’s pathetic rate of climb kept us within striking distance of the Rockstar death machines manned by vicious soldiers of fortune with the expressed desire of using my nipples as target practice.
The lead helicopter started to strafe the plane with its lethal 30mm Cannon; luckily we were still a sufficient distance away for the fire to be largely inaccurate. I moved to the cockpit and franticly gestured towards the helicopters to Vladimir, he looked startled and asked me to go out back and hide the Vodka.
“Climb you fool,”
I shouted. He pulled back hard on the sticks and the Cessna went into a steep climb and pitched toward the sky. The helicopters gave chase but peeled off at about 16000 feet. Thank God.
The rest of the flight to Bogota was uneventful, I spent the time fashioning a parachute from old socks and shirts that were lying about the back of the plane, I planned a HALO jump into the outskirts of Bogota, lack of oxygen may be a problem but I figure that I’ll make it.
I made the jump with no problems, I have landed in dense primary jungle and I estimate that I am about 15 KM from Bogota. I have established an observation post on a small village which appears to be producing a phenomenal amount of Narcotic.
I have been here for about 24 hours and I am meeting one of my contacts this evening, he’s a ruthless private soldier, I forget who he works for, the highest bidder no doubt. He thinks that he will be able to put some work my way. I’ll have to start at the bottom though.
A Military Patrol passed within 50 Meters of my location earlier, they looked like a regular Columbian army patrol, with one glaring difference, they wore the Blue Rockstar Insignia on their right sleeve.
I am now planning my Agent Contact for tonight. I’m going to have to establish myself here so that I can figure a way out of this mess.
For the time I am safe, I hope the canopy is not allowing my GPS implant to give an accurate fix on my location.
Rockstar are chasing me harder than ever, losing some of their agents at JFK has only motivated them more.
I will keep you updated.
Adios for now.
Deepthroat.
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Gents,At about 1500hrs local time on the 14th March 2007 in Bogota, Columbia, I was apprehended by Rockstar Agencies supported by Columbian Anti Narcotics Police and a Combined Federal Task Force. I was moved to a secure facility located in a disused subway station in New York City and subjected to prolonged interrogation and re-education.
I can now confirm that I do not possess, and have never possessed any information pertaining to the forthcoming game commonly known as Grand Theft Auto IV. The previous posts made by me were the confused ramblings of a paranoid mind and any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Yours Faithfully,
Scott.
SECRET MESSAGE IN BOLD: BEINGCOERCEDNYCITIS
Translation: Being coerced (being forced to write this), New York City it is (the setting of GTA IV)
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Guys, Gents, Girls, Lads, Folks,I just wanted to say that I hope that you get all your dreams, and more with GTA IV.
You are true hardcore fans and your passion is clear for all to see, just by browsing the forums.
I hope that I managed to pass a few moments of time for you in the last few weeks. Thanks for all the kind stuff that was said about the little snippets of a story.
Cheers and best of luck tonight, I'm certainly staying up!!!!
Scotty.
PS. A Rockstar employee who resembles a strategically shaved gorilla stands outside my door 24/7 since I was re-educated!
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Not quite how I would've put it, but close.Gents, I must reiterate that I was thoroughly debriefed by multiple divisions of Rockstar, I have the scars to prove it, and I have no information of any kind relating to the forthcoming game, at this time.
Kind Regards,
Scotty.
PS. Be one great ostrich today, always.
Possible Subliminal Message given by "deepthroatgta4"
He has posted again saying the following after another member (Scottygta4), who joined on the 31st, said that it was an April Fools joke.
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Gents,I can state, absolutely, that I am in no way associated with scottygta4. You have my word on that one fact. This is not an "April Fools" as suggested by young Scotty. The information, which I believed at the time, is posted for all to read.
Whilst hijack may be a new and innovative aspect of game play, it is a bit sad on a forum.
At this time I have no information relating to the forthcoming game, for which I apologise.
Cheers,
Scotty.
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Gents,While some of the posts within this topic are both detrimental to proper discussion and outright annoying, a certain member has served to demonstrate one key point -
Credibility is everything.
Kind Regards,
Scotty.
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Nah Joey will never be in control of the Leone Family you know it just dosn't seem right
I thought he took partial control in GTAIII...
BTW: fix your sig, put the one underneath the other.
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Personally, i don't get bi's, hello, just pick one or the other. Stop being so damned greedy.
Greedy? Say what now? Pick one or the other? What if we don't want to? And hey, stop having more than one food you'll eat! You're being greedy! Or better yet, only pick ONE car you'll drive, to prevent more greediness. Better yet, pick ONE person you'll be attracted to and NO ONE ELSE EVER YOU GREEDY PERSON!
Sexual preferrence is just that, A PREFERRENCE. Why would it matter if someone didn't HAVE a solid preferrence? That's like saying, "No, you can either like cake or pie, not both!". Well why the hell not!?
i have no problems with homosexual, as long they don't try to messing around with women, that makes them bisexual. i can't imagine if i'm making love with a woman that has been fu**ed a gay. Being bisexual is so inconsistent. Makes me sick! so, this is for gay-man:
!STAY AWAY FROM OUR GIRL!
If a gay guy f***s a girl you say he's bi. By your own definition you can never have sex with a girl who has had sex with a gay guy, for then he isn't gay, he's bi. Slick wording, buddy.
Inconsistent? Does something like a PERSONAL LIKING need to be consistent? On top of that, how is it inconsistent? It's not like one day I'm like, "Today, I want to like girls and only girls", then the next day, "Y'know, I'm only going to be attracted to guys today". People get such a stupid idea about bisexuals. Bisexuality is the ability to love and be attracted to both sexes..... How is that inconsistent?
I would assume you only have a problem with bisexual MALES, for that is what you SINGLE OUT in your post. Yet, I bet you wouldn't turn down a bisexual female. OOOH! How about a bisexual female and her friend? Bet you'd jump at that offer, wouldn't you? Stop being a hypocritical ignorant close-minded asshole for a minute and think about the shit you're saying.
Oh, and stay away from OUR girls.
Aww man, your post crack me up. I just don't get this whole subject and why people get so offended by shit in both directions of the argument. Can't we all...just...get along?
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The correct term is "Vercetti Gang". They aren't a Mafia family, for various reasons. They are not called "Vercetti Organization" or "Crime Ring" due to the GTA: VC stats screen labels it as such. Some characters, such as Kaufman Cabs' Delores, refers to his organization as such. And stop trying to say i don't know much about gta.
When did I say that it was called "Vercetti Organization" or "Vercetti Crime Ring"? "Vercetti Gang" isn't a term, it's a name, which was given to Tommy's "gang" by Dolores, which doesn't make it the official name. He controlled an Criminal Empire. This doesn't even matter, I was commenting on Rashon125's comment and you had to bud in and put in your 2 cents. I'm trying not to cause fights, but people like you keep answering for other people that causes me to go on rants about off topic things. If this really bugs you that much, send me a PM.
Now PLEASE, back on topic.
I feel that the Leone Mafia will make a big return in GTAIV, but with Joey in control of the family. I don't see it all that possible for Tommy's Empire to move up to Liberty, but you never know.
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There could be more than one place but I think it's going to be ALL of New York, every part of it. How would they put Vice City and San Andreas in one, there no where near each other.
They could have it so that you'd have to get there strickly by plane...maybe boat. I think we'd just be getting our hopes up saying that it could be in other places other than the state Liberty City is in...don't know if Rockstar would call it New York or something else. Maybe call the whole state "Liberty"...
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Here at my Custom GTAIV Sig Shop, you could request any amount of pics (this includes GIF image sigs), of your choosing, to be put into your custom sig. You could choose text you would like on the sig along with the font, color, shadowing etc. You could request boarders around the sig or anything of the sort. I'll create to your specifications.
Prices:
-Sizes ???-450X170 = $25
-Sizes 451X171-600X300 = $50
-Sizes larger than 600X300 = $75 (Forums may not take any larger than this.)
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Sizes:
Custom Sizing Available.
Examples of what I could do.
Elite Smurf's SigsDmac_91's Sigs
Red Devil's Sigs
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