Class	ציטוט:
	סיפור נחמד , לא אהבתי תקטע עם Vagos וגם לא אהבתי איך התהפכת משודד חנויות מקצועי לשוטר, קצת מסובך אבל נחמד.

זה מוסתר בעלילה

האנגלית זה מפני שזוהי דמות חדשה (יחסית) שלי לLSRP,ורק היום סיימתי לכתוב את פרק 2.
אני רוצה לראות את דעתכם,אני מתלבט אם להוסיף אותה גם לשרת שלנו.

I was born in San Fierro, My mother, Martha Fido, starting getting contractions at a party. Thank God my father and a very close friend of his, Vincent Capo, was there. They called immediate help and a Limo Driver came to help and brought us to the Hospital in his Limousine. And there I was born. I was named Leon Fido and Lived in Las Venturas with my mother and father. After about 3 years my parents divorced. They got caught up in a fight and things worsened. In the end my mother took me and moved away from Las Venturas, back to Los Santos, where my mother was born and raised.

I am not sure if I was 3 years old but I was around that age, I could only faintly remember what had happened. Me and my mother went back and lived in my grandma’s house, Vivian. Vivian was an Afro-American woman married to a Mexican Chicano who has also been divorced. She was so loving and caring compared to my mother. My mother was always gone working, she was out all of the time dealing drugs and having sex with other men. But when she came home, she would have quite a lot of money to feed us. So basically I had two moms! It wasn’t such a bad time but I was young at the time and didn’t realize in what kind of situation my mother was in. My grandmother knew fully well that my mother was dealing crack-cocaine and having sex for cash, and often they would be fighting about that issue.

Time flew by as I was getting older, I was often out the door playing with my friends like a normal kid. And we had a group of 4 lads. Antonio, Marcus, Curtis and me. Neither of us didn’t go to school because our families couldn’t afford it, so we stayed and chilled out. At the time, I was 8 and I could fully remember what great times they were. Even now I’d often think back at those times, maybe even day dreaming and falling asleep. But of course times changed, that’s when I met my uncle…

Yes, my uncle… Eduardo Cuba. He was related to my mother as an Ex Brother-In-Law. He was running a Mexican gang called Los Aquadores, a branch of the Aztecas. As soon as I met him we hung out a lot together with my friends, running small errands. These small errands varied from stealing, pick pocketing and destroying shops and cars. After doing these errands we would get payed, only small amounts but as I got older we got more and more cash and bigger jobs. Times were fuckin’ great; we had an awesome gang at the age of 15. Antonio, Marcus, Curtis were of the same age and Roberto Mendez was 23, Al Hebrera was 21 and Eduardo himself was 22. Oh, hehe, and I almost forgot. Our sworn enemy… Los Santos Vagos. They were fuckin’ shitbags, they would come around with lowriders and shit, thinkin’ there hard. We would be disturbed and pull out our nines and blasted on those fools. Although… It was good and funny, laughing at those fools but until one day we really underestimated them. Los Aquadores were having a meeting with the Aztecas we would come by with our low riders and have a small chat and come to business. Before we knew it, it was a setup… The Aztecas had set us up together with The Vagos. They came to an agreement to work together and secretly wanted to get rid of us.

Yes, we were setup. Those fucking pigs set us up. But thank God we had our pistols ready and Roberto had a Tech-9. We were supposed to meet at Mulholland Intersection and we came a bit earlier than the normal time. We drove there with our low riders and made a circle, for so that if anything went wrong, we would be able to cover behind them. We stood there waiting for 15 minutes and we were thinking that something went wrong. And I guess we were right. Vagos pigs and Aztecas pricks came closing in. Creating a small blockade with cars and they all got out. To my surprise they had good weapons, Mp5 and Ak’s And even Desert Eagles. Eduardo blurted out something Spanish and drew his 9mm pistol. He lowered himself and gave a command to draw our weapons. So we did, we all grouped up and behind Eduardo’s fine low rider. Vagos were shooting with shotguns and mp5’s, while Aztecas with Ak’s and Tech-9’s. A massive shootout. I’ve never seen the Vagos roll that deep before and one of the Vagos pigs shot Marcus straight in the head. I looked to the left side of me and saw ¾ of Marcus’s head. They actually blew a quarter of his head off, I guess it was a shotgun. Soon as I saw that I freaked out. I was shaking, so angry and scared as hell at the same time. I couldn’t take this anymore, it just had to end. We could never win against them, they were too big. We fought a little longer now. We decided to escape in the low riders. Eduardo ordered me, Roberto and Al to get in his car and he ordered Curtis and Antonio to follow him in another low rider. We all got up at the speed of light and dove in our car we were ordered in. Eduardo started the car and drove of. Everything seemed as in it was in slow motion. Antonio and Curtis got in another low rider. Antonio jumped in and took the steering wheel and started the car. Curtis jumped in the passenger seat and brutally got shot in his chest, I guess it must have been 6 shots with an AK47. Antonio shit himself, and by that time we were driving away, driving to the direction of the Los Santos bank. I got the chance to look back and I saw Antonio grabbed Curtis’s 9mm and got out of the car. He drew his other 9mm and aimed two pistols at the Vagos. And he actually shot 2 Vagos and one Azteca. I looked back in front of me and screamed at the top of my lungs. I have lost my childhood friends...

At the time I was 17 and all my life I’ve been seeing the ghetto of Los Santos. I never knew that this was going to change. We drove away with our low rider we drove to a cabin, north of Los Santos. We stayed there for a couple of weeks and got our shopping in at Montgomery. We had to do something, we couldn’t stay there for the rest of our lives. And there is no way we could go back to Los Santos, we could easily be shot. Those mindless gangbangers wouldn’t hesitate to shoot us. Eduardo was thinking. He got an idea what sounded crazy, but it could give us a new chance. His idea was to start a new life and gang in Las Venturas. A soon as he told the whole idea my mind went crazy. I couldn’t possible imagine going back in Las Venturas. And our cash is running low, we had to make a living somehow. So, we decided to go to Las Venturas. We got our shit together and drove off to Las Venturas.

We arrived in Las Venturas and we saw a very big difference between Los Santos and Las Venturas; No street gangs. And I remember Eduardo saying: “Fucking Spaghetti eaters.” We found out that Las Venturas was actually built by the Italian Mafia, and from here we would establish Los Aquadores again. We decided to do our own jobs, everyone a different job so we would earn money. Eduardo would work at the docks, importing guns from Russia and selling them on the streets. I would get connections from the mafia and get drugs and selling them for a high price. Roberto joined me and Al joined Eduardo. We would come together after a hard days work and Eduardo would give us guns. And most of the time I would have a lot of cash and many grams left. We would sniff some cocaine, and this stuff was different than in Los Santos. This was pure shit from Colombia. Days went by and we were getting richer and richer. Selling guns earned a lot for families who were in war.
Days were good, and there was no trouble from the cops. Cops loved the coke we would sell to them, they were corrupt as hell. And soon I turned 18, and on that very same day on my birthday I reunited with my father again. We were supposed to supply the Tattaglia’s with Cocaine and guns. They were in war with Cuneo; they both were my best customers. We decided that I and Eduardo would supply the Tattaglia’s and Roberto and Al would supply Cuneo. While dealing with Tattaglia’s I met my father, Claude, Claude Fido. I hugged him and squeezed him tightly while Eduardo was supplying weapons. While I and my father were done we got each others numbers and sold drugs to the Tattaglia’s.

We sold our products in the name of Los Aquadores. So did Roberto and Al. One day Roberto got a call from a newspaper. He thought it was kinda odd, but agreed to meet them. They were to meet at the City Hall and Roberto got in the car. After a few questions they tied him up and mugged him. Roberto told about Eduardo and The Los Aquadores. The unknown family rigged the car with a bomb and blew up the car. Roberto survived, he rehabilitated in the Las Venturas Hospital. He told the whole story to us and fled to Los Santos. That’s all I know from him. Things got fucked up without Roberto and Al got threatened by Paterno. Al got scared and fucked off, also back to Los Santos. Me and Eduardo had a serious talk. After the talk I knew what he had to do. He went off to revenge the Vagos and find his two best friends.

I got my phone out, called my father and told him what had happened. Our relations got very good; we were father and son, and also best friends. Times were so good, I didn’t have to deal drugs; nor did I think about Eduardo. My father inspired me so much that I was going to follow his footsteps. My father gave a legit drivers license and a house. And now from this point I would have my very own organization…. The Fido Organization. With this organization I would recruit local drug and gun dealers to work for me for a fair price. We would get a large supply and deal to families for a low price. That way we could earn large amounts of small cash and we’d make a big profit. We had big connections with families but we only had few members.

So, born in San Fierro lived in Los Santos. I never knew what happened to my mother, nor my grandmother. Never did I really care. Sometimes I’d still think about my childhood friends and the ghetto lifestyle we lived in. And of course that horrific shootout with the Vagos and Aztecas. And now my uncle, Eduardo, hoping he would return in a good state of mind together with Roberto and Al.

I continued to work on my organization with my father and things didn’t work out. Las Venturas have different people than in Los Santos and I missed the people there. My father left the Tattaglia’s. And from that point I was fed up with this town. I moved back to Los Santos, got our cash and left Las Venturas. This time I would help, finding my uncle Eduardo and my old gang. I’m praying that I will succeed.
Now, I’m in Los Santos. Lost all my money and rented a cheap place. It’s strange being back again, it has been two years. I’ve set a few goals in my mind, to find my grandmother Vivian, to find my mother and to find my uncle Eduardo. Roberto and Al are probably dead. I was even thinking of reestablishing The Fido Organization again. This time I would use more help of my father and Eduardo, If I him that is
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[This Story is the second part in the story. Before continuing, read part one.]
Once arrived in Los Santos our cash was completely lost, left with only our wallets which had about 5G’s. I’ve gained a lot of wisdom and street smarts by living in Las Venturas for three years and working together with The Mafia. I soon rented a small and cheap apartment, just on Market Street. I had also made a few goals in mind; Finding my grandmother, Vivian. Finding my mother and of course my best friend and uncle, Eduardo Cuba. It felt weird being back in Los Santos again, but I found my ways trying to live a peaceful life. But soon I had to stop paying cash and I opened a bank account. I became a drug dealer again but there were too many Gangs and Organizations dealing with citizens and The Mafia. Being fed up by having to raise my prices I gave it up. In a way, it’s a good thing but after that I got into carjacking which once had me caught up in bad trouble…

My boss contacted me to steal a car near the vicinity of Vinewood. I followed my orders and looked for it. As I was nearly about to steal it, the owner entered the car. I of course shit myself and ran away quickly. He stepped in and drove off. I decided to chase him and I stole a car nearby and follow him around Los Santos. It wouldn’t have been a wise choice to steal it at that moment so I followed him until he stopped somewhere to give me time to jack it. And then he stopped at a local 24/7 supermarket stepped out and entered the shop. I got my chance and ran to his car, looking around me to see if anyone was there and tried to pick the lock. Finally the lock broke, but damn! I had to start up the engine. Breaking the part underneath the dashboard, ripped out a few cables and started hotwiring it. I had to hurry up because he can come out any time now. “Hey! What the fuck!?” He yelled quickly running to his car and pulled out his keys. I panicked “Start! Goddamnit!” The next thing I knew was that a fist landed straight in my face, severely crushing my nose; which now broke and knocked me out.

Five minutes later I woke up. With my hand I felt my face, feeling that my whole face swelled up. Also feeling some silky substance cloth, covering my eyes… I was blindfolded! The driver mumbled something in Sicilian now, didn’t know what he was saying because I only have little knowledge of the Italian language. “Where are we going!?” I said in a panicky voice. “To Hell…” The man said in a calm but very nerve-racking voice. He stopped now, with my ears I listened closely; I heard Seagulls now and water splashing. I guessed I was somewhat close to the docks. Then something liberated me; he took the blindfold off my face. I looked around and I guess I was right, I was at the docks. He got a Cuban cigar, cutting the end off with a cigar cutter. He lit up the cigar. Inhaled the smoke deeply, blowing it back out. While he was smoking his cigar he thought deeply. When he smoked his cigar halfway he got out of his car and dragged me out. I didn’t resist as he kept on dragging me to the ledge of the docks. He forced me to the ground and pulled my head over the ledge. “Jacking my fucking car…” He mumbled. “I’m sorry!” I shouted. He got his cigar cutter and placed it on my thumb. Suddenly a sharp pain rushed from my palm to my spine. I felt a thick liquid running down my arm, which was blood. “AAAAAAAHHHHH” I screamed out loud. “Scream while you can, nobody hears you anyway” He said, grinning. Again he moved the cutter to my little finger. Again I felt a sharp pain. I screamed again “Aaaahhhhh!” He laughed devilishly.

“What the fuck, pendejo!?” I heard a familiar voice. The man who assaulted me turned around. “Get the fuck away from Leon, Puto!” The man with familiar voice pulled a gun. “Vamos! Pendejo!” This is were I recognized his voice, it was Eduardo! The man let me go, walking towards Eduardo. “Get the fuck back, Frank.” Eduardo said. Frank smiled. I guess they knew each other somehow… Frank drew his pistol. Eduardo responded and lifted the gun at his head, Frank did the same. They both stood there aiming the weapon at each other. They were both silent until a loud noise echoed. To my surprise they were both on the ground. I shocked and they both didn’t move. I got up and walked to Eduardo. “Fuck!” I shouted. They were both shot in the head, my best friend lying there at the shittiest place you can be. I cried. I sat there for like 5 minutes, thinking about his death. Finally as I settled down abit I stepped into Frankies car and drove off.
I delivered the car to my boss, explained what had happened and he took care of my hand. I told him that this was gonna be my last job as a carjacker. I now had enough money to get myself sorted. I still kept on renting a motel and done various small jobs such as washing dishes and other things in restaurants and bars. I went to school too, where I Got myself some qualifications. And I also tried to visit my grandmother, Vivian. But the next door neighbors told me she died of cancer last year. And finally I applied for a job at the LS-PCT. And the good thing was that I got accepted. I never felt so happy in my life, and everything was going fine. I bought myself an Elegy, a lovely sports car which I still have. I planned to keep to this career and maybe I might think of becoming a part of LS-PD…


Leonardo “Leon” Fido.

עכשיו תראו,בגלל שאין לי GTA SA עד מחר,אני זמין בשביל לעזור בסיפורי הדמות שלכם,צרו איתי קשר בוונט או בה"פ,נישב אתכם,נעשה בומבה של סיפור.
מקווה לתגובות טובות,יש כמה שגיאות גרמר,זה מה שקורה שכותבים סיפור מ4 בלילה עד עכשיו

Pureley awsome

As allways

RUSIAN PWEN 4SS

Thanks my hobo'yes friend

סיפור מרתק אחי, אהבתי.

ככה זה בLSRP,צריך להקפיץ את כולם D:,תודה אחי.

דיי איזה סיפור יפה,למרות האגלית המפגרת שלי שלא הצלחתי לקראו הכול

	BaRKiD	ציטוט:
	דיי איזה סיפור יפה,למרות האגלית המפגרת שלי שלא הצלחתי לקראו הכול

סיפור יפה ביותר
בר איזה קטע לא הבנת אני יתרגם לך אותו בוונט
חחחח...
אפשר לכתוב את הסיפור של כיפה אדומה כרקע לדמות?!
חחחח סתם בצחוק

	BaRKiD	ציטוט:
	דיי איזה סיפור יפה,למרות האגלית המפגרת שלי שלא הצלחתי לקראו הכול

אז איך הבאנתה משהו??

תודה בר

למרות שהאנגלית שלך יותר טובה משלי עדיין ראיתי טיפה טעויות באנגלית אבל ממשש לא נוראא

אאאחחייי??? סיפור חזק ישמן אם אתה לא מתקבל לLSRP אני בא לבית של רובי מונטי או מישזה לא יהיה והורג אותו חחח אחי ממש אהבתי.
עוד לא ייצא לי לשחק איתך =[

	VanDaliZe	ציטוט:
	למרות שהאנגלית שלך יותר טובה משלי עדיין ראיתי טיפה טעויות באנגלית אבל ממשש לא נוראא אאאחחייי??? סיפור חזק ישמן אם אתה לא מתקבל לLSRP אני בא לבית של רובי מונטי או מישזה לא יהיה והורג אותו חחח אחי ממש אהבתי. עוד לא ייצא לי לשחק איתך =[

כן אחי,אם אני משחק זה רק ממחר,כי יש לי בעיה במחשב ובמחשב הזה הGTA בעייתי,אני עושה מאמצים לשחק.

omg חתיכת משקיען... סיפור סוף הדרך

סיפור יפהה. .. אהבתי.

סיפור נחמד , לא אהבתי תקטע עם Vagos
וגם לא אהבתי איך התהפכת משודד חנויות מקצועי לשוטר, קצת מסובך אבל נחמד.