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PostPosted: Mon May 18, 2009 10:14 pm 
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CARCER CITY- BRAYDEN STREET
DECEMBER 3, 2003
9:24 A.M.
If there ever was a time when Cash wanted to just fall asleep and wake up back in prison, safe and sound, it sure as hell was now! But Cash then remembered that McNutly’s was not far away, and he knew that was where the Cerberus had chose as their lair for the time being. If he could just get to the bar, he’d let the CU boys take it from there. It was late morning, and Cash had seen more than his fair share of action.
Cash knew what to do. He ran over to a house that used to belong to his buddy Jordan, who used to be in the Skinz gang. Jordan had moved to Vice City to get into the porno acting business. Anyway, he broke open the door, and ran up to the bathroom and locked the door. He checked his Caller I.D. and redialed the last person who called him, Jesse.
“Yo.”
“Jesse, this is James Earl Cash. Things are NOT going well down here on Brayden! I’m holed up in a house near there and the Man is all over my ass.”
“Holy shit. BOYS, IT’S TIME TO HAUL ASS! WE GOTTA BIG JOB ON OUR HANDS!”
Cash heard the sound of many Cerberus soldiers cocking and stuffing fresh clips into their guns over the phone.
“Cash, stay on over at the house. We’ve got a special surprise for those stupid fucks!”
Cash stayed in the bathroom, with nothing to do, except maybe play a few games on his cell phone, but who needs games when Cash’s own life was a game? Albeit a sick, twisted one. He was constantly worried about some CCPD asshole busting the door open. Cash just re-assured himself, that wasn’t gonna happen. He waited for a tense measure of time. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen. But after twenty minutes of the combined forces of the CCPD, SWAT and Clowns on the
hunt for his ass, Cash heard an ominous sound come from outside. Cash ripped open the curtains of the bathroom window, and he was astonished. He saw an AH-64 Apache helicopter gunship fly over the dilapidated neighborhood, painted black with some red markings, and outfitted with sensors and lasers. The Cavalry sure as fuck had arrived, and Cash was overcome with relief. He noticed a convoy of armored cars drive down Brayden Street. Cash got a text from Jesse, and he looked down to see what it said.

see? i told u we’d have a surprise in store 4 ya!

Cash saw in the cockpit of the AH-64 what he thought was Jesse, giving him a thumbs-up. But perhaps it was only his imagination. Cash observed, as the Cerberus piled out of their vans, running as teams to confront the Man personally. Cash quickly whipped out his cell phone, and recorded a short video of the Cerberus putting their years of intensive training to good use on this urban battlefield. As Jesse in the Apache helicopter used the mounted chaingun on a pack of Clowns, a CU squad with sniper rifles on top of the tenement where Cash used to live quickly terminated out a few CCPD officers hanging out by the cruiser enjoying some donuts, them clearly not taking full advantage of the thrill of the hunt. One Cerberus, leading a squad of about seven gave a scissor kick to a SWAT member and then motioned for his CU soldiers to fire at the others in the SWAT team. This massive standoff lasted for about an hour, before Cash started to notice that the CU were all reloading their weapons. The AH-64 Apache flew over the neighborhood, and it was starting to rain. The sky grew grayer by the minute. Cash got a new text from Jesse. It read:

cash, its safe 2 cum down now. get into one of the vans and we’ll get you to mcnutly’s in no time

James Earl Cash felt a mighty good feeling in the pit of his stomach, like after you eat some soup or some sappy shit like that. He kneed the bathroom door open, and jogged downstairs. There was a Cerberus van parked right next to Jordan’s house, which was convenient. He was the envy of all the CU boys, and he was sure as hell going to have a few beers with them when they got to McNutly’s. All of the vans were locked and loaded, and they drove back to home base, or in Jesse’s case, flew. There was lots of preparing to be done, but that wasn’t paramount at the moment. All that really mattered to Cash was his acceptance by his former enemies.

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Whoa, shit, I posted the same chapter twice! Vincent, you can take the next chapter.

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CARCER CITY- MCNUTLY'S BAR
DECEMBER 3, 2003.
10:03 A.M.

James and the other CU all walked into McNutly's, laughing and swapping battle stories. Although the CU were pretty damn experienced, nothing lived up to the night that Starkweather forced upon Cash. As Cash and the CU opened a few beers and huddled around the billiards table, he told his entire nightmare of a story. The CU had taken off their uniforms, as Cash was no longer a threat, and stood there, shocked. A few CU who had escorted Cash through a few scenes confirmed what they knew, but couldn't believe the rest.
"How many hunters did you kill, man?"
"I didn't keep count, but it was well over a hundred."
"A hundred casualties in one single night? That's fucking hardcore."
"And the atmosphere didn't help none. I was scared shitless half the time, when those lunatics came out of nowhere. Starkweather can really set up a movie set, the shitbag."

The CUs raised their beers.
"A salute, to unstoppable, one-man-army, Rambo JAMES EARL CASH!!"
"W00t!! 1337 h4x m4t3!!!"
"YEAH!"
"You go girl!"
Cash smirked. After playing a few rounds of pool, arm wrestling (and pwning) CUs, and drinking bruskis, he realized his lack of sleep.
"Do I have a room? Or am I sleeping on this fucking pool table?" Cash asked Jesse.
"Yeah James, the motel-double upstairs. Room 7B." He gave Cash the room key.
"I'm tired as fucking balls, so I'mma get some sleep. 'Night fellas."
"'Night."
"Goodnight bro."
"Sweet dreams princess."

As Cash unlocked his door and opened it, his jaw dropped. The room was fucking amazing. The room had gun racks all along one wall (Loaded with M16s, sawn-offs, pistols, sniper rifles, and all sorts of gadgets.) Another wall had posters of naked women for Cash to masturbate to. His bed was huge, with fluffy pillows. Cash loved fluffy pillows. FLUFFEH! Cash thought. He had a dresser, filled with clothes (The CU had all donated some of their clothes, since Cash had nothing). He had a mirror on the wall, and Cash slowly walked up to it. He hadn't taken a good look at himself since jail.
As he looked into the mirror, he noticed new scars, bruises, and all kinds of 'break-ins'. His eyes were sunken, his cheeks were hollowed.
He looked like a corpse.

Cash would have made a scene, but he was too damn tired. He undressed, and crawled into bed. He cuddled with his fluffy pillows, and fell asleep instantly.


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He woke up in a daze. Due to his lack of sleep recently, he hadn't felt how drunk he had gotten the night before. He hadn't had such a bad hangover since his sister's wedding. His sister.. she was dead too. Cash had no time to think about all the shit Starkweather did to him. If Cash hadn't killed him, he wouldn't be able to rest. At least now, he had a chance to start over, with a badass reputation, huge arsenal of weapons, and military-trained CU buddies.
Cash got dressed and went downstairs into the bar. The CU had cleaned up the mess from last night. Man, Cash thought. These neat freaks were turning this run-down, abandoned piece of crap (It was run-down and crappy even back then, too) into a pretty nice safehouse. The place was empty, and a note was on the bar counter.

'James, me and the boys went over to the shooting range. When your sleeping beauty ass wakes up, come down and join us if ya like. There's a car in front, and it's all yours, courtesy of a CCPD dick's checkbook. Well, here's the range; 129th Parkside Street.'
-Jesse Thompson

Cash didn't feel like driving all the way down to 129th street. He went out front for a smoke, and dropped his cigarette when he saw the car the CU 'bought' him. A brand new, 2003 Cadillac. Black on black chrome, tinted windows, bulletproof siding, 19" rims. This baby was all Cash had looked at in his Carcer Cars magazine in jail. Cash hopped in, and sped toward his former house on Brayden Street, enjoying the polluted breeze from the open windows and sunroof. He spun onto the lawn, nearly missing all the CCPD, SWAT, and Clown vehicles spread all over the street. Cash kicked in his front door, as he always used to. He looked through the house, searching for something of use. Fuck, Cash thought. I forgot to bring weapons. Oh well, I'm not going to need them anyway.
Cash walked down the stairs into the cellar (his parents had owned the apartment.)
In the cellar, he found another note on his father's workbench, but the note was old, bloodstained, and dusty. Cash picked it up, and dusted it off. It was written in his father's handwriting, on a sheet of paper torn out from a journal. The date read;January 11th, 2002.

"James, if you're reading this, it means the gangs are officially taking over this building, and making us leave. We have to listen to them, or they'll kill us. I wish you were here, son, so you could protect your family.
I've hidden all our valuables, and a little gift, in the secret panel in the floorboards in my room.
I'm sorry I couldn't visit you in jail to say goodbye, but remember James, I'll always love you, you were my favorite son, and I hope you live to read this."
-Micheal Cash. Your dad.

Cash almost wept upon reading this. His father was the only family member that he cared about, besides his brother. His brother, Billy, was the only family member he was able to save from the Wardogs. Cash wondered if he would ever see Billy again.

Cash wiped away a tear and ran upstairs into his father's room. The bed was upturned and bloodstained, and the rest of his father's priceless furniture was missing. Cash got on his knees, and opened his father's secret panel. The family diary was there, which was full of photos and clippings of his family. James looked through it. The same photos. He skipped to the end, which had new items in it. Newspaper clippings, titled;

'James Earl Cash Sentenced To Death Row'

'Man Murders Mentally-Ill Friend; Sentenced To Death Row'

'Former Convict Cash Goes On Trial'

'Convict James Earl Cash Executed Last Night'

Several teardrops stained the yellowed newspaper clippings. Had his family wept while reading these articles? Cash looked into the hole and pulled out the last item; a metal box.
He opened the box and took out packs of money, possibly his family's life savings. The other thing was.. his father's silver revolver. His most prized possession, which he had gotten from his father (Cash's grandfather). James shed another tear upon seeing this. As a child, his father always told him "Jamie, when you grow up, this family heirloom will be yours." Cash had always wanted it, and it was now his.
Cash packed up the stuff, and went back into the cellar to collect the note, and search some more. He wanted everything he could.

As he arrived in the cellar, the front door banged open, and a few gunshots went off somewhere upstairs. Cash grabbed the only item he could find; a rusty screwdriver- and dove into some shadows under the stairs.
"Are you here, you inbred fuckface? The Hoods came back for ya! This time, you're fucked man!"
These fucking Hoods won't give up! Didn't they know they were the least-respected gang in all of Carcer? Cash checked the revolver, and nope, it was empty. No ammo. Cash searched his pockets; nothing. He had left his ammo and phone in his other pants, back in his room. Well, at least he had a screwdriver. A Hood ran downstairs, packing a sawn-off.
Cash made a mental decision; use total stealth for this escape.


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Nice job. Both of you did very good (yes, I read it all--I was bored). I give it a 10/10 (even though it was odd how they just helped Cash).

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PostPosted: Tue May 19, 2009 8:14 am 
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Agent Don wrote:
Nice job. Both of you did very good (yes, I read it all--I was bored). I give it a 10/10 (even though it was odd how they just helped Cash).



Well we basically improvise everything- no first drafts, storyline, or anything. :D
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Put simply: Co-Authoring rocks!

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Put simply: Co-Authoring rocks!


It's your turn to post a chapter ^_^


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PostPosted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:20 am 
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I know, I know. I just went through a whole lot of bullshit though, and It's really killing my creativity. Call me a retarded faggot peice of shit, but it would be cool if you could do the next chapter. I'll then do the next two.

I hope the next one involves Cash killing a man in a chicken suit.

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PostPosted: Wed May 20, 2009 5:26 am 
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Wesley22296 wrote:
I know, I know. I just went through a whole lot of bullshit though, and It's really killing my creativity. Call me a retarded faggot peice of shit, but it would be cool if you could do the next chapter. I'll then do the next two.

I hope the next one involves Cash killing a man in a chicken suit.


Np. I'll possibly write the chicken suit part ^_^

But tommorrow tho. I'm drowning in homework.


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No worries, I'll handle the next chapter. I'm in a much better mood now. You do the next one after this.


CARCER CITY- 7654 BRAYDEN STREET
DECEMBER 4, 2003
8:13 A.M.
It felt very awkward for Cash to be hunted down in the very apartment where he used to live. The Hoods gave up looking for Cash and went upstairs. He proceeded upstairs to a closet near the bathroom, where the towels were stocked. He heard the shower running, and there was a Hood inside pleasuring himself. Cash was reminded of an “Herbal Essences,” commercial Cash once saw on TV when he was a kid. Still haunted him today. After a few minutes of enjoying his sexual fantasy, the Hood climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Cash came out from his hiding spot and went into the bathroom and grabbed the Hood, who was now combing his hair. Cash strangled the miscreant, and then jimmied the screwdriver into his chest. He then ripped it out and slammed the dumb fuck into the wall headfirst. Cash then used his trademark kick on the guy to make sure he was dead. He was.
Surprisingly, this didn’t get the attention of the other Hoods. He opened up his medicine cabinet and found many interesting things in there. A couple porno pictures, (which Cash stuffed into his pockets for later) a few revolver rounds and a bottle of painkillers. He took a swallowed a few pills, and stuck them into his pocket along with the porno. Cash stuffed the rounds into his grampa’s revolver and went into the living room. He stuck to the shadows, because there were two Hoods in the room. He went into the cover of his overturned couch. He aimed for one of the Hoods’ heads. The dude was wearing a leather jacket and a bandana on his head. Cash was so pissed off at this dude. The Hood was reciting Cash’s favorite nursery rhyme as a kid, and putting a retarded spin on it.

"Johnny and Mary, sitting in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G. First comes Mary, then comes Johnny, and then Johnny capped Mary in the fuckin’ head! Just like what I’M gonna do to you, CASH! Y’here me, motherfucker? C’mon out, I’m waiting for ya!”

Cash shot the man in the head, splattering his brains across the dilapidated living room before he could finish his rant. The other Hood ran over to kick Cash’s ass. James Earl Cash vaulted the couch faster that you could say “fuck,” and he grabbed the faggot and headbutted him then threw him to the floor. The guy tried to rise up again, but Cash pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. “Let God sort ‘em out,” Cash thought to himself. He put his hands in his pants and scratched his balls for a few seconds, then tried to escape this damned apartment. He kicked open the door, but noticed a rather hilarious sight: A man in a chicken suit, armed with a 12-Gauge, and a sign over his crotch that said, “THE DELI IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS.” He must have been a leader of some kind, or maybe the Hoods’ new mascot. Cash forced out a chuckle, but then the thought crossed his mind that this shithead was armed and dangerous. Who knows what this Chicken Shit is on?

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Cash slammed the door, locked it, and ran back into the apartment. He ran upstairs, three steps at a time. He ran into his mother's room (His parents hated each other, so they slept seperately). Upon entering the room, he almost puked. Dead bodies were piled in the far corner, and the smell was unbearable. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket, tore it in half, and shoved the pieces up his nose. This helped block out the smell alot, but the tissues were dusty as hell. Cash felt like he was going to sneeze, but he held it in. Suddenly, he heard a shotgun blast, and a door bursting off the hinges. Chicken Man had gotten into the apartment. Cash panicked, looked around for a place to hide. No shadows in this room, and he wasn't going to hide in a pile of rotting corpses. Cash dove under the bed, kicked a rotting skeleton from underneath, and punched the ground to lure the crazy chicken fuck. About thirty seconds later, he heard high-pitched clucking, in a whispered tone.
"Buck..buck..buckbuckbuck.. bawwk."
Cash couldn't help but smile. This retard reminded him of Piggsy, although Piggsy was way scarier. As Cash reached for the revolver in his back pocket, he nearly sighed out loud. He'd used his last round on the Hood. Cash nonchalantly pulled out the rusty screwdriver instead. Coming from under the bed would take a few seconds, so Cash waited for a good chance, which came almost immediately. The Chicken Man walked over the pile of bodies, and.. sniffed it.
"Buck..buckbuck..SMELLS LIKE CHICKEN!!" BUCKBUCKBUCKBUCK!!!" The retard screamed. Cash got startled by the sudden outburst, and nearly slammed his head against the underside of the bedframe. Cash realized the Chicken had his back turned to him, so he crawled army-style from the bed, and walked slowly towards the Chicken. As Cash lunged for the Chicken's extended neck, the dust came back. He sneezed. "ACHOO!" The Chicken turned around, and Cash stupidly stabbed the Chicken near the shoulder, and, leaving the screwdriver inside him, ran out of the room, dodging several 12-Gauge rounds as he did so.

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He turned down the hallway, and ran into his sister's room. He dove into a shadowy corner beside her dresser. A few pairs of dirty panties lay at his feet. His sister was such a whore. She used to bring home different guys every night. Cash looked for a weapon, since his screwdriver was left behind. Her dresser was burned badly, and a piece of sharp-looking wood jutted from the side. He tore it off, which made a loud snapping noise. The piece of wood was about two feet long. The Chicken must have heard the noise, because he came into the room, eating a chicken leg, and holding the 12-Gauge with one hand..err..wing. Where the fuck did he get a chicken leg from? Cash got a better look, and almost puked for the second time today. It wasn't a chicken leg, it was a.. a.. a human foot. He must have torn it from the pile of rotting bodies. This guy was fucking sick!
Cash looked away. Seeing a guy dressed as a chicken eating a human foot was too much.
The Chicken looked around while standing in the doorway.
"Buckbuckbuck.. I'm not falling for that again! Buckbuck." The screwdriver was still jammed in his upper chest, and blood was leaking out, fast. Cash had really got him good.
The Chicken turned around and walked down the hallway, talking to himself.
"Gonna kill my man.. gonna make some chicken. I love chicken. But my shoes, my precious shoes, are boiled clean. Why would Jay Leno do such a thing to poor Chicken?" Cash was smirking. This guy was really nuts!
Cash walked out into the hallway, and snuck behind The Chicken. He hit him in the back of the head with the piece of wood, and shoved The Chicken on the ground. Before The Chicken could get up, Cash hit him again in the back, which broke the piece of wood. Cash kicked The Chicken twice before running past him into the upstairs bathroom.

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The Chicken man limped into the bathroom, past Cash's hiding spot, and punched the mirror, smashing it, revealing the secret drug-safe that Cash and Billy dug out as teens to hide their meth and weed. The Chicken didn't care about the safe, and walked back to the doorway, turning his back to Cash.
"Buckbuck. I'm standing here until you come fight me. Buckbuckbuck."
Cash snuck out of his hiding spot, careful not to attract the attention of The Chicken in this cramped space. He took the only syringe from the safe, and jammed the syringe into The Chicken's neck. The Chicken ran away, screaming "BUCKBUCK!! LEAVE ME AND MY CHICKEN ALONE! BUCKBUCKBUCKBUCK!!".

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The Chicken ran up the fire escape to the roof. Cash chased after him. The Chicken was on the roof now, and foolishly dropped his 12-Gauge, which Cash picked up and cocked. The Chicken pulled the syringe and screwdriver from him, and stupidly threw them at Cash. Cash dodged the syringe and caught the screwdriver, which he pocketed. That screwdriver was lucky, and probably had belonged to his father.
The Chicken held up his hands, backing up.
"Buckbuckbuck, don't kill me! Don't choke your chicken!"
Cash laughed at the ironic pun the retard unknowingly made. Cash was totally choking his chicken later anyway.
Cash smiled, and blasted The Chicken with the 12-Gauge, which blew a hole in his stomach, and launched him to the edge of the roof. The Chicken stumbled, and fell off the roof. Cash walked to the edge, and peered over. The Chicken Man had already stained the pavement. Cash slid the shotgun onto his back, climbed down the ladder, and hopped onto the ground. He walked around the tenement to inspect the body.
Cash got to the body, got on his knee, and unmasked the idiot.

Cash laughed, the weirdo looked like Tupac. No wonder why he was obsessed with fried chicken.


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Wow that was Fucking amazing i can't wait for more, I Just read it all and i love it. If this was a book it would be the first one I Would read. Wow THis is great, Keep it up. Great Story. Keep me Updated :wink:

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Wow that was Fucking amazing i can't wait for more

Vincent got banned and Wesley22296 is 'gay' so their wont be anymore.

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I will practise and continue the story.who else will write aswell? :D i am very excited so whoever gonna write with me please pm me i can only start when someone will co-op

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Cash inspected the retarded face before taking a leak on it,he seen that face somewhere but now was by no means a time to think.He entered the car shut the door,he was very shooken up.Then he purred up the road.
Once he was at 129th st He walked over to jesse who was not firing in the firing range.
''Hey dickhead''Jesse smirked,''Hey fuck you.


Cash woke up with an m16 pointed to his face.It was Jesse and all the other cu's in full uniform.
''You think we would let you go,we used you to put hole's into that bastard schaffer,don't do anything smart every weapon you have has been fucked away.
Cash was enraged he did something good for them so all that sucking up, all that mr.nice shit was faked.
Cash was in carcer zoo,he knew the ways out.He pushed the gun away with such strenght that it knocked jesse back.The other CU'S were astonished as for a split second they thought jesse was a lifeless corpse.
This fantasy as some would call was overuled when jesse emerged.''KILL HIM'' he shouted with rage.

Cash's split-second of hope was more than enough.He manged to jump into a hedge about 35 yard's away.
And much to his own luck none of the CU'S saw him as they were recovring from shock.
And more too his luck a good ole fashioned glass shard awaited him just beside him.The CU'S split one just one
was coming his way.''Cash come out please i will help you''.When the meat turned around facing the hedge opposite investigating Cash silently sneaked behing him and faster than you could say obi Cash grabbed the CU
and dragged the shard across his neck blood pissed out.Cash picked up the body calm as usaul and slid it silently into the hedge.Cash knew that the gate behind him was the same gate that he was brought to by the CU'S in starkweather's Ground's for assault.Cash began thinking is there any wardogs around.

Cash picked the m16 up it's coldness felt good,Cash wearily looked for a CU,he seen a CU Cash's heart was thumping like hell,Cash took aim his arms bobing Cash pulled the trigger the CU'S brain matter was messily slid across the ground.



So guys if you liked it please reply :) and whoever will post the next chapter go ahead as i am excited to continue :wink:

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