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The Wolves
Protection Robbery Assassination
Chapter One: Jared's Story & The Snipin' Wolves,
"Hey there. The name's Jared, and that's it. Can't give out my last name now, too risky, ya know? I've been caught up in too much shit to give out personal facts like the such. Damn law, always on my tail. Too bad they're messin' with me, right? The fuckin' most clever guy Liberty's ever seen. I swear some of the guys here claimin' to be criminals. Yeah right! How're they supposed to rob a fuckin' bank if they can't even count past five! The nerve of these assholes. Well, there was this one guy. Chris, or Klein, or something like that. He was like me, sorta. I mean, he had a mind, not like he was being controlled by some power or giant computer or somethin'. Ah well, he's not here anymore, and I guess that's why I am writing this. A dedication or something to him, or perhaps a memoir to me? Ya know, in case the fuzz catch up to me or one of my old "friends" find me or something. Not gonna happen though, but just in case. You can never be too careful, especially when you live
in a place like Liberty. Then again, you're already dead if you live in hell. I guess you can say the same about Liberty.
Heh, I guess I am kinda rambling on again. Kinda hard to avoid now, SPANK has killed almost every single one of my fucking brain cells. So damn addictive. Hey, any kiddy's out there reading this, don't ever do SPANK or any of those other drugs. You'll turn out like me, but a thousand times worse. You'll wreck your whole entire fuckin' life before it even begins. My life was over before I was even born, so it was all right for me to dope myself up. After all, I was born in Liberty.
Well, I guess if you are an outsider readin' this, then you have no idea what the hell I am talking about. Liberty City, worst place in America, possibly even the worst place in the world. Liberty's divided into three islands or parts, even. There's Portland, Staunton Island, and then Shoreshide Vale. Fuckin' nice place Shoreside is, too bad the goddamned gangs had to ruin it. That's right, gangs. Liberty's entire system is based on those gangs. Man, there are a lot. There's the Mafia, Triads, Diablos, Cartel, Yardies, man... trust me, each gang is worse then the next. Then there are the Wolves, The Snipin' Wolves to be more exact. Newest gang in Liberty, but more about that later. Anyways, the Cartel, they make some drug called SPANK. Pretty new drug too, but already its popularity is sky rocketing. I took it before, man, let me tell you, one hell of a wild ride. I'll never take it again, but I probably will. All drugs are like that, even though you quit it, you still take
it anyway. Never get caught up in that shit. Trust me on this one.
So, there are The Snipin' Wolves. One day they weren't there, the Cartel was almost fuckin' destroyed, but then a new gang came and took its place. I am tellin' you; the gangs make Liberty live. This new gang was none other then the Wolves. And what's worse, the Cartel came back, with a new leader, a chick named Maria. Crazy shit. It really is. Back to the point, the Wolves were created. Headed by some guy named Jasper Wolf, he was actually a pretty good guy. One of the only sane ones in Liberty. This gang was something new, a new spice to Liberty. All other gangs kill each other mercilessly, but no, Jasper had a plan for the Wolves. He sold his gang out to the highest bidder, like some sort of mercenary gang. They specialized in protection and robbery and killing. That was their motto I think, "Protection Robbery Assassination." Yeah, that sounds about right. So, Jasper and his Wolves always assisted the highest paying gang. The paying gang changed from time to time, and
Jasper never felt any preference or emotion that swayed his decision. He went by money and money only. Damn, he would've made a great businessman or politician. If only he didn't come to fuckin' Liberty. The number one place to ruin your life.
Wait, hold up. I forgot one part of it. I was part of the Wolves, second in command actually. Don't ask me how I got involved or how I got to such a position, `cause frankly, I can't remember a goddamn thing. Damn SPANK. Yeah, me and Jasper were tight. No, not THAT type of tight. We were just close, that's it. He trusted me, and vice versa. Now that I think about it, that's probably what got me caught up in this shit. I could've been a mindless drone for him, but no. I am his fuckin' second in command and doing all sorts of shit only seen in nightmares. But I guess I don't regret it, no, I can't regret. Well I can't regret it now at least. That would just make my life a waste, and this story an even bigger waste. Speakin' of wastes, I am rambling on again, and wasting your time. Allow me to get on with this story.
The Wolves
Protection Robbery Assassination
Chapter One: Jared's Story & The Snipin' Wolves,
"Hey there. The name's Jared, and that's it. Can't give out my last name now, too risky, ya know? I've been caught up in too much shit to give out personal facts like the such. Damn law, always on my tail. Too bad they're messin' with me, right? The fuckin' most clever guy Liberty's ever seen. I swear some of the guys here claimin' to be criminals. Yeah right! How're they supposed to rob a fuckin' bank if they can't even count past five! The nerve of these assholes. Well, there was this one guy. Chris, or Klein, or something like that. He was like me, sorta. I mean, he had a mind, not like he was being controlled by some power or giant computer or somethin'. Ah well, he's not here anymore, and I guess that's why I am writing this. A dedication or something to him, or perhaps a memoir to me? Ya know, in case the fuzz catch up to me or one of my old "friends" find me or something. Not gonna happen though, but just in case. You can never be too careful, especially when you live
in a place like Liberty. Then again, you're already dead if you live in hell. I guess you can say the same about Liberty.
Heh, I guess I am kinda rambling on again. Kinda hard to avoid now, SPANK has killed almost every single one of my fucking brain cells. So damn addictive. Hey, any kiddy's out there reading this, don't ever do SPANK or any of those other drugs. You'll turn out like me, but a thousand times worse. You'll wreck your whole entire fuckin' life before it even begins. My life was over before I was even born, so it was all right for me to dope myself up. After all, I was born in Liberty.
Well, I guess if you are an outsider readin' this, then you have no idea what the hell I am talking about. Liberty City, worst place in America, possibly even the worst place in the world. Liberty's divided into three islands or parts, even. There's Portland, Staunton Island, and then Shoreshide Vale. Fuckin' nice place Shoreside is, too bad the goddamned gangs had to ruin it. That's right, gangs. Liberty's entire system is based on those gangs. Man, there are a lot. There's the Mafia, Triads, Diablos, Cartel, Yardies, man... trust me, each gang is worse then the next. Then there are the Wolves, The Snipin' Wolves to be more exact. Newest gang in Liberty, but more about that later. Anyways, the Cartel, they make some drug called SPANK. Pretty new drug too, but already its popularity is sky rocketing. I took it before, man, let me tell you, one hell of a wild ride. I'll never take it again, but I probably will. All drugs are like that, even though you quit it, you still take
it anyway. Never get caught up in that shit. Trust me on this one.
So, there are The Snipin' Wolves. One day they weren't there, the Cartel was almost fuckin' destroyed, but then a new gang came and took its place. I am tellin' you; the gangs make Liberty live. This new gang was none other then the Wolves. And what's worse, the Cartel came back, with a new leader, a chick named Maria. Crazy shit. It really is. Back to the point, the Wolves were created. Headed by some guy named Jasper Wolf, he was actually a pretty good guy. One of the only sane ones in Liberty. This gang was something new, a new spice to Liberty. All other gangs kill each other mercilessly, but no, Jasper had a plan for the Wolves. He sold his gang out to the highest bidder, like some sort of mercenary gang. They specialized in protection and robbery and killing. That was their motto I think, "Protection Robbery Assassination." Yeah, that sounds about right. So, Jasper and his Wolves always assisted the highest paying gang. The paying gang changed from time to time, and
Jasper never felt any preference or emotion that swayed his decision. He went by money and money only. Damn, he would've made a great businessman or politician. If only he didn't come to fuckin' Liberty. The number one place to ruin your life.
Wait, hold up. I forgot one part of it. I was part of the Wolves, second in command actually. Don't ask me how I got involved or how I got to such a position, `cause frankly, I can't remember a goddamn thing. Damn SPANK. Yeah, me and Jasper were tight. No, not THAT type of tight. We were just close, that's it. He trusted me, and vice versa. Now that I think about it, that's probably what got me caught up in this shit. I could've been a mindless drone for him, but no. I am his fuckin' second in command and doing all sorts of shit only seen in nightmares. But I guess I don't regret it, no, I can't regret. Well I can't regret it now at least. That would just make my life a waste, and this story an even bigger waste. Speakin' of wastes, I am rambling on again, and wasting your time. Allow me to get on with this story.