AN: Grand Theft Auto, what really can you say about it... well it's kinda fun, challenging and always has great characters. Well here is my take on a GTA Story. Palm City is based off of Fort Myers Florida which is near my town, so I decided to write a story based in a city I know well. Please let me know what you all think. Hope ya'll enjoy.

Tito's Auto-Body Repair, Los Santos 2013

"Things have been going from bad to worse recently." a tall Hispanic man in his early sixties said to his subordinates as they all sat around the blackjack table at the back of his auto-body shop. "The L.O.S.T. and the Aztecas are pretty much out in Sandy Shores–"

"Never thought I'd see the day when those two would be gone." one of the subordinates said with a sad sigh as he looked at the cards he had been dealt and then took a swig from his glass of wine.

"That statement is very true, Mick." the leader sad as he took a shot of whiskey. "A man by the name of Trevor Phillips is responsible for taking out the L.O.S.T. and the Aztecas–"

"You want us to go to Sandy Shores and pay him a 'visit?'" another man asked his boss.

"That's suicide. The man is insane enough to take out a whole trailer park full of motorcycle gangsters, what chance do twenty of us have?" the boss said in a serious tone.

"What we going to do, boss? We traded drugs and weapons with both the L.O.S.T. and the Aztecas. With them both most likely going belly up, who we going to sell product to?" Mick asked his boss.

"That's a good question, Mick, and I believe I have found an answer." the boss said as he took another shot of whiskey. "Put simply men, we leave Los Santos." the boss said bluntly, and that earned shocked looks from everyone present. "Now think about this. With our main traders and suppliers going under due to that nut in Sandy Shores, we've lost at least seventy percent of our drugs and weapons that we're putting on the streets, put simply: the Street Demons can't go on without product to trade and to sell." the boss said as he poured himself another shot.

"Boss, I agree with what your saying, but where would we go? I mean, we've been in Los Santos for over twenty years, we know this market–"

"Times have changed Mick, and our market is bleeding as we speak. We either move or we die." the boss put simply.

"Where would we even go?" another man asked his boss.

"Guess." the boss said simply.

"The L.O.S.T. and their rivals: The Angels Of Death are abundant in Liberty City, you thinking Liberty City, boss?" Mick asked.

"I wont lie, I had thought of that... but there would be to much competition. Too many powerful families competing for every inch of turf they can, we'd barely even get set." the boss said sadly. "I'm thinking we move South-East, Florida to be exact." the boss said with a big smile.

"You thinking Vice City?" Mick asked again.

"No way in hell are we moving to Vice City." the boss laughed. "There is a powerful man in charge of Vice City, and he's been in charge since the 1980's, we don't want to mess with someone who's that powerful and has so many connections." the boss said seriously. "But on the note of Vice City, where we're going, Vice City is only a few hours away." the boss said smoothly as he pulled a postcard out of his pocket and laid it in the middle of the table.

"Palm City?" Mick asked as he read the welcoming postcard which was abundant with several big buildings, bridges and a rather large body of water.

"Damn right it's Palm City. It's not as massive as Los Santos, or as abundant in competition as Liberty City or Vice City. Honestly it's a smaller city, but it has connections all over Florida. Elderly citizens, college kids, tourists, immigrants, you name it, Florida has it." the boss said proudly.

"It's sounding like a gold-mine to me." another subordinate said as he took a sip of beer.

"It's a small city that's emerging very rapidly in South-West Florida, as well as the surrounding communities, like North Palm City, and several small towns that are west and south of there, and like I said, Vice City is only a few hours away." the boss said appealingly.

"We have any contacts in Palm City, boss?" Mick asked.

"Indeed we do Mick. A city councilman by the name of Jose Torez. Now listen here boys..." the boss said as all men leaned forward to listen. "He's already got us a place in Palm City. It's not very neat since it's in a rough area, could be good for business though since there's a lot of small time drug dealers in the area. I won't lie and say its going to be easy, but it we work hard enough, Palm City could be ours for the taking." the boss said as he placed his empty shot glass in front of him. "Mick, I want you and Juan to fly down to Palm City and meet Mr. Torez. We'll give you a decent amount of cash to get started with. We'll give you a month or two, and then we'll come down as well. I think this is the beginning of a very bright future boys..."

To Be Continued...

AN: After much consideration I have decided to allow OC's into this story. Here is your OC form:

Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Preferred Clothing:

Vehicle of choice: (Helicopter or Private jet is the limit, Palm City is not Los Santos after all)

City of origin: (Even though almost the entirety of this story takes place in Palm City, where is your OC originally from: Palm City, Vice City, Liberty City, Los Santos)

Affiliation: (Does he or she work for the Street Demons, Palm Street Family, Contacts North in Liberty City, South-East in Vice City, or in Los Santos?)

Preferred Weapon:

Moral Code: (Simple Yes or No)

Backstory:

Notoriety:

I will choose either the best OC's, or maybe all of them to fill up characters in the story. Hope to hear from ya'll soon.