The Ultimate Vice City RPG

[Abe-gun]

Tommy Vercetti has to...move? Yet he will still have control of Vice City. But he and millions of other bad people (me and hopefully you) have to wreak as much havoc in ten days as possible before Tommy moves.

Please sign up the way I am...

Name:Jason
Age:20
Specialty:Bombs
Usual carried weapons: (you may have a max of 6) shotgun, chaingun, pistol, m16, detonated nades and a nitestick
Breif History:Having not even a birthday old enough to drink, Jason leaves his Trailorpark to meet the guy that he loves; Tommy Vercetti. Yet when he meets him, he willl get more than an autograph...
Phys Bio: Tall, skinny, big, fat, he's whatever you want to call him. But be careful about your names, or he might just pull a pistol to your throat. He has blue eyes and really is as tall and thin as a nerd, but inside he's a black guy with some huge muscles who's never afraid to kick ass. He's just afraid to let this "badass" emotion let go, because when he does, he's another common criminal.

I'll start this RPG, please...

Jason walked out of his trailer to go see Tommy Vercetti, the known crimninal legend. He wanted an autograph, but also heard "Big-T" wanted some help as a criminal. He went to the next trailor and knocked on the door; that's right, tom and Jason lived right next to each other. Tom opened it up with a shotgun drawn. Jason got his chaingun. "woah!" shouted tommy, and he lowered his gun, "that's a pretty awesome gun, you know? I would never fight against that one. Hey, anyway, what's ure name and wadda ya want?" "My name is Jason "Jackhammer" Jikkens, and I have come for an autograph. You are the known criminal legend and want to hang around as much as possible," replied Jason. Tommy thought this over and said, "come in." as Jason did. When he walked in Tommy said to take a "god damned seat." as Jason did. "You ain't gettin' no autograph. I have to move in 11 days exactly. To Liberty City. So I want you to be in my group of criminals and help us destroy the town!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha...ahem, sorry. wadda u say?" Jason looked at him as if he had been asked if he wanted a triple spread shotgun, a 50 pound box full of bombs and a grand theft auto T-shirt, which means he replied, "****H****E****L****L**** YEAH!!!!!"

Now, Tommy wants you! *fades to black with lincon music and shows Tommy in an American Flag suti in front of an American Flag, pointing at you with a little "I want you!" talk-bubble in his mouth. Then appears, "Or else!" To ask nicely, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so tired of persuading you.

[Abe's son]

Name: Onisasha (Real name unkown)
Age: 25
Speciality: Hitman
Weapons: AK 102, AR10-A4, Dual Glock 19s, HK SMG 2 (dual).
Phis: Black trousers, black workshirt, black boots, teal tie, brown hair, palish skin, green eyes, thin as hell. Smoking and drinking habbit. Tends to do alot of meele combat.

[Abe-gun]

Jason walks out of the trailer, and sees Onisasha standing there. "Jason..." "Onisasha..." came his reply. "I'll just call you...Oni," said Jason, shaking Oni's hand. "Hey go into his trailor, considering your wild tattoos and beer and drugs and that cigar shoved in your face, I can see you might wanna help Tommy destroy Vice City within ten days...?" Oni looked at Jason, and for the first time, Jason saw him smile. The scars on his face with the toothless smile made him look very eerie. "Yea---" and then the smile faded and Oni bumped into him, shoulder to shoulder, as he walked into the trailor to talk to Tommy. As Oni closed the door, Jason thinks, "Why the hell did I put signposts up advretising Tommy's little operation? Him and I don't look like we'll do so much as ask each other for a smoke."