I guess this is necessary, so here we go Story of Jack Ancelotti:
Chapter One;
“The Beginningâ€Â
In a warm winter day in 1950 a child was born in “Ospedale Maggiore Di Trieste“ In 15. of January when a child called Jack Jones came out of his mother womb. The name Jack came from my great grand father who was a soldier in the first world war. My family ever since the beginning were fighters for good, the same was expected from me. As I was born into a complicated family where half of my relatives were Slovenian and half Italian. You see in the first world war Trieste was still Slovenian, my great great grand mother lived here, Jack senior was a Italian nationalist. As Italy won the first world war they had permission from the UK government to take over a part of Slovenia, which they did, that part was Trieste. My grand father fought in the second world war, he was responsible to protect the border between Italy and Slovenia, as Slovenia gave up and became a part of Italy. My father was twenty when he had me, but as Yugoslavia started forming in 1963 my father was called on duty as Italians did not want to get attacked by the newly formed SFRY, thus my mother took care of me until my teenage years.
“It’s Timeâ€Â
As my brother and I grew up under my roof, me still going to school and my brother being a mechanic at a local mechanic shop, my mother being a cook in an Italian restaurant we did not have much to live for, I learned how to be humble to my self as we did not have much, we did not hear from our father in years, it seemed as if Trieste wasn’t the right place for me. I decided to quit school as a 20 years old man and go explore the world. I borrowed some money from my brother and booked a flight to San Andreas. It wasn’t hard for me to study new languages as I came from a family who spoke Slovenian and Italian, so I was capable of speaking most of Balkan languages, but English was something different, I took a real big interest and started going to private lessons to a female by the shore, she taught me most of the things I know today, she taught me how to be a gentleman, as the date of flight was nearing I was ready to adventure into my own life away from my family but was afraid, because me and my brother did everything together, we were one, I used to hang out in his shop just watching him work when I didn’t have anything better to do, but now it was time for me to grow up.
Chapter Two
“Why is everything out to get meâ€Â
As I landed at the airport in Los Santos with the remaining money in my pocket, which was 10,000$ I decided to rent a vehicle, as I did not know how to drive but saw my brother do it I rented a faggio. With that faggio I drove to a 24/7 and bought a map of the city, I saw a restaurant in east of Ganton so I went there. As I entered the store, went to the man standing at the counter and ordered a fried chicken bucket; three men stood up and put on bandanas, all I could hear was a African American male shouting “Ayo motherfuckers, this is Cems, get your wallets out or we gonna bust a clip in yo ass†I got afraid and ran backwards, bumping into one of the men, we both fell on the ground, one of them said “you got balls, kid†in panic I rolled the man on top of me, his buddy shot and he shot his friend in the chest, I ran out with two men shooting at me, I go straight for the police department but an officer starts to go behind me with his sirens on, I stop and the officer shouts in the megaphone “Turn your engine off and show me your hands where I can see themâ€Â. I looked down and saw there is blood on my shirt from the man that was shot on top of me. One of the officers starts walking towards me with his gun drawn and shouts at me to get off the scooter, as I try to explain that it is all a misunderstanding he smacks me with his weapon, I fall off the scooter, next thing I know I am cuffed at the back of the police cruiser, looking out the window. All I can see is a garage, I fall asleep for a second and see a officer pulling me out of the vehicle, I hear a brief conversation; “We should give him an investigation†“Nahh, this nigga got knocked the fuck out, he won’t know if he needed a investigation or notâ€Â.
“Cold roomâ€Â
I wake up in a cold room, my bleeding face is on the concrete floor, as I stand up I feel that my scars already hardened up on the concrete, so as I lift up I’m making more bleeding scars on my face and some of the rocks are still stuck inside my skin, I slowly look around confused, I start panicking and looking into my pocket; “No, I wasn’t robbed, than where am I†I say to myself, than I hear a unknown voice at the other end of the room “You’re in jail boy, get used to it, once you get in here there is no way out†I start shouting for help, as a guard slowly starts to walk down the stairs I grab for my wallet, pulling out $3000; “Please, this is all I have, just release me out of here†The guard looks at me with a smile on his face, next thing I know I’m back into my old clothes that have been washed and walking out of the PD. Outside I see three Mexican men walking down the street breaking lamp poles.
“Cyan Diabloâ€Â
I slowly start walking towards the Mexicans, they start yelling “Ola Puto, que passa†I look into their eyes and say “Greetings, how come you’re all dressed in blueâ€Â. They respond with “You blind ese’ we are the Diablos from Fierroâ€Â. My old mind might be remembering this faultily but I’m pretty sure there was some sort of Mexican music playing in the background. I ask curiously “How does one become a said “Diabloâ€Â? They continued to seating me into their Savanna and driving me into a for me unknown place that is called San Fierro, we parked next to a group of Cyan cars and they brought me into their flat. I got to talk to their leader and as I told him my story he decided to let me hang out with them. I learned a lot of Mexican slang from them, as well as how to rob people. That is also the time I bought my first vehicle, it was a convertible, it was not expensive and the guys loved it.. Diablo is where my skill comes from. I remember one time there was 18 of us and a police officer did a speed chase on one of the diablos, so me and my friend Crack decided to have some fun with the PD. The Diablo went through a tunnel and we blocked the exit to the tunnel, as well as the other end, the whole thing turned into a hostage situation with SWAT and FBI coming for us, we defended ourselves, there was death and explosions, we lost a lot of good men then, but we had to give up. So they brought us back to the FBI station in Fierro, while passing Fierro I saw Avispa, I have never seen it before, but I remember it just like it was yesterday. In the FBI building they told me they will fly me out of the city if I do another stunt like this, they gave me a choice, become a officer or be flown out of the state.
Chapter Three
“Darker than Cyanâ€Â
I loved the state of Argonath, I wasn’t ready to leave, so I decided to switch to the good side for the first time in my life. So I got brought by the FBI to the local police department. I got a one way ticket to the police academy, there is where I learned how to block people, how to shoot, how to run obstacles, how to parkour, there isn’t a thing they haven’t taught me, but as Argonath became more of a self aware state I got invited to join the aviators team with the leader Jenny Adams in charge. She taught me everything I know about flight, but as the PD needed me more I left the Aviators and went back to duty, as there was a big upraise of gang activity in Los Santos, I got transported there, as for every member that wanted to patrol Idlewood had to go through basic Military training I surely applied. I was the best one in the squad, one time there was a hostage situation at the gas station near cranberry station so we dropped in with a Cargobob. As we parachuted towards the building we saw the perimeter that was set by the local PD, we entered the building without any permission and we paid for it dearly. I was a part of the Omega squad and am now the only one living from that day, we entered and went downstairs quietly, I tripped and fell through the fence a floor down and hit the floor with my back, I couldn’t move, I cried in pain, someone shouted and I heard gunshots. As I looked up I saw a familiar face, it was Jonny from my squad, he told me that he will help me up just as he got shot, the man who shot him walked up to me and looked me into the eyes, as he said “You will remember meâ€Â. He knocked me out with punching my face with his foot. A month later I was out of the hospital, as I was needed at the Inferno 9 attacks in Idlewood I prepared as much as a person can prepare. As I went there I started shooting everyone without warning, if they did not leave I shot them, so the commanding officer told me to visit the doctor. The doctor informed me that I can no longer go on duty as I am mentally ill and might hurt myself or others if I ever get angry. I was relieved of my duties
“A bright future in an old cityâ€Â
As Los Santos wasn’t that peaceful anymore I decided to fly home and visit my family. As I flew home in 1991 everything looked so different. It was a breeze of fresh air that hit my face as I walked towards my house, I knocked on the door and an unfamiliar face opened it. “Hello madam, I am here to see the Jones family†I said in Italian, she responded with “They moved three years agoâ€Â. I went to the garage that my brother used to work in, I asked them if they knew anything, and indeed they did, they gave me the phone number of my brother that they bought the garage from. I called him and a familiar voice answered “Hello, this is Joel Jones speaking, how can I help you†I responded with “You wouldn’t believe this†and his tone changed to the happiest I have ever heard him “Oh my god it really is you, come to *insert address here*†I went there expecting the worst, that they moved in a shit hole but as I looked at the house it was amazing, he ran out yelling “BROTHER†and my mother stood at the doorstep smiling. I was finally home where I’m loved. At the dinner table I asked about my father. My mother teared up a bit and smiled at me “He died in the Yugoslavian war, he fought serbians to leave Slovenians alone, he died gracefully†I nodded and asked where they got the money for the house, she responded with “It’s your fathers heritage†My eyes widened up as I realized how rich my father was. I hung out with my brother, we told each other stories about what happened when we were gone, I found out a lot about what happened in the past 20 years. As I told him that I became a soldier in San Andreas he couldn’t believe me, as I was always the weak one in the family, he asked me if we’re ever going back there. I looked at him surprised, I always thought he never wanted to leave his family and friends. “Well I wasn’t thinking of returning, but I just may now†I lived there for another nine years, as I was relieved of duty I got money from the government so I didn’t have to work.
Chapter Four
“It’s time.. againâ€Â
My brother decided it’s enough procrastinating for me and waiting for my death, he grabbed the money he had left, gave it to our mother and we took the first flight to San Andreas. Upon arrival I knew the city so I walked him through everything, he took a job at the local fire department so he had money for food, but I wasn’t well educated so I went around the city looking for work. I went to Idlewood and did not see any Inferno 9, I was surprised, but there were some purple gangsters roaming the streets. I bumped into a man named Jameal. He asked me where I’m from, he took me into his personal helicopter and he taught me how to grow weed and heroin, but told me never to deal with heroin, I took his advice to heart. Later that day I sold all my weed to Jameal, making 3.8 thousand dollar in profit, that was incredible to me and later when I showed it to my brother also incredible to him. So the next day I went to grow weed behind Pizza stack and I saw someone walking towards me.
“Inferno NBA?â€Â
He spoke to me like he wasn’t afraid of a thing in life, like he didn’t have a care in the world. He asked me if I want to deal with him, so he brought me to 9.th street, he introduced me to all the people standing on the side walk; TiMoN, Doggie, Ernst, Haze, Coldman and PSvita. I didn’t have a clue who they were, they told me I can be a part of the “NBA†I had no idea what that was but they seemed like a nice bunch of people. I got myself purple clothes, and a lot of weaponry. It was a lot of fun being a gangster with the NBA but I was in it for the money, I made more weed than all of them combined, night and day growing it, checking if my plants are growing at a nice phase, I was known for the quality of my weed. But one day I got a call from Jameal saying “Hey, I have a dealer if you want oneâ€Â. We decided to meet up in Las Venturas Black Chapel. As I came there I saw white cars parked next to each other looking like they’re cleaned every day, a bunch of men standing in a line looking like they own the city, as I drove into the parking lot and stepped outside the vehicle I got asked to state my business, I knew I was getting into some serious shit when there are people in white all around me protecting a guy looking at a trunk. said that my business is to meet up with a man named Tony. They asked why and I responded “I got ordered from Jameal to meet him here†they let me through but watched my every move. I walked up to the man and asked him about the weed. He looked into my eyes and said “I don’t know what you’re talking about†As I continued to say “But Jameal told me that you..†the man started showing me to shut up with sign language (actually it was mostly “I will cut your neck off if you say anything else†As I asked around about it I found out it was because of FBI that he didn’t want to deal with me. Everyone in NBA got excited because a man named “Frank†was getting back into town, that is when I put two and two together, I joined a gang that I hated as an officer, as soon as I realised NBA is the thing that got me kicked off duty I walked out, threw my bandana in the trash can and never looked back.
“Am I a bad mechanic or just a bad person?â€Â
A few months just lying in bed and going to eat got me into thinking that I shouldn’t give up because I’ve made some bad friends, I was rich at this point, I had a villa, I had three cars, I made enough with weed to live my life peacefully, but peace isn’t fun. I went back to Venturas and asked the men if they needed some help, surely a man named Tony just had his ventilation on the car broken, so they asked me to bring them new AC system for a Premier. Clearly I took the job. I bought a hammer at my local gun store and went to a parked vehicle in front of City Hall, I broke the window, climbed in and started screwing off the A/C just as I watched my brother do it hundreds of times. I got the A/C and brought it in my van to Tony. But it did not fit, but there is another car that shares the same A/C as the premier. That is the SWAT Van. As a former officer I still had my keys to the LSPD garage, me and another classified man went to LSPD and broke the SWAT Van to shreds, taking out the A/C. We picked up my brother and drove to Black Chapel. My brother applied the A/C to the vehicle so it worked perfectly. It worked so good that they gave us a job of fixing their private cars. As we needed something to do. So we took the job. Cars there came in bloody and ruined but we had all the materials because we were paid well.
Chapter Five
“The Economic breakâ€Â
As I was gambling millions in a casino my brother got the idea to fly to Liberty City, a city newly built in the side of the coast. I agreed, we left the mechanic duty. As we flew to Liberty we heard on the TV about some new tax coming to San Andreas that they called RS5. Every citizen of San Andreas lost all their money, some moved, some ran, some died, it was horrible and I was lucky enough that I had a brother that wanted to visit Liberty. As we got to Liberty City I had millions in my bank account so we bought a house and a bar that we visited regularly.
“Settling downâ€Â
As I was powerful enough to make anything happen in Liberty City with my money I decided it is time to settle down, get married, have kids. So I met a lady named Christine in the bar, she was only twenty eight and I as a 53 year old man couldn’t believe she was interested in me. We went to the hotel and she told me she isn’t looking for a one night stand, I agreed to start a relationship with her. Two years later we got married, we had two kids, one named Jack Jr. and one named Connor. Nobody had to work, nobody had to clean the apartment, I went and played golf with my friends and my brother daily, I played poker but instead of chips we used houses, it was a grand life I achieved for myself..
“But worry free life is not excitingâ€Â
The most exciting thing that happened to me while I lived worry free in the huge villa was when I had diarrhea and had to run from upstairs to the toilet downstairs, having power is not as fun as having fear, on 15. January 2014 I decided to go back, I left all my money to my brother and children and wife, I took $5000 with me and I flew to Los Santos. I knew the city like I know my left pocket. I drove right up to the gun store, got myself a 9mm and went around the city in my brand newly rented Faggio. It seems as it has become a ghost town, but yet I found a man standing in front of city hall, I pointed my gun at him and he without fear took a gun out of his pocket and shot me three times in the chest. As I lied there on the ground bleeding out I thought about all the things I’ve achieved.. if I die now I’ll die a happy man. I passed out and woke up in the hospital. As I exited the building I saw in the distance a grand place that I remembered dearly,
Avispa a place of dreams come true. I told a taxi to bring me there. As I looked on the road, looked at the passing traffic a man in a vehicle stopped in front of me and looked me dead into the eyes and said “Get in†as I sat in the vehicle he said the three words that made me remember who he was “Do you remember meâ€Â
Chapter 6 is in the making and will be in the making as long as I will continue to play the server, this has not been the entirety of my Argonath life as I left out parts where I could be Character Killed.
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