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| "Lets get this straight. You hate Vice City?",people will scream. Well, someone has to. This isn't about religion or politics either. It's just because I can. |
| I'll try to update as often as possible, but here are some nitpicks I have with this game. |
| #1- They eliminated most of the pop-up, and replaced it with building glitch holes. #2-Why does the plane fly higher than the helicopter? They should fly at the same hight, or be completely unlimited. #3-There should have been more missions like the way the "Bank Job" was set up That's it for now. There are stories at the bottom. Enjoy! |
| Those affiliated with the creation of this game, please don't sue! All screens courtesy Rockstar copyright 2003. |
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| Ocean Beach at Sunset; Sweet Emotion |
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| One evening while crusing the Drive, I, was on the run from the fuzz on a speedy PCJ. Everything was fine until I jumped the river near the Malibu, when, after landing, I slammed haed-first into a Blista Compact. I nearly cracked my head open on the pavement. I decided to steal that B.C. and had the S.W.A.T. follow me into Little |
| Havanah, where I had some Cubans take 'em out for me. I had to get rid of the bodies, so I loaded em up in the back of a transport truck, and drove it into the ocean. Unfortunately, I forgot to jump out until the last second and wound up on the deck of a Rio boat as it passed by. I shot the captain and had the V.C.Port Authority riding my ass until I got back to Ocean Beach where I hid out inside Pole Position until the heat died down. Unfortunately, the heat in my pants went up, so I stole a Banshee and got a hooker. I killed her to get my money back, and someone saw me. So I shot him. That's about all that happened that day. Oh, wait, one more quickie. I rode in that Banshee and went on a drive-by spree in Little Haiti while rockin' out to "Cars" by Gary Numan. |
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| Story Two: |
| The Stinger Scramble; Everybody Wang Chung Tonight! |
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| I had just gotten through the Hot Ring event at Hyman Memorial. I was walking around the parking lot, and that's when I saw it. The Stinger of my dreams. Yellow, shiny and with a stereo that had AM/FM, and an 8-Track player! I stole it on the spot, but I didn't realize the cops were monitoring the car to see if someone would steal |
| it. They already had a roadblock set up at the exits of either side of the parking lot. I rammed through the one on the left and went to the apartment I had just bought that day.I dropped off my car in one of the garages and made my way to the roof. I got into the helicopter that was there and flew all the way to my mansion(That old bastard(I won't name names)had just died that day,too.Go figure). Once I got inside, the police were already raiding my home. They were everywhere! They were on every stairwell, room, hallway, every nook and crannie of the damn place. I thought I was done for when my soldiers burst into the front door and started a huge distraction of gunfire. The police were so focused on killing them, I had my chance to escape. I grabbed a ton of cash out of my safe, a picture or 2 of Candy Suxxx, and a change of clothes. I ran back to the roof to grab my helicopter and flew to Escobar International Airport, where I grabbed the first ticket out of here. I guess I'm going to go to San Andreas. See you there! |
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