The man sat at the table, tapping his foot on the ground nervously. Jim's Diner of Dillimore didn't exactly seem like the safest place to be at 3 AM. The old '50s diner reeked of undercooked food and the bathrooms smelled like the piss of a thousand dirty hobos.

"Hey hon, can I get you something to drink?" The man looked up. A waitress stood beside the table, a clipboard in one hand and a coffee pitcher in the other.

"No thanks." the man replied. "I'm not very thirsty."

"Aw, come on. It's three in the morning and you need some coffee to wake you up."

"Alright, alright," the man agreed. "How much do I owe ya'?"

"Don't worry about it. It's on the house." said the waitress as she filled the man's cup. "Drink up."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and two dirty-looking men walked in. One was short, with greasy black hair, and the other was taller and sported a brown trenchcoat.

"What can I get for you boys?" asked the waitress with the coffee pitcher. She walked toward them, clipboard in hand. Then, without warning, the tall man drew a pistol from his coat and fired it into the air. The customers in the diner screamed and dropped to the ground, hands over their heads. The waiters and waitresses did the same.

"Where is James Charrin?" asked the trenchcoat man.

"Who?" asked one of the waiters, who looked like he was about to crap his pants.

"James Charrin!" yelled the short man. "Where is he?"

While the two criminals were screaming at the customers, the man with the coffee quietly crept towards the back door. He would have succeeded, too, if he hadn't knocked over a frying pan on the counter. The gunman, his partner, and the customers turned toward the noise. The trenchcoat man raised his gun and pointed it at the unfortunate man's head.

"James Charrin. How nice to make your acquaintance."

"Aw, hell."

The gun fired.


Carl Johnson (aka CJ) – A young man living in the ghetto of Los Santos. Two years ago, CJ returned to Los Santos from Liberty City after his mother died. He reunited with his siblings Sweet and Kendl, and his childhood friends Ryder and Big Smoke.One year ago, CJ killed the corrupt police officers Tenpenny and Pulaski and also Ryder and Smoke, who had both been corrupted by drugs, money, and power.

Wu Zi Mu (aka Woozie)- Another of CJ's closest friends, and the leader of the San Fierro-based gang Mountain Cloud Boys. Woozie shares ownership of the Four Dragons Casino with CJ.

James Charrin- Mysterious man who was murdered in a country diner. Not much is known about him at the moment.

Sam Forelli- A member of the Forelli crime family. Sam, Frankie, and the rest of the Forelli Family come to San Andreas to increase their vast empire. Sam's base of operations is located in Vice City.

Frankie Galetti- Another member of the Forellis and Sam's right-hand man. He goes with the Sam and the other Forellis to San Andreas.

Sweet Johnson- CJ's brother. A stubborn man, Sweet does not always agree with his brother's methods, but knows they are for the best. He was targeted by Ballas in an assassination attempt.

Kendl Johnson- The wisest one of the Johnson kids, and also the one who is most likely to succeed. Her boyfriend is Cesar Vialpando, who is one of CJ's most trusted friends.

Cesar Vialpando- CJ's closest friend and ally. He helps CJ as much as he can and sticks with him through thick and thin. He is Kendl's boyfriend.

Jay Box- One of CJ's new friends. A cop from another city, Jay is no stranger to the drugs, crime, and corruption of the streets.

Robert Jackson- Also one of CJ's newer friends. He is a lawyer who was to be assassinated by CJ under the command of Officer Tenpenny. CJ took pity on Robert, however, after learning that they both had a few things in common.

Kelly Sanchez- A girl that Jay met in Las Venturas. She was actually a part of the bombing in Las Venturas. She was killed by CJ.

Catalina Vialpando- She was also part of the Las Venturas bombing. She was arrested by Jay.

Lianne Forget- News anchor of WCTR.

Tim Morrison- News anchor for Channel 7.


Orange Grove Families- The gang led by CJ and Sweet, and also the most law-abiding gang out of the Los Santos Three.

Ballas- Part of the Los Santos Three. They control most of Los Santos, which makes them the most influential.

Vagos- The smallest and most scattered Los Santos gang. Nevertheless, they are a force to be reckoned with.

Forelli Family- They come to San Andreas from Liberty City to increase their power and influence.

Fat Joe- A main member of the Orange Grove Families.

Tommy- Another OGF

Spike- Yet another OGF

"Jack Black"- A Balla who posed as an electricity inspector and tried to kill the OGFs. Was killed by Fat Joe, Tommy, and Spike.

"John Smith"- Another Balla who posed as an electricity inspector. Was killed by Spike.

Mafia Hitman- A Forelli member who was in charge of the Las Venturas-Los Santos drug shipment. Was killed by CJ.

Candy Shop Forellis 1 and 2- Two Ballas who ambushed Jay and CJ in a San Fierro candy shop. They were both killed.

Terence- Revealed in a flashback to have been Sweet's best friend. Betrayed the OGFs and became a Balla. Responsible for the deaths of Brian Johnson and Beverly Johnson. Died from battle wounds after reconciling with Sweet.

Big Killa- Revealed in a flashback to have been the leader of the Idlewood Ballas. Was killed by Sweet. His death is the reason that the Ballas want Sweet dead.

A major turf war is brewing over the bombing of the Los Santos Coliseum. Everyone is pointing fingers and no one knows who is responsible. There is also the matter of the casino bombing in Las Venturas, which is thought to be orchestrated by a major crime family.

Chapter 1

Getting Started

CJ sat at the table, eating a bowl of Cok-O-Pops. The house seemed quiet, so CJ switched on the TV. The TV blared, and CJ grinned with delight. He switched it to the news channel to see if there was anything big happening.

"Good evening, folks. This is Tim Morrison, for Channel 7 news. Our top story tonight involves yesterday's morning's fatal shooting of a man in a Dillimore diner."

CJ put down his cereal bowl and stared intently at the TV screen.

"At about 3:00 yesterday morning, 33-year old James Charrin was shot and killed. Witnesses say that two masked men entered Jim's Diner in Dillimore, and demanded the whereabouts of Charrin. Charrin, who was in the diner at the time, attempted to escape through the back door but was noticed by one of the men, who promptly shot Charrin in the back."

The view switched from Tim the news anchor to a reporter interviewing a witness.

"It was terrible," the witness was saying. "We were all minding our own business, when like, these two masked dudes came in. They were like 'Where's James Charrin? Where's James Charrin?' Then, we all saw the poor guy trying to get out the back door. The masked dude shot James in the back before he could escape, man. Damn, it was crazy, man. My heart goes out to James' family. God bless."

"Thank you." said the reporter. "Back to you, Tom."

As of now, the police have no leads on the shooting. Witnesses have reported that the two suspects sped away in a red Infernus. If you have any further information, please contact us here at the station.

The news station's phone number popped up on the screen for a few seconds before it went to a commercial. CJ turned off the TV and continued to eat his breakfast. The news story had caught CJ's attention, and he vowed to himself that he would get to the bottom of it.

It was about 3:30 PM later that day. Jay Box drove along the Julius Thruway, heading into Las Venturas. It was a Friday, and Jay figured it was a great night to go gambling at the Four Dragons. It was a good thing he had stayed at the Four Dragons, too, and not at Caligula's.

"Hey, CJ!" Jay spoke into his cellphone.

"Yeah?" came the other line.

"Wanna go hit the casinos tonight?"

"You mean, like gambling?"

"No, I mean like watching shows and strippers. Of course I mean gambling! But if you want, we can see the strippers too..."

"Uh, sorry man, I got some things to do. Maybe some other time."

"Ok then. Catch you later, huh?"

He hung up and parked in the parking lot of the casino. Jay walked up to the front door and pulled it open. A young lady walked up and Jay politely held the door open for her. Suddenly, about half a mile down the street...

FFFFOOOOOOMMMMMM! There was a gigantic explosion and flames and smoke immediately filled the sky. People everywhere screamed and cars skidded to a halt.

"Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!" Jay cried in amazement. He and the lady both dropped to the ground with their hands over their heads. After the smoke had cleared, everyone stood up and turned towards the blast site.

"Oh my God!" someone cried. "Look at the casino!"

Caligula's Casino, which had once been a site of beauty and extravagance, was now a smoldering ruin on the ground. What was left of the casino was now charred rubble. People nearby walked over to survey the damage.

Jay turned to the girl next to him.

"Are you ok, miss?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"I wonder how many people were killed." she wondered aloud.

"I don't know. Musta been a lot, though. Caligula's is always packed with tourists and rich white people."

"You wanna go check it out?" the girl asked.

CJ drove down the streets of Los Santos in his Remington. While stopped at a red light, his phone rang. It was Jay.

"CJ, put your radio on WCTR.

"What for?"

"Just do it!"

"Damn, calm down man. I got it. Now what?"

Hello. This is Lianne Forget with WCTR. Our news team is currently at Caligula's Casino, or at least what remains of it. At about 4:00 this afternoon, multiple explosions rocked the casino and sent it crashing to the ground. At least one hundred fatalities have been reported as of now, but we know there will be more to come. Stay with us for further coverage on this disaster."

"Damn!" cried CJ. "I'll be there as fast as I can, Jay."

"How? The airport flights must have been delayed and traffic is gonna be hell. How will you get over here?"

"Oh, don't worry. I have my ways."

CJ arrived at the Los Santos airport later that afternoon. He hopped a fence around back of the airport and took a plane that was parked nearby. He was at Las Venturas in about 90 minutes. Once there, he met Jay at a nearby restaurant.

"I got here as fast as I could, Jay."

"Wow. You sure did."

"Hey! It's good to see you, homie." said Fat Joe as he embraced his fellow gang member, Spike.

"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too." Spike said. "Look, here comes Tommy!"

The other OGF, Tommy, drove up on his red PCJ-600.

"Hey, homies!"

The three of them stood on a bridge in East Los Santos. The Vagos owned that turf, and if you were wearing opposite gang colors, you'd get jumped. Good thing the three OGFs were all wearing blue.

"So, where to?" asked Tommy.

"I dunno. Let's get something to eat. I'm starving." answered Fat Joe.

"Cool with me," said Spike.

The three of them climbed into Fat Joe's car. They were halfway down the street when a helicopter flew past. It hovered over the Los Santos Stadium. Without warning, the man in the passenger seat pulled out a heat-seeking rocket launcher and fired twice at the stadium. The stadium shook and flames erupted from the windows. Then the helicopter flew away, as quickly as it had come.

"What the fuck!" cried Tommy.

"Shit! Let's get the hell out of here!"

Fat Joe put the car in reverse. He spun it around and drove it straight up a hill and out of sight. Behind them, Los Santos Stadium burned furiously. Flames flicked from the windows, the door, and the roof. Cars stopped in the middle of the road, pedestrians stared, and people in their houses looked out their windows to see what all the fuss was about. They all saw the same thing: Hell. Bright, burning Hell.