GTA: I Became A Gunman

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in the universe of GTA?

I have. The first ever GTA that I've played was GTA San Andreas. It was an amazing experience for me, killing robbing, gang activities, and more. A girl at the age of 12.

Yeah, not a lot of girls played the game, especially in Angola. It was HARD getting my hands on an Xbox 360, and GTA:SA. Also, you can only imagine my surprise when my country was mentioned in the ad for De Koch diamonds in the game, saying "Nothing says I love you like a lump of carbon, mined by wage-slaves in Angola."

Ever since then, I've played every GTA game, but the one that always stayed dear to me was GTA 4. I could somewhat resonate with the character of Niko, a war veteran. Not because I was a veteran myself, but because my father and 4 brothers were fighting in a war at the time; in the Second Congo War; and I could only imagine what they were going through.

In 2023, at the age of 29, I died after my home was destroyed by bombers. It was the fucking Séléka Rebellion, so yeah. I got fucked up. I didn't really have any regret, as I didn't have any family anymore; my only regret was that I didn't managed to have an exciting life.

But that was about to change.

When darkness surrounded me, a few moments later I opened my eyes. I was in a very...very familiar place. One that I've seen thousands of times.

The city of Liberty City.

This is where my story actually began.

At first I was very confused, I looked around my self, seeing a city that I've seen a lot of times, but not in reality was fucking surreal.

I reached into my pockets, and felt a wallet inside, which I took out.

[First and Surname: Beliana Almedia]

[My Photo] It seems the body I have now, has very dark skin, round eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and curly hair. When I look to my right, in window I can see my body, which is slender, and petite. I have small breast, C-cup; which to be honest I don't like, as my previous body had a big one, an F-cup. Though, I'm not short, just guessing, I'm around 180 cm(5.9 ft).

[Date of Birth: 1989/12/09] 'I see, so now I'm 19 years old? Great, I don't have worry about turning 30 for a while.' I chuckle to myself, which resulted in a few heads turning to me.

[Gender: Female]

[ID Number: 9238752]

[Nationality: Angolan]

'That's it.' I thought to myself.

I decided to explore the city and see what adventures awaited me. As I walked, I couldn't help but notice the criminal activities happening all around me. Drug deals, robberies, and carjackings were all part of daily life in Liberty City.

After walking around for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city, I finally found my new home. It was an apartment located on Bart Street in Hove Beach, a neighborhood within the Broker district of Liberty City.

Opening the door to my new apartment, I was greeted by a cozy yet modern living space. The walls were painted a calming shade of light blue, giving the apartment a fresh and inviting atmosphere. Large windows lined one side of the living room, allowing natural light to stream in and offering a view of the busy street below.

The furniture was simple but stylish, with a comfortable sofa placed strategically in front of a flat-screen television. A coffee table adorned with magazines and a sleek entertainment unit completed the living room setup. Adjacent to the living room was a small dining area, with a round table and chairs where I could enjoy meals.

Walking further into the apartment, I discovered a compact yet fully-equipped kitchen. It boasted modern appliances, including a sleek stove, refrigerator, and a microwave. The cabinets were neatly organized, providing ample storage for groceries and kitchenware.

The bedroom, located down a short hallway, had a cozy double bed dressed in soft, inviting sheets. It was accompanied by a side table and a small dresser, offering enough space for personal belongings. The room was adorned with an elegant chandelier, casting a warm and comfortable glow.

Next to the bedroom was a neat and organized bathroom. It had a clean and minimalist design, with a large mirror above the sink and a bathtub with a showerhead. Countertop space and storage cabinets held all the necessary toiletries and towels.

Having explored every corner of my new home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that awaited me in this alternate universe of GTA. With the criminal activities happening all around me, it was clear that life in Liberty City wouldn't be boring.

It was then that I heard the phone in my pocket ring. Taking out the phone, I saw that it is a Whiz High Speed Phone; and the caller is...Packie?

Why do I have the phone number of Packie? Why is he calling me?

These were the questions swirling around in my head for a few moments before I pressed the green line button on the phone and raised it to my ear.

"Hey, come over now. We got a job to do?" I hear Patrick over the phone.

"Huh?" Was all I the sound I could make.

"I said come over. One of my boys are coming too."

"...Okay."

*beep* *beep*

I put away my phone, not even able to comprehend what just happened. Before heading there, I opened the laptop that was laying on my bed, and decided to brows the news for a few minutes. And then it was that I understood what was going on. Kinda.

It was now the time for the mission Three Leaf Clover.

And I was called over for that by Packie? I didn't recieved the memories from the person whose body was this.

Am I going to rob a bank? Like, today?

The thought of participating in a heist excited and frightened me at the same time. It was a thrilling opportunity to experience something that I had only ever witnessed in video games. But at the same time, the risks and consequences were very real.

Before I left the apartment, there was one more thing I needed to take with me. Opening the wardrobe, I found an SMG tucked away amongst the clothes. Knowing that I might need some firepower for the upcoming heist, I decided to bring it along. Strapping the weapon to my side, I felt a newfound sense of confidence.

Leaving my apartment, I took a moment to gather my thoughts and mentally prepare myself for what was to come. As I reached into my pocket to grab my car keys, my fingers brushed against something unfamiliar. Pulling it out, I realized that it was a key for an Albany Esperanto.

I made my way to the parking lot, scanning the surroundings until I found the vehicle. Unlocking the doors, I slipped into the driver's seat and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of anticipation.

With the car key and SMG in my possession, I started the engine and began my drive to the McReary house, where the heist would take place. Along the way, I couldn't help but reflect on how surreal it was to be living in the universe of GTA. It was like stepping into a world that I had always dreamed of, albeit with real risks and consequences.

As I pulled up to the McReary house, a sense of nervous excitement washed over me. I knew that this heist would be a pivotal moment in my alternate life in Liberty City. Stepping out of the car, I made my way towards the house, my heart pounding in my chest.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in the universe of GTA? Sometimes, dreams do come true, but in unexpected and unpredictable ways.