San Portello

[Nealos101]

Pat: You truely are a legend my freind, I plan not to finish the story just yet; the story doesn't finish until I can say in my heart the city is finished, and the only city close enough to completion is Los Porablos, but even then, it still needs more work

Krio: I admit the pictures were tiny, in some ways that was intentional, in others, I just didn't want to show you too much... lol. The Terminals are from the most recent airport pack - the one that released the 747's I believe? Farmland is awesome to look at when finished, they can be a pain though when building...

To all our other dearest supporters...

We apologise (again) for the hiatus, since our creator's time was big used in real life to at least pass the next year of his University programme.  We apologise sincerely, and, after much deliberation, hair pulling and screaming mutiny, we have produced an update for you...

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We also apologise for the missing updates... We have squaloured our time (When we had it) on a different website in order to update them, and we have come to realise it was time wasted. We apologise again, but must keep out consistancy if we are to include the other updates at another time. Thankyou for your patience and we apologise yet again!!!




Update 81: LAS VENTURA; From pit to plateau, the Story Part I: Before time began for him

In the blistering darkness comes a headache, a headache so large and intense it forces him to scream, holding his head in agony.  He awakens to find himself laying upon a long piece of steel, twinned with another running parellel to it, both bars reaching into the horizon elevated by blocks of wood beneath them.

A train line? What is going on? Why I am lying upon a train line?

WOOOOOOT! TOOOT!

"AAAH!" He shot up in a scream, leaps off of the track and lands hind-first into the gravel, head smashing into wood.  The steam engine, hauling all kinds of flatbed and boxcar, roared past on the very line he had just slept upon.  He looks at the wood which gave him another headache; it was another boxcar, stationary, labelled with the words "Las Ventura International Postal Service."



"Las Ventura?" He asked himself in shock. "I'm in Las Ventura?"

The city was not a kind one in his book of confused memories, years of terrible struggle had forced a set of interlinked towns into recission, forcing the government to destroy all thier ties and bonds, producing one small city in the barren wastelands of the Ventura Desert.  To climb out of recission, the remaining souls hired a contractor and developer to find a solution that would aid them in rebuilding thier heritage, and thus, the gambling history of the towns was reborn.  Gambling in the city enticed poverty, crime and extreme tourism.  The city, instead of rebuilding its lost ties, began to dig a sinkhole in itself and, although now the richest city-state in the entire country, it was the most corrupt.



"Indeed you are kid," Our avatar looked around suddenly and found a tall man wearing overalls seen on a typical train engineer. "But you seem shocked; aren't you meant to be here?"

Our avatar shook his head. "N-no," He replied in terror. "I'm supposed to be in... In Rosefur?"

The engineer laughed. "Rosefur?" With a snort he helped him up. "Rosefur has been wiped off the map; an avalanche cleared the whole area and the state now belongs to the Air Force.  Try again - Where are you from?"

He brushed his face clear of any remorseful tears. "Rosefur..."

The engineer took a clean look into his eyes. "Rosefur has been gone for ten years!" He shouted. "Tell me anouther one... How about your name?"

"A...Alex?" He stuttered.

The engineer nodded in acceptance. "Good enough for me," He replied. "So, what are you doing all the way out here anyway boy?"



"It was the prom," Alex began, trying hard to remember the past events in his mind. "We were all celebrating at Los Porablos Junoir High - Everyone was there... We all danced and got drunk until we all were taken home.  There was at least five of us from Rosefur... I got into bed and I don't remember anything else except waking up here."

The engineer sighed. "It's a dead case," He began. "You can't of sleepwalked from Porablos - Let alone Rosefur - in one night, or ten years even! You'd be in hospital by the time you cleared the mountains!"

"Maybe so," Alex replied. "But that still makes me homeless, without a job or anywhere to go..."

The engineer nodded. "...I know some one who can help." He replied. "He is looking for young blighters like yourself; you'd fit right in to the regime he's running."

"Regime...?"

"Come on; I'll take you to him."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You don't have much of a choice," The engineer replied. "Stay here and die, or go see him and maybe make a name out of yourself!"






The Church of Saint Ventura

"A church...?" Alex asked in shock.

"Shh!" The engineer hushed. "It is a low profile one at that; people don't believe in religion around here, and the thought of a church..."

A man doused in a large, black cloak was standing at the entrance hiding a weapon of some kind. "State your business or leave..."

The engineer nudged Alex. "I am homeless and I need a place to stay," The man showed no emotion, so the engineer nudged Alex again. "And a job?"

The man in the cloak looked oddly at Alex for a moment, showing his powerful nose and his scratched lips. "A job you say?" The figure slowly pushed the door he blocked open, revealing the broken down and smashed interoir of a once powerful religious institution.  At the rear, past broken walls and smashed plasterboard, was another man covered in a cloak playing the church's organ loudly and passoinately. "Address him as master, and he will give you food, shelter and money in exchange for your effort and time."

Alex looked at the enginner. "Work hard for him..." Alex nodded, and before he could thank the engineer or the doorman, the door was shut.

The organ's tunes and screeches filled the entire building with a triumphant chorus of holy power, making Alex slowly and without fear proceed towards the great hall at the rear, barely smashed or broken unlike the other rooms, with powerful rays of sunlight seeping through the boarded-up windows and holes in the fabric.  Alex slowly pushed the grand door open, and with the large creak that followed, the organist stopped playing, and turned to look at him.

For a moment only silence and stares were exchanged.

"You seek redemtion my child?" The frail, old man spoke behind the black veil of nothingness. "Or the power of faith?" The organist picked up a stick sitting on his left side, and stood.

"I need your help..."

"...You only need to help yourself in order to save your immortal soul," He replied in interruption. "You seek immortality?"

"Master, I..."

The figure's head tilted in question. "So you seek a new life?"

Alex nodded, and then shrugged his shoulders. "It appears I have no home and no food or money..."

"...Here you will find all," The figure replied. "Las Ventura is rotten and corrupt... Full of blood money and fools, all banished from god's blessed understanding!"

Alex nodded slowly. "Yes master..."

The figure began to approach down the main isle. "You will do the god's work..."

"...Yes master."

Each pound of the figure's stick was like a drumb beat, demanding the boy's acceptance. "You will become noah to the flood of the Ventura plain!"

"...Yes master."

He stopped before Alex and looked at him with a serious note of understanding. "You will clense this retched place of all evil," He began. "Give it a reason to have faith, and by doing so, removing all sins from thier sinful lives."

"Yes master."

"Good," He replied. "You must be hungry? Come; we have plentiful room for lost souls like yourself."


The Mayoral Mansion

Alex was asleep in a small bedchamber made for three, with the door left slighty open, allowing his ears to be filled with the banter of master, the mayor himself, the state govorner and a few other unnamed souls.

"Father," The mayor began. "Your proposals are shrewed and obviously will be dejected by the 'lower' populace."

"I don't understand your worry," Master replied. "God smiles on those that accept thier sins, by introducing a personalised police force into the city and making the stakes higher; we can bring religion and heaven back into this corrupt town."

"Father please..." The governer starked.



"...Don't!" Master replied, with a raised voice. "This town is old and frail, made of many towns that went backrupt over 60 years ago.  They owe god that much! The people here have no faith; no appreciation of what god has done for them! Just gamble, gamble, gamble until they become criminals!"

"But what you are saying contradicts everything you are trying to do..." The governer replied.

"...I know," He replied. "In a town this bad, we need to own the real estate and the money to put any message across or achieve any victory.  That is the problem with the Ventura plain; too hot with power to care about the true stakeholder..."



"...Our first arrangement is to get our workforce into the city," He began. "Ensure they are working everywhere when a person hits the rocks; so that all whom fall will be offered a choice." He sighed. "Second; set off the explosion.  Make corporations from across the globe know what is going on and what is at stake if they watch it pass.  Third; begin expanding the airport... More tourists mean more business... More business means more bankrupt people... More followers.  Eventually the gambling will still be in existance in Ventura, but god will rule all."



"What's going to stop the workforce from turning sour on you?" The mayor asked.

"They won't becuase they will either leave for thier homes and thier lives that they left behind," Master replied. "Or they will stay in the system until they die."

"What of the one you picked up yesterday...?" A stranger asked.

"He is the ultimate test," Master replied. "We must watch him very carefully..."

"Where is he to go?" The stranger asked again.



"In the heart of the struggle," Master replied. "In the plazas and the stands, watching all whom go about thier daily lives gambling thier rights away.  He'll be the one to pass the messages and show the guidance; he'll be the one that will change everything for us soon."

"Agreed..."


(Picture of the airport under construction)

To be continued...

[Starmanw402007]

Very good looking City you got growing there. I like that name too Las Ventura. How many do u have in population? Just curious.

Your Friend;
Mayor Of Steven's Point & Maxiston
(Proud To Be Cities Of Sim Nation!)

[Nealos101]

I haven't completed an audit yet but I shall do a head count for the next update.  Proir to our release of the second update I also update you on this matter at hand:


The Model Master File

This Casino has reached uploading status for the LEX, and awaits scruiteneering from the BSC Team.  We are inches away from owning a copy of the Casino.

Neal.

[Pat]

Neal welcome back and wow what a come back it is!!!! SGM mmmmmmmmmmmm i cant wait to get ahold it... I will be awaiting the next update - pat

[thundercrack83]

Hello, my friend!

I see that you've started updating here again, so I've moved your MD back into the active forums! I'll be looking forward to seeing what you've got in store for us!

[bat]

Great new update there! And nice pictures!

[Nealos101]

Pat: Almost there, just a couple of more tweaks and we'll be ready to unleash it.

thundercrack83: Thank you for returning the MD, and we have another update...

bat: Thankyou sir!



Update 82 - Las Ventura, Giving Birth to a Legacy

Has been posted here!

Neal.

[Pat]

Neal that was a fantastic update there and most wonderful!!! I soo cant wait for the SGM new version!!!

[Nealos101]

Ah finally! An update...

Update 83: San Portello; Main Story ACT III

The state has hit silence and rock bottom with any clue as to where or when Porablos will enter Ventura.  The police are on full alert; the mob continues to roam the streets with loaded automatics.  The army has scattered itself across the entire city state looking for him, and the navy is doing just the same with every beachhead and bulkhead.  The special forces team are the only crew that know the exact location of him, and are tracking him at this very moment... The integrity of the state lies in thier hands, and already, they are playing a dangerous game with it...



City borders, just miles from downtown...

"Porablos..." Shi-Tan asked Porablos as he drove the van through the collosal streets of Las Ventura.

"What?" Porablos asked, quiet and steady.

"There's some one following us." Shi-Tan replied sternly, looking in his mirror.

Porablos looked in it too, and, oddly enough, the police lights began to flash. "it's the police," He replied. "You better keep going..."

The Van was beginning to slow down.

"What are you doing?" Porablos asked in panic. "Speed up!"

"Wait!" Shi-Tan shouted as the van came to a stop. "It could be nothing!"

A tense moment passed as the Police Officer got out of his flashing vehicle, and walked up to the van with his flashlight on.  He came to the window.

"License and reg..." The officer's flashlight shone on Eddie's face for a while. "Porablos! Step out of the...!"

The van screeched away as the cop pulled out his gun, and after a few seconds began to fire.

"I told you not to stop!" Porablos shouted.

"Where'd that one come from?" Shi-Tan asked as he saw a police vehicle coming up really fast with flashing lights. "Are they getting quick or something?"

Porablos stuck his head out of the window to take a look; SFPD. "No," He replied, before jamming his head back in after a gun shot. "San Fernandes police! Something is fishy here!"

"Another SFPD!" Shi-Tan shouted. "A trap!"



The second car joined the chase and blew off a mirror and hurt Shi-Tan.

"Are you all right?" Porablos asked him.

"Fine!" Shi-Tan replied. "Just keep your head down!"

"They're organised!" Porablos shouted over another bullet hole. "Like some kind of secret agency!"

Shi-Tan nodded, ducking away from another bullet. "Never screw with SP Government!" Shi-Tan leckured. "Even Traids know that very well!"

Porablos looked at her queerly. "Who did I anger?"

Shi-Tan laughed. "Everyone."



Police frequency: "United 345 and 145!" Came a shout. "Be advised! Heavy gang presence on Georgetown, Georgetown! You have to stop them right now!"

Unit 345: "Suspects are turning off!"

Unit 145: "Wait! They're gone! Where did they go?"

Police Frequency: "All units in northern area: Surround the casino and take down the gang! All units in vicinity of suspect's last sighting: search and destroy - I repleat, search and destroy!"



"Some one wants you dead, no?" Shi-Tan asked Porablos.

Porablos slowly nodded. "The mob is looking for me," He replied. "The Amry and Navy are looking for me as well for thier ties with Cappichino, and the Federal Government just wants my hide so they can stop some kind of war from erupting."

"Civil War?" Shi-Tan asked.

Porablos nodded. "Something like that," He replied. "The military keeps clashing with the mob, if there is a major confrontation like the one back on the interstate, then a whole city could be destroyed just for me being there!"

"All for one man..." Shi-Tan chuckled. "You are very powerful... We stay here until daybreak, eat, then see an old freind."



Confrontations arise... Casulaties are hit and suspeneded.  The SGM is one of them.

Sundown...



"Who is this old freind you spoke of?" Porablos asked at the gate.

"A very old freind indeed..." Shi-Tan replied.



They both walk into the factory, to find it is a safehouse for crooks and criminals desperate from the cold of Las Ventura, all working or exchanging goods to earn some money for good eating.  At the centre of hit sat a small cubicle, and when the two of them walked in, Porablos tried to run away, for standing there, in a group waiting for him, was Spaghetti and a handful of hard-knock gangsters.

"No! No!" Porablos screamed as the door slammed in front of him, leaving him to the gang. "It wasn't me I swear!"

Spaghetti and his boys looked at each other oddly, before shrugging thier shoulders. "Relax you frightened pussycat," Spaghetti enticed. "We're here to talk about business."

Porablos stopped panicking and looked at him strangely. "Really?"

"Really really," Spaghetti reached into his coat pocket and stepped forward. "What is this business?"

Spaghetti lurched his fist backward and smashed Porablos in the nose, therefore breaking it. "That's for ratting us out you turd!" He shouted, before stepping back and throwing an envelope on the floor. "And that is for helping us escape."

Porablos carefully picked up the envelope and opened it, before reading the paper. "A meeting?"

Spaghetti nodded. "5 a.m, the old pocket park." He replied, before beginning to walk out with his thugs. "A future is set for you Porablos."

"What future?" Porablos asked oddly. "Spaghetti! Who am I supposed to meet?"

"Just be there," Speghetti replied sternly. "The problem with you Porablos is that you are too much of a chicken to even dare the inevitable and take a chance; I could have pulled a gun out on you and blew your brains out, but instead I'll leave that to some other createn that wants to see you hanged."

The last thug tapped Porablos on the forehead. "Five in the morning," He replied. "Be there or be dead."



5.01 a.m...

"He's not coming..." Porablos replied to himself with a sigh.

"...Who isn't?" An old vocie asked.

"C-Cappichino?" Porablos asked with a shake.

"It's all right kid," Cappichino reassured. "I've got what I wanted and got what was comin' to me.  You did a brave thing back in Porablos, and I respect you for that.  Even more so for the fact you saved my chops of a certain death; at the resturant and again if it wasn't for my prison sentance."

"What did you want Cappichino?" Porablos asked.

"I have a proposition for you kid," Cappichino replied. "Think of it as a gesture of good faith for an old freind.  I have me a few plans for a new casino see, right here in this crummy town, that'll eat away at a good-man's savings like a fat kid on a straight diet of chocolate cakes.  Here's my proposition; you show your sorry hide in front of Miss Liberty in Georgetown on national television and apologise to the world, and you get yourself a flashy, new casino to play with."

"Apologise to the world?" Porablos asked oddly. "Whatever for?"

"For having your sorry butt ruin the whole infrastructure!" He shouted. "For making the mob look like some kind of cruel band of brigands! For hurting my daughter, sleeping with her and then throwing her to that good-for-nothing Spaghetti! I don't even like pasta! For almost creating and unleashing a civil war that will bring about the next depression!"

"Is that it...?" Porablos querly asked.

Cappichino opened his arms in question. "What do you mean?"

"Cops..."

"What?"



"POLICE!" The copter paraded. "PORABLOS! DROP YOUR WEAPON AND LAY FACE FIRST ON THE GROUND!"

"You betrayed me?" Porablos shouted in horror with his pistola pointed at the chopper.

"I don't stoop to your level idiot." Cappichino replied with his hands up. "You've been betrayed by some one else in the mix."

Police sirens were starting to fill the area.  Porablos looked at the weapon lovingly. "What do I do now?"

"Just get in that damn van and drive away!" Cappichino shouted. "Give me that gun!" Porblos threw Cappicho the gun and ran for the van.

"HE'S RABBITING! OPEN FIRE!" The copter's rifle began to fire at Porablos.

"You're shooting the wrong guy idiot!" Cappichino shouted, before shooting at the helicopter.

The police vehicles came into sight, and the van began to screech away, leaving Cappichino to shoot at the police vehicles as they approached very quickly.



Police Frequency: "SUSPECT SPOTTED AND IN PERSUIT!" He shouted. "All units, prepare to open fire when he passes you! DO NOT let him get to that Casino!"

Unit 345: We need blockades to stop him! Both directions!

Police Frequency: "In place!" The reciever shouted. "Just take him down now!"



Unit 444: "Blockadge in place! We have him! Wait! He missed the main turn off, heading north on Ventura! All units south on Venturaegress and persue now!"

Police Frequency: "BLOCKADE TWO, PREPARE FOR BREACH!"



SMAAASH! SCREEECH!

Unit 135: "Ahhhh!"

Helicopter Unit: "PORABLOS' ESCAPE VEHICLE IS SMOKING AND FAILING!" They screamed. "APPROACHING THE CENTRAL BORDER NOW! Permission to use minigun?!!"

Police Frquency: "DENIED! You'll only provoke them!"

Hoodlums on Georgetown campus...

Thug 1: "What the heck is that?"

Spagehetti: "What ever it is it is coming straight for us! Move out of the way!"

Thug 2: "It's Porablos!" He shouted. "And the police!"

SCREEECH! SMASH!

Porablos leaps out, couching and spluttering.

Spaghetti: "Porablos!" He shouted. "What brings you to these parts of town?"

Porablos: "Get out of here!" He shouted. "They're after me not you!"

Thug 1: "This is our territory!" He smashed open the back of the van to reveal a cache of weapons.

Porablos: "Since when were they in there?"

SCREECH! NEE-NAW!

Spaghetti: "No time to explain!" He shouted. "Get inside the statue now!"

Thug 2: "This is it fellas!" He chuckled.

Police Copter: "POLICE! PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN AND YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS, ALL OF YOU! NOW!"

One unnamed Policeman: "SURRENDER PORABLOS AND YOU'LL LIVE!"

Spaghetti: "THIS ISN'T ABOUT BARGAINS ANYMORE, THIS IS THE LAND OF THE FREE!"

Policeman: "PORABLOS IS DESTROYING THAT LEGACY! SURRENDER HIM AND YOU'LL SAVE MILLIONS OF LIVES SPAGHETTI!"

Spaghetti: "He's not destroying that legacy here you clank!" He screamed. "You're running after the wrong person; he can save it! He has already saved millions of live just by being here!"

BANG!

Policeman: "HOLD YOUR FIRE!"

Thug 2: "Spaghetti! NOOO!"

BOOM! BANG! BANG!



Police Copter: "BAZOOKA! ABORT! ABORT!"

Pilot: "TOO LATE!"



The firefight lasts for only a few seconds, killing all whom apposed the orders of police, wounding many of thiers but leaving a bloody mess in the central point of a town that was "supposed" to be made of dreams.  The confrontations of all confrontations had just been spilled and selected, and be it not the Navy, Army or the Triads taking down the Mob, it was the police.

Policeman: "Porablos!" He shouted, making Porablos raise his hands slowly. "Keep them there! Show me your face!"

Porablos slowly turned...

Policeman: "W-what?" He questioned oddly, not recognising Porablos' face at all. "Y-You're not Porablos!"

The stranger nodded.

Police: "V-Vu?"

Vu smiled and pointed a pistol at him.

Vu: "It's for the best Porablos... You are the key to saving San Portello..."

Porablos: "Wait!" He looked at himself oddly. "How? How did I get here?"

Vu refused to stop smiling.

Vu: "Trust me."

Porablos: "Vu! WAIT! NO!"

Vu shot Porablos, and in his fit of self realiance, Porablos shot Vu.  Both fell to the floor, both dying, but only one would die, and being it Porablos whom now was in the Police Officer's Uniform, Vu became the vigilante of vigilantes, and upon his deathbed on the cold, hard concrete floor, Porablos would get his second chance to shine and rebuild what he had mistakenly destroyed.  Questions went through his mind continously: How did he swap! How is it I am now a police officer? How is it I am now saved and he on the floor digraced? Why me?



This marks the end of ACT III...


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[sauron620]

Amazing pictures 

[thundercrack83]

Fantastic update, my friend! The storyline is great and the pictures of the city are fantastic, too! Keep up the good work!

[Nealos101]

sauron620: Thankyou again!

thundercrack83: Thankyou sir! I'm glad somebody liked them, alot of work it took indeed.

Any more appreciated.

[Krio]

Pictures look good. Dark nights combined to your story is excellent, though I did stop reading in one point, but I'll finish it up tomorrow. New casinos also look good, but why MGM was abadoned?

[warconstruct]

very good realization!

[nova vesfalo]

wow  a bunch of nice updates, love the "casino"'s torn down !