The father of Gaius Julius was a modest man. He kept his interests small, but guarded them fiercely. He was a low level made guy in the city's biggest crew, and those who knew him respected him; but he never had aspirations beyond providing a good life for his family. Unfortunately, he was unable to fulfill his duty as the head of the house when he was slain by rioters angry at the economic crash. Gaius Julius was forced to become a man much sooner than he had ever imagined. He left his childhood name behind him, took the family name of Julius Caesar and was sponsored to become a made man in the Family by his heroic and famous Consigliere-Uncle Gaius Marius.

Unfortunately, Gauis Marius' wide-reaching attempts to revolutionise the structure of the Mafia angered his rival Cornelius Sulla who rubbed out Marius in a drive by; Caesar, by his association with Marius, was forced to flee the city until Sulla's death. When he returned, the city thrived under the leadership of Don Gnaeus Pompey who gave Caesar the command of a decina. With stunning leadership and tactical ability, he very quickly brought several different cities under the overall command of the Mafia and returned to the City as a beloved, conquering hero.

His newfound status put him at odds with the traditional leader, Pompey, and the two sides eventually clashed in a bloody street brawl on Pharsalus boardwalk and although Caesar wiped out Pompey's crew, the Leader himself escaped with his life and took shelter from the local Irish gang. Caesar and his family relentlessly pursued the exiled Don, crashing card games and setting bars alight until, finally, in an act of desperation; the Irish wacked their refugee and presented the body of Pompey to Caesar. Caesar was furious. He vowed vengeance on the Irish for daring to take out a made man of the Italian Mafia without permission. Time for one last war, then. He and his feared veterans flew out to Vegas and confronted the Irish at the Grand Alexandria Casino; the Irish mob's leader was captured and executed, the casino burnt down and, in a stunning twist of fate, Caesar married the sister of the fallen Irish Boss  - Cleo.

He and his men once again returned as prodigal sons and things looked rosy until he declared himself The Godfather. Although not going so far as open revolt, the associates were nervous. The city hadn't seen a Godfather since the time of Tarquin, and for good reason. Coupled with this, the Italians naturally worried the Italian nature of organised crime would be diluted by the presence of a foreign figure at Caesar's side. Eventually, the die was cast and Caesar's oldest comrade Brutus, with a coalition of other Capos, assassinated the Godfather on the steps of his own coffeeshops. Those involved would later claim it was a pro-wack gone wrong and they were doing what they thought best for the La Cosa Nostra; but it's interesting to note that no man involved in the hit died a natural death

Incidentally, this is all based on events which happened to Caesar over the course of his life. The fact he went on to become the first Roman Emperor (in everything but name) is incredible considering the amount of obstacles he had to overcome, most of which I left out because I only had 4 paragraphs. Fascinating bloke, his life story is better than fiction.

It was a cold rain soaked morning, the streets were covered in blood and body parts from a recent war but that didn’t stop Miss Piggy on her quest for money, men and power. Nudging a decapitated head with her foot from her path, Miss Piggy stormed forwards towards ’55 North West, Muffin Street’. Slowly and steadily Miss Piggy kept her head down and trained like an insane person till one day her name was called to help protect her Godfather. The Godfather comes out victorious and announces that Miss Piggy would be rewarded by being given the chance to run her own family.

Her family began to take shape and became stronger each time. A young green guy by the name of Kermit caught her eye and was soon promoted her to RH. They fit well together and something special began to bloom, he understood her in many ways that others didn’t.  One day Miss Piggy got a call from her Godfather asking her to visit him, everyone knew the Godfather was old and frail these days. Miss Piggy stopped at a local store for some flowers and candy for her Godfather and headed up to his mansion.  Pulling up by the main gardens Miss Piggy sees Bert the Godfathers butler in a tight embrace with the chef Ernie. They both looked surprised to see Miss Piggy and sprang apart. Nodding towards the pair Miss Piggy heads inside, the Godfather announces that he’s handing the city to her. That night after the celebrations the Godfather takes too many pills and slipped into a peaceful sleep that he never woke from.

Miss Piggy soon notices that she is surrounded by new friends, people come to her on a daily basis offering a friendly ear and warm embraces.  People chant her name in the streets and sent her gifts. Her house soon became crowded with people whose names and faces soon became a blur. Miss Piggy could feel a change in people’s attitudes when something didn’t happen quickly enough for them or in the way they wanted. Turning to her trusted RH Kermit for advice where he soothed her concerns and reminded her of all the good she was doing for the local community.

3 months later…

Miss Piggy was notified of the slaughter of Kermit, while he was out ring shopping. This became the beginning of her down fall, Miss Piggy quickly went insane without her furry green friend and was gunned down by the opposition while leaf diving from her 2^nd floor window.   

Al Capone was bored one day. As he sat at home and counted his large stacks of money, he decided he would buy a computer. He sat at the thing for hours surfing the net. He stumbled upon sites such as reddit.com, addictingames.com, and several other webpages. His life seemed boring and not too fulfilling. He sat and pondered for a while, not sure where to go or what to do. He finally yelled out to his bodyguard, "Hey man is there any fun games I can play on this computer?" The bodyguard replied "Well when you are asleep I usually sit out here and play mafiareturns.com. Its a game where you play as a mafia character and build your way up to Godfather." Al Capone thought to himself for a while and then yelled back "I guess I'll give it a try."

So Al Capone made his first account. He couldn't think of a name so he choose MafiaMan69. He logged on and did a few petties and after about fifteen minutes he had five mails from all kinds of different people. Some asking if he was new, some asking about his name. He thought to himself they all clearly want something. He made small chit chat with a few and eventually was asked to join a family and without hesitation, he obliged. A few weeks went by and he had ranked up to made-man. After a large party at his house, he logged on drunk and shot at a guy in another crew he simply disliked because the way he acted on IRC. He missed and about ten minutes later he clicked to do a petty and saw "You are dead you were fitted with cement shoes." At that moment, he decided he would do what it takes to be the very best at this game and show those stupid schlubs what he was really made of.

He started a new character and this time he named his char FuzzySlippers because that is what he was wearing at the time. He talked to many people and found out how to build a gun and rank more efficiently. After months and months of hard work, he had finally built up a don character and reached the 60 units he had needed for godfather. Over time, he had became great friends with his crew leader and was eventually given the authority to run his own family. He set up his own crew and called it "The Chicago Outfit". He had figured this was fitting and no one would ever know who he really was.

A few more weeks went past and the leader who authed him took over Godfather. This was great, Al Capone thought however he wanted to be in the position, and he trained harder than ever before. He woke up each hour and shot. He build his gun to a point where he thought he could hit the GodFather. At this point in time all of his bodyguards that worked under him were playing also, all in his crew. So he told them all to bring their computers over one night and there was going to be a great event.

The night came when the forty man crew sat in the huge ballroom with a computer in front of each person and organized the takedown. All of the bodyguards shot at the godfathers bodyguards, bringing the numbers down significantly. After his defenses were weakened, Al Capone shot. He hit his target and brought down his former boss. He waited a hour for his shot timer to be opened again and he took over the position as Godfather, the position he knew would be his.

Getting settled into his new online title, he authed a few of his bodyguards to set up as crew leaders under him. There were a few wars during his time as Godfather and he happened to have won them all. Things were going very well until one day during a war, he died to a 1% pro shot from his own bodyguard. He decided he had played enough and it was time for him to move onto something else. He closed the computer, did a line of coke and walked out back with the bodyguard that shot him.

Everyone could hear them talking and the bodyguard apologizing over and over but after a few minutes went by there was a gunshot. Al Capone returned to the house and went back to his room. The bodyguard was never seen again. There is rumor he is still playing incog somewhere but no one really knows.

It was a simple time, a better time. We find ourselves in a underground poker table all the big guys are there, the acting God Father of New York is sitting at one end of the table he has lost a lot of money at the other side of the table he sits, behind a pair of shades, he raises his bet and looks over at the God Father , he is out of chips, he bets his city. Just by looking at him you'd see that he was confident in his cards, at the other side of the table sipping his whiskey he goes all in to equal the bet. The God Father throws his cars on the table he has 3 kings. Smoothly from the other side of the table 4 aces gets thrown on the table , the God Father losing his city in a card game he walks away in shame.

Finally in charge our whiskey sipping guy , decides that all disputes can be handled by a game of poker, it all went smoothly and everyone seemed to enjoy the peaceful way of settling a dispute.

Many men tried to beat the gambler in a card game , no one seemed to be able to beat him, there was something about the mystical man with the shades and the whiskey , he always seemed to know when the fold em.

Than one night in April , you find the gambler sitting at the table with the old leader of New York, feeling confident as always he takes a sip of his whiskey. He raises the stakes and the former God Father goes all in, the gambler looks over at him "I'm all in too, even the city" . The gambler looks at his cards before he reveals them , a pair of aces , he looks across the table , the former God Father reveals his cards, with a hugs smile on his face having a flush. He looks over at the gambler , giving his bodyguards a nod "looks like you didn't know when to fold em this time". The guards escort the gambler out in the back alley, placing him on his knees, than boom it fades to black.

And thats pretty much how Kenny Rogers came up with the gambler.

Prequel

Duck Dodgers had just saved the day from marvin the marcian so he had the day left to relax. Cadet who was peeling some potatoes suggested a game called MafiaReturns to duck dogers so he could kill some time, he couldnt imagine how addicted Dodgers would become...

Dodgers created a pure wack account named EdgarAloysius with CH as his home city. After doing some small crimes and works Dodgers was contacted by a local CrewLeader named StarJohnson so he could become part of the family. Dodgers accepted the invitation and joined ''The Galactic Shooters''. Time was passing as Dodgers was becoming stronger. After 30 days Dodgers was already a lvl 40 Consiglieri with a 250 gun. Hard working like hell Dodgers created a bromance relation with StarJohnson wich lead to his LHM promotion, Dodgers was a good leader, MR expert and a respectful player at the time leading again to his another promotion, this time as RHM and HSL due to his amazing commanding skill. Some day Dodgers was woken by a message on his cellphone device about a war between CH and NY, CH was lead by the GodFather Ignatius and NY by X2-Ruler-2X, it was a intense war, hundreds of players died... Dodgers who wasnt any normal player had killed 19 players in non-stop 24 hours, the war was pretty much decided untill StarJohnson got shot down by X2-Ruler-2X, Dodgers watching his family falling apart was now almoust alone in the mist... Ignatius managed to hit NY godfather ending the war but the damage was already made. After CH's rebuild Dodgers was given auth to become a CL, at this time Cadet had started playing again and became Dodgers RHM. Space Invaders, how their crew was named, was growing really fast becoming one fo the most powerfull crew in CH and even site wide. Ignatius had to fill DT's GF chair so he contacted Dodgers wich accepted to become DT's new Godfather. Dodgers was already in the top 5 players in the comunity, it would be easy to take power from Ignatius hand.

After hard working like a slave Dodgers finally got his 1200+ gun, now he had some chance aggainist Ignatius. CH's Godfather was quite some time in power, he was bored and started slacking in the last days of his reign, it was the oportunity to hit Ignatius, Dodgers traveled to CH and ordered a massive BG shaving on Ignatius so he could have sure about the shot. Ignatius lost 30 or some BG untill Dodgers killed him, it was so fast he didnt even noticed the BG slaughtering... Dodgers now had become the most powerfull player in the comunity and soon as possible he took down every CL who worked to Ignatius taking total control of the players. It was the beggining of Dodgers reign.

Dodgers wasnt a bad leader, during his top dog reign all the cities had grown stronger and powerfull, Dodgers was the perfect leader, allways helping players and looking for everyone's good. Cadet, his former RHM had become a crewleader in PH, and underboss became the lap dog (also known as Top Dog Dog) and was very close to become the second player in the comunity, he was growing stronger and stronger at the point he also became a Godfather. Dodgers at the time was becoming somehow more greed and lunactic about his empire, the great leader had become a tirany when people started complaining about how he ruled pissing him even more. At some point Dodgers killed a CL just because he smelled he could go rogue againist him. This action atracted Cadet, something had to be done.

Cadet called for a urgent meeting with all DT's hitters and CLs, he decided to take Dodgers out, they agreed to help him cleaning some BGs when Dodgers was sleeping and so it was, after 1 hour Dodgers had lost 100~ BGs making it confortable for Cadet to try a shot. It was a clean shot, Dodgers was dead within 1 hour. Contacted by a PH crew leader dodgers logged in just to read the whisper his Killer left... ''Bo Bo Bo Boss i Ki ki ki killed you Beca ca cause you su su su ck!'' Dodgers vaporized both computer and Cader and took a nap.

OOC (holy shit my english is so bad it makes me cry lol)

I find myself unable to write up only short four paragraphs, or even just four paragraphs because that will just look like blocks of text. I got carried away so have written lots more than that. Are the four paragraph thing just a minimum of what had to be written or is that the maximum too?

Start/rise to power

He was born Temujin, the son of the great Khan, Don Yesugei. Their crew was the Wolves of  Brooklyn, New York and wolves they were. Vicious and battle harden they ruled the steppes of Brooklyn with an iron fist. No one entered their district without their permission. To do so was to invite the wrath of the Wolves. Throughout New York similar crews existed though none were as powerful as the Wolves. With Yesugei as their leader they were feared and respected and rightly so. The New York crews were always at war with each other, always vying for superiority. Never in history was New York united like the great Philadelphia Crime Syndicate, or the city of Detroit ruled by the Great Godfather. Some said that there was even a city called Chicago with countless districts, all with different cultures and even different languages. But 11 hours was too far for the simple crews of New York. Winter was coming to an end and Yesugei saw this as a time to prepare for raids into other New York districts. Burning headquarters, stealing cars and supplies as well as kidnapping whores. It was a healthy tradition that made the men of the Wolves strong. All the crews in New York acted in the same way, raiding each other’s lands, fighting each other to death. It culled the weak and left the strong to breed and grow. Never was there such a crew of mobsters as those of New York and none more greater than that of the Wolves.

The Wolves were hit hard when news spread of the death of Don Yesugei. Supposedly he was attacked by five hitmen. None survived, but the injuries Yesugei sustained were too great. This news sent out shock waves throughout the city. It hit Temujin and his two younger brothers, Kachiun and Khasar, the most. Temujin knew that as his father’s eldest son it lay down to him to take over the Wolves. So he was surprised to find that Eeluk, Yesugei's right hand man, who was supposed to be 100% loyal to the family, had decided to take over the crew. Eeluk thought that it was time for the Wolves to reach new heights with him at their head. In respect for the late Yesugei, Temujin and his family would not be killed but instead dropped from the crew to live the rest of their lives as unsponsored.

The Wolves moved on, starting up a new headquarters, not wanting the memory of the late Khan and his betrayed family to bring down their spirits anymore. Trying to make a living, Temujin and his brothers resorted to pick pocketing, robbing purses and even a few felonies here and there. Anything really to make some money to keep them afloat. Temujin's mother resorted to prostitution, despite Temujin's outrage, knowing they needed more money for food and shelter especially with Temujin's baby sister born only a few days before Yesugei's death. For years Temujin and his brothers roamed the streets of all of New York, knowing that without sponsorship of a crew they were always in danger. But they kept to the back alleys, only moving at night, their stealthiness beyond anyone’s ability of sight. Over time they began to gain a following full of fellow unsponsored gangsters, dropped by their crews, all under different circumstances. It was that loneliness and desperation for a family that brought them all together. Temujin instantly became the leader, his tactical prowess enabling them to pull off some of the most daring felonies, confounding all of the authorities. Temujin's success brought him to the rank of wise guy among their own group. But this success was bringing unwanted attention.

Taking the top position

The wolves were coming back. Eeluk had heard of a group of mobsters causing trouble and not paying their tributes to the crews that owned those streets. For Eeluk that wasn't acceptable but for it to happen now on Wolf territory, Eeluk knew it had to be put down. When news reached Temujin's people of the Wolves approach slowly regaining everything they lost to Temujin’s crew, fear began to spread. But he quelled it all. This was their lands now, they had their own crew and it was their duty to protect what was theirs and to face these invaders. Temujin and his people went rogue. The battle against the wolves was fierce but eventually Temujin's crew began to dominate and eventually the Wolves surrendered to them once Temujin put a bullet through Eeluk's head. Rather than killing the Wolves, Temujin absorbed them into his own crew. A crew he now named the Mongols. With a new clan name Temujin decided to cast off his child’s name and give himself a new man's name. He called himself, Genghis Khan.

For the next several months the Mongols invaded all the districts one by one. The crews he came across were all given an option. Join him or die. Some did join their crew to swell their ranks but most died fighting to defend what was left of their obliterated family. With all the bloodshed and war taking place and the continual rise of the Mongols, the authorities started to panic. There was nothing they could do to stop them. Any agents of the law who didn't turn corrupt to help this rising power house were quickly disposed of. When the last crew in New York finally fell to the bullets of the Mongols, all of New York finally came under the one rule of Don Genghis Khan. A battle harden leader who had done the impossible and formed a nation out of the rabble that was the New York crews.

Being the top dog

Genghis finally turned his attention towards the great Philadelphia Crime Syndicate. When warring other New York crews he found a paper trail in some of the headquarters of fallen crews which showed that Philadelphia had been providing supplies and money to Genghis's enemies to help keep him at bay. It became clear to Genghis that Philly had been doing this for years. Never allowing New York to unite in case they would ever pose a threat. Well now this threat was here and Genghis would make them pay in blood. Philly had shut down their airports to any planes coming in from New York, blocked roads and they also thought the body of water would stop any potential attacks. They were wrong. Genghis and his horde just went around it all and proceeded on foot. Once in Philly they made contact with sources on the inside and begun their invasion. The crews of Philly were huge. They contained hundreds upon hundreds of members. But one thing they lacked was unity. Each district leader wanting to be the one to crush the Mongol invasion. They paid for this arrogance with their lives. Genghis knowing it would take too long for their horde to attack each district at one time decided to auth a few captains. They would attack each district separately.

When nearly half of the Philly Crime Syndicate was in flames, Genghis received disturbing news. A group of New York gangsters running a few jail breaks in Detroit had been slaughtered Detroit refusing to punish those responsible claiming that the victims "were only gangsters". Genghis, now a Godfather, could not allow this kind of insult to remain unpunished. The attack on Philly was put on hold, knowing they were too badly wounded to be a threat any time soon. Genghis called back his captains and begun a full scale invasion of Detroit. Unlike Philly this wasn't a quick trip. But when they arrived there they were instantly met with hostility. Unlike the war against Philly, Detroit had come prepared, the different District Godfathers banding together to face this invader. Never had Genghis faced such a massive threat. To lose would not only be the end of him but all of New York. This was a win or lose battle. Once again arrogance proved the downfall of Genghis's enemies, them underestimating him giving him the advantage he needed to completely crush their hitters. With Detroit on the run, Philly in ruins and his home New York completely their own. Genghis decided it was time to let his loyal members enjoy themselves. He assigned several captains to Philly to continue the assault there as well as for others to continue to push the Detroit scum further and further out of their homes. His finest Captain, Tsubodai, to go even further. Tsuboadai was ordered to spread the influence of Mongols as far as he could and to claim new cities. So with that in mind Tsuboadai set his family on a march towards the distant Chicago.

For years, The New York Mongols ravaged the lands, some say even upsetting the gods themselves with all their wanton slaughter. Philly was all but destroyed, Detroit in flames, and Tsuboadai having finally put down a large assault on his temporary headquarters in Chicago to basically have the entire city open for him to claim.

Losing it all

The death of Ghengis is clouded with mystery. Some say he died in a car crash, or even shot himself accidentally, others by a hitman's bullet. The religious few say that fed up with his insolence, the gods finally struck him down. Whatever be the circumstance, Genghis was struck down in his prime. He was loved by his people, feared by his enemies and most of all he was victorious. The way Genghis was taken away from us can only be described as a 1% chance. No one saw it coming. So shocked by his death, the captains stopped their wars and united in New York to appoint a new leader. Chicago would never face the threat of the Mongols again. Detroit took the chance that the New Yorkers were distracted that they rose up and killed the few New York crews left behind to guard them. Even some life was being sighted in the charred remains of Philly. This moment was seen as a moment of weakness by the Mongols enemies. Everyone took advantage of it. Chicago rebuilt themselves so that they would never be taken so easily like they were. Detriot refusing to give up and Philly just not knowing how to stay dead.

New York's new Godfather, Ogedei lead New York back to war. His leadership did not last long. The wars took their toll on the New York Mongols. The Mongols continued to cause death and chaos. But without the strong leadership of Genghis they eventually fell to inner conflicts which led to an all out New York war. Other cities using that chance to make the Mongols pay for what they did to them

Genghis Khan, was ruthless, brilliant, an excellent leader, and a feared enemy. Never in the history of MR would another like him be seen again. Restraints have now been put in place by city hall to make sure such slaughter never ever happens again in the criminal world.

My name is George Herman Ruth and this is my story. I know what you're thinking. My name sounds familiar, but you can't quite figure out where you've heard it before. Sit down, have a cup of coffee and I'll tell you the name you know me by and everything else you ever wanted to know about the greatest hitter ever. I got my famous nick name when I was 15 years old. I was doing odd jobs for a wise guy named Cory. One day I walked into Cory's pawn shop and a man was pointing a gun at my boss. I grabbed a baseball bat and swung it at the punk with the pistol. I hit him over and over again until he was dead. Needless to say Cory was impressed with my skills with the bat. He bragged about me later to his friend, Taylor, who was another wise guy from our neighborhood. Taylor couldn't believe it. He pointed at me and said, "That kid? He's just a babe." Ever since then I've been known as Babe Ruth.

Rise To Power - Rookie of the year

Even though I earned a nick name and killed a man when I was young I still had a lot to learn. I watched mobsters, studied them and listened to what they had to say on the streets and in coffee shops. From Cory I learned being a mobster wasn't a 9 to 5 job. I swear that guy never slept. From Taylor I learned how important it was to make contacts and be social. A lot of people are hated in our business, but I've never heard anyone say a bad word about Taylor. Everyone liked him. So, like I said I studied everyone and did what they did, worked hard and made contacts. I earned by button, kicked up money to my boss, followed orders and became known as a fast hitter. In the hit squad room other hitters said I broke records. My hard work paid off and and I got the nod to start my own family in New York.

Taking Over - Rewriting the record books

I was still breaking hitting records after I became a leader and my family grew to be the biggest in the city, but everyday I woke up alive I was surprised. I thought our days were numbered because our Godfather was feared and hated. It was just a matter of time before we got hit. When it happened I didn't expect it to be one of the most poorly planned wars I've ever seen. Three cities attacked us and only managed to take out four targets in the first wave. One of the first killed was our Godfather, but they didn't even fire a shot at me, The Great Bambino! For the next six days I didn't sleep. I killed them all, laughed at their bitter brats in the streets, won the war and became the new Godfather of New York. 

Top Dog - The City That Ruth Built

I'd like to take all the credit for building one of the strongest criminal organizations in the history of the mafia, but my plans were only a small part of it. I authed leaders in the five boroughs that exceeded my expectations. New York became known as The City That Ruth Built, but I couldn't have done it without the men and women in charge of Manhattan, The Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Island. One of them was Lou Gehrig. He ran a family in Manhattan and was the city's hit squad leader. We won every war and survived every attack with Gehrig in charge of our hitters. I wish I still had his old war spreadsheets. I bet they're worth more than rookie baseball cards. New York's hit squad eventually became so good we opened a special coffee shop exclusively for the hitters who could shoot through over 100 bodyguards. We called it Murderers Row.     

Losing it all - Epic run

My downfall? Boston. After years at the top I was still beating youngsters to inactives and cracking skulls with my baseball bat. I made money every possible way in New York. I wanted more money and more power so I expanded my empire by authing one of my loyal soldiers Whitey in Boston. There was an uproar from people in New York. They thought I turned my back on them. In the end they turned on me. Can you believe the nerve of those schmucks? I gave them everything and they stabbed me in the back. Lou Gehrig took out Whitey and didn't even have the good manners to leave him a whisper. The hitters from Murderers Row waved my bodyguards then a young up and coming hitter named Joe DiMaggio took a shot at me and missed. When Gehrig had an open shot he tried to kill me and wack backed. The police threw him in the slammer. I busted him out out and missed a shot at him. After our missed shots he had the nerve to spam me, "We shoot like noobs bro lolz." I replied an hour later when I wacked him and whispered, "You're a fucking noob, bro. You just got wacked by the greatest hitter ever." I went on to destroy all of Murderers Row except DiMaggio. He wacked me seconds after I shot his pretty Hollywood wife. When I died and went to mafia heaven I was welcomed by my old cronies, Cory and Taylor. They both yelled, "Epic run, bro!"

Prasutagus was the Don of the Iceni family, and he ruled his district as a nominally independent ally of the Romans who controlled most of the surrounding districts of Provincia Britannia City. His will stated that upon his death, his Daughters would take over the running of the Iceni family and that the Romans would be allowed to set up their own family in his district, which they would jointly control. However, upon his death, the Romans annexed his district, flogged his wife Boudica and raped his daughters, as well as calling in loan markers issued to help set up the Iceni family and ordering his Captains to disband their own families. This was the Roman's first mistake. They left many of Prasutagus's finest warriors alive, who joined Boudica to avenge this terrible injustice against the memory of their leader.

The Romans set up Gaius Suetonius Paulinus as the new leader of Prasutagus's district, who immediately set about expanding and consolidating his new District. Whilst he was off setting up a new Captain in Mona, Boudica along with the remnants of the Iceni family and the Trinovantes family, as well as others who had been dispossessed by the Romans attacked the district of Camulodunum, former location of the Trinovantes and now a major Roman family. Boudica's forces completely destroyed Camulodunum, setting up a new family, and set their sights on another Roman District, Londinium, a fairly new commercial powerhouse in the Roman Empire.  Suetonius, hearing of Boudica's plans, rushed to help defend Londinium. Despite calling in the top hitmen he knew, the 9th Spanish Legion from the nearby City of Hispannia, Boudica's forces destroyed the families based in both Londinium and Verulamium.

Boudica had succeeded in turning the tide. The Roman Empire was on the back foot, and had been driven from 3 districts, avoiding being completely routed only by winning the battle of Watling Street. So great where the Roman losses, that Godfather Nero in Roma was considering pulling the surviving remnants of the Roman Empire out of the City of Britannia. Although the exact location of the final Roman Victory is unknown beyond the street where it took place, Suetonius was finally able to route the combined strength of Boudica's crews, and Boudica herself committed suicide rather than fall into the hands of the Romans again. Suetonius then set about slaughtering the remnants of Boudica's followers, before Nero recalled him to Rome, fearing his actions would cause yet another uprising.

With the death of Boudica, Britannia was now firmly under the control of the Roman Empire, and would remain that way for generations to come.

General Georgy Zhukov was a great soldier and tactician.  He had helped win many battles and wars for the Soviet Union.    He was a self-made man, crawling from the depths of poverty and unashamed to complete any task starting as a furrier before conscription to the army.  His selflessness and bravery helped him quickly climb ranks and using his brains he allied himself to the Bolshevik party.  This helped enable his further progress via opportunities to attend cavalry school to progress his military career.  Further rounding his skills through the Second World War, he became frustrated as the brown noser’s of the time became more favoured by Stalin.  He had taken out Stalin’s trash, his latest an administrator named Beria for anti-socialist policies.

With war over and many poor recovering from war, this was again a time for opportunity.  He had shown many he could achieve from nothing and now was to time to inspire others.  With escape from Russia, he kept ties with the Bolshevik party and Stalin.  He hoped to gain further favour as new business opportunities presented themselves, but quickly he had to fight fire with fire.

With street gangs and the Cosa Nostra interfering with business he constantly used his trained members military might from their training both in war and under his pupillage to remove the common thug and with mother Russia constantly providing weaponry in return for trade concessions  towns and soon cities.  Zhukov quickly removed the street thugs, and decided to start taking over their prohibition businesses as a new source of income and morale.  With the Russian love of a spirit, and new income, Zhukov started to hide his criminal gains in buying up real estate.  With ex-junior and senior officers drawn to Zhukov’s business the future looked rosy.

Slowly Zhukov’s ambition grew with his stubbornness as narcotics, chop shops and robbery and fencing added to his business empire.  New York was there for the taking as he starved of profits for the mafia and slowly bribed and turned police, judges and fellow Mafioso.  His rise to the top was complete.   Quickly, he controlled the empire around him reorganising suppliers and getting his hand in all affairs, rapidly eliminating those who assisted his rise without Russian backgrounds.

With New York under total control it was easy to expand outward into New Jersey, new haven, Springfield, Bridgeport and Hamilton.  Stalin watched his new invigorated economy but worried as Zhukov’s power increased and more of his senior and junior officers, even his politicians jumped ship. Zhukov continued his blunt straight forward attitude to Stalin as he always had, telling him how it was a symbiotic relationship but worried.  With former senior officers commanding districts soon everyone wanted a piece of the pie from within.  Zhukov had grown so quick but knew his enemies were growing to, for each he eliminated; two new ones came to feed like carrions on their corpses.

Stalin and the Bolshevik party decided to make a move with Zhukov becoming untouchable from the outside it was time to send someone within, a yes man to be a pawn of the state.  With a new exodus of the Russian military academy heading for New York it was time to send in two people among the huddled masses, one a sacrificial pawn, and one to take Zhukov’s place. 

As Zhukov looked over a tall figure of a man among his new troops, he noticed him looking shaky.  As he asked the boy what’s wrong, he flung open his coat and shouted this is for my father Lavrentiy Beria.  Unveiling several grenades as the pins few through the air, Zhukov and his upper structure were helpless and the Beria honour recovered.   Day’s later Yuri Levitan voice of the propaganda war arrived to take over New York as the puppet of Stalin, and a foothold to spread in the United States.