Replay walks around Starscream’s Crew Headquarters for one last time. He sees all the familiar faces from the time he has spent in the crew, and chats with a few people. He discusses dicing with the ever addicted RollinBlade. He talks grinding with the hardcore Buscetta. He talks life on the streets with Capitalist. He receives everlasting love from Nyx. Replay will always keep his crew in his heart and knows that the crew supports him. It is time for him to move on though having been given the opportunity to bring honor to those that have given him a home. One of those he most wants to honor is his crew leader, Starscream. He thinks back to all that Starscream has done for him: given him a home, provided opportunities to rise up, and of course the chance to move on. Replay walks over to Starscream for a final goodbye. While a Mafia man such as Replay would never shed tears, his eyes glisten a bit as he shakes Starscream’s hand. With that, Replay gathers up his coat and walks out of the headquarters onto the street. 

As he begins to walk down the street to his home, a car pulls up alongside him.

“Hey there man, you need a ride? My name is KingDemon by the way.”

Replay replies, “I would appreciate it mate. A helping hand is always welcomed.”

Replay enters the car, and KingDemon begins to drive down the street. KingDemon begins a discussion regarding his gambling lately.

“Ya man, I have been down on my luck a tad. I’m hoping on hitting it big here sometime soon, but it just hasn’t happened. I was thinking of maybe heading over to Las Vegas and seeing how my luck is there.”

Replay replies, “You know, I have been in the same dang boat. I just haven’t had any damn luck lately. But there is worse: look at RollinBlade; seeing his results I tell myself I am not the worst. Anyways, I have an idea. How about we take a trip over to Las Vegas? Maybe together we could have some luck on the slots.”

KingDemon replies, “Hell ya man! I’m feeling spontaneous, what do you say we go ahead and go to the airport right now?”
Replay is amazed at KingDemon’s offer as the two had just met. However, he sees that the plan is a good one and is feeling lucky with him.

Replay says, “Let’s do it man! I’m in for the long haul though, no quitting until we either are on the streets or in the penthouse!”
KingDemon just smiles, and hits the gas pedal. The two speed down the street, and swiftly exit onto the freeway. In a few short minutes, the two arrive at the local airport out of Los Angeles. As the two approach the building, Replay begins to speak again.

“This just feels right. I see greatness in our future, and maybe if we are lucky, we can spread the wealth to those around us.”
KingDemon replies, “It does, doesn’t it? Although, I feel as if we are missing something.”

Replay wonders to himself what the two could be missing, but he continues to walk inside with KingDemon. The two approach the ticket counter, and buy seats on the next flight. Afterwards, the two go to sit at the terminal for their flight. When the two sit down, they notice the aroma of Queen's strongest herbs. Replay turned around and caught glimpse of a young kid. Not only did he smell ridiculous, but he had two of the world's most known porn stars draped to either side of his arm, with his shades on and the sun shining on him as if he was Jesus himself. It wasn't the smell, the models, nor the sun that caught Replay's attention though. What caught his attention was a book in his hand that read, "How to Get Rich in Vegas Playing Black Jack. Without Killing Anyone." Immediately Replay sparked a conversation with the young kid.

“Hey there mate, the name is Replay. I can’t help but notice you are reading a book about Black Jack. You looking to strike it big in Las Vegas?”

The kid turned to look and notices two tough young men. The men both seem to have air of confidence, and maybe a bit of arrogance. Just the two qualities of leadership he thinks to himself.

“Nice to meet you, Replay. I go by Kal-El. And yes, I am looking to strike it big. I actually just flew in from New York to Los Angeles on a connecting flight. It sure is screwy the way these flights work, but here I am. The damn dice in New York were just killing me, day in and day out the losses were ridiculous. So I figured why not take Vegas by storm? Hell, I even managed a visit to the Playboy mansion before I had to get back for the final flight.”

Replay just chuckles. He turns to KingDemon and begins to talk.

“You know, I think I found that missing something.”

Replay then turns back to Kal-El and begins talking again.

“Well me and my man over here, KingDemon, were about to try our luck as well. We decided it was time to go big or go home. How about you join us on our journey for greatness? Three’s company as they always say.”

Kal-El responds, “I don't see why not. Count me in man. This might be fun.”

As Kal-El stops talking, a voice sounds over the intercom. “Now boarding for flight 851.” The three men gather up the few items they have with them, and board the plane. Shortly after, the plan takes off. It’s a short flight as the cities are not far apart. When the plane lands, the three men exit and proceed towards the exit. As they walk into the open air, it is just beginning to be a new day. The sun is slowly coming over the horizon, bringing its rays of light with it. The men look up to take it in, and Replay thinks to himself that it is a sign the men were destined to come here. On that thought, Replay decides to say one last thing before hopping in a taxi to take them to Paradise.

“Well boys, it looks like it is our time to shine.”

Wow. I just want to take the time to thank everyone in NY or around the world who has helped me get this far. OJ, Forever_NotSexy, Frite, Johnny, Dan, all the other names I can't remember right now, THANK YOU. I'll miss NY but I'll try to make you guys proud or die trying.

With that being said, this is going to be fun. I look forward to the future of LV.

"But there is worse: look at RollinBlade; seeing his results I tell myself I am not the worst."

Ha ha Replay, that may have been true 2 days ago, but me havin nothing to gamble, u managed to surpass me in my loosing skills:)

Nevermind, I'll try to come back on that house and visit this penthouse of yours with plenty money 2 spend on LV's artificial sluts :)

Always, I said LV is worse than LA on that matter, but who cares: Some silicone here and sum silicone there...

Once again I wish u best of luck, and, I hope improving my finances soon, so I can visit your shinin' new HQ.

If u ever need any help, just drop me a line.

We will miss u all...

KTI wonders about the HQ, A recent departure of a fellow family member to do greater things has him wishing he wasn't bust stealing things to be their for his leave. KTI decides to write Replay a letter..

Dear Replay,

I am sorry that I could not be present for your departure, I was away with other endeavors. I wish you the best of luck in the city of Las Vegas, don't get too crazy... Without me anyway haha! Above all else, congratulations. This will be the opportunity of a lifetime, own it! With that, I know you are busy so I will keep this letter short, we'll catch you flip side friend.

Sincerely,

Kill-The-Irishman

With that, KTI slides the letter the envelope with the address written on it and puts the postage stamp on the envelope. He then seals the envelope and and sends it on its way.

KTI walks off in the LA night, ready to buy rounds for the rest of crew in celebration of Replay's move to Paradise.

She had been there since day One, when Replay came into this Mafia world. She looked at Him as a younger brother, One she never had. She watched as He passed by the members of the crew, a tear seems to fall from aqua hues. It was time for Him to go out, and make something of Himself. She would always love Him, as a Sister should, so just before He turned to leave HQ, She walked up and grabbed Him by the arm. Eh, no weakness in shedding a few tears as She embraced Her brother, hating to see Him go, but knowing He should, she whispered in His ear before letting Him go. "best of luck Brother of Mine, dont forget Us, and esp don't forget about Your sister, We will always be here for You" with that She let Him go and turned to walk away, knowing it wasn't best to look back.

stepping off of the plane, he looks up noticing the bright blue sky and the warm sun shining down on to him he knows hes destined for greatness here in Paradise with his friends.

Also since i somehow forgot to thank everyone in my recent post.

Id like to personally thank the Godfather council for making this competition giving all these CLs and Hands in Paradise a chance to show we are worthy of doing a great job.

Also Don Starscream and Don CookieZombie for permitting me to come on this trip to Paradise.

and last but not least my fantastic friends who helped me get to where i am today (you know who you are) id list but theres a good bit.

Jacob was going to say goodbye to Replay before he was living for Las Vegas, but was unlucky with the delay of the flight from New York 

The wheater had stopped it from departing and he had to just wait for the wheater to be better 

Jacob was sitting in the airport hall wrighting a letter to Replay since he missed him 

Dear Replay 

It has been a pleasure to be in the same crew as  you and I wish you the best of luck with your new home in Las Vegas 

You will be missed around the HQ but I will  see you around from time to time 

Its your time to shine now so make all of the Misfits proud 

Best regards

Jacob

Jacob found a mailbox in the airport and put the letter in it, now he just had to wait and see when the flight was due to go 

Replay my friend, it was good to get to know you and I'm sure our friendship will continue to grow a long with the rest of the members of Paradise. I can tell right away that you made the right choice in coming to this competition. Congratulations from me and the Shocker's!

"Hailing from the Misfits I have to say good luck to you. I hope you all can get along and this will be successful. Hope you guys do well and make lots of cash. We will miss you around the HQ and I hope you will do your ancestors proud."

Skip raises his glass to toast Ready

"Heck with a name like ready you better be prepared haha"

Skip downs his drink and tips his fedora to Ready

Forever_Sexy walks forward with a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue in one hand and a cigar in the other.  After a quick puff, he looks at the new HQ.

Nice looking spot, you've got here.  Never been a big fan of the lights and what not around here, but happy you've got a nice home.  Best of luck to you :D

"Replay! I'm already quite fond of you, my friend! You were the first person to reach out to me when it was announced who would be going to Paradise... and that speaks volumes to me. It's quite evident that you are excited to be involved in building not only a district but a community. I'm really looking forward to building what I hope will be a long successful career and friendship with you."

Sydney hands the man a bottle of whiskey and shakes his hand. As she goes to say some parting words she notices Replay's Left Hand Man, she swoons a bit but luckily snaps out of it quickly.

"Congratulations hon!"

Walking the strip in Paradise Troy wonders where his next meal will come from. Looking down the street he see three individuals that  may be able to help him out.

As he approaches the three men two of the men step up to protected the third one. What do you need young lad the third one asked.

My Name is Troy sir and I was looking to find a job to pay for my next meal......the three men look at each other and talk quietly between themselves.

Stepping forward the third man puts out his hand to shake Troys. Troy accepts the hand shake and the man begins to walk and talk.

Listening to the man he says his name is Replay and the other two are friends of his, lad he says we may have need of a strong back or to around here. Would you be interested in a job.

Troy thinks for awhile ....not wanting to work but not wanting to starve more he agrees to help this man they call Replay out.

A boring trip through the desert by car from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, but it is all worth it.
Finally arriving at the new HQ of Replay in the Las Vegas.

"Good job and i wish you the best in Paradise, i hope you can find and make Paradise here! I brought you a nice bottle of rum from LA. Enjoy it!"

We make Rum in LA?

Johnny watched from afar as Replay spoke to the masses. He looked over him realizing he had changed a lot in the few days Johnny had been working with him. He came to him wanting a chance at Paradise but he wasn't ready. Taking him under his wing Johnny showed him a few things and surely replay grasped it all and started to build himself rapidly.

"Congratulations Replay, you deserve this just as much as anyone else. I've witnessed you first hand putting in the work it takes for this and I'm excited to see what you can do given the chance."

"Good luck in Paradise even though I'm sure you won't need it."

Walking over and shaking Replay's hand, Johnny slipped out of the building and into a cab, disappearing into the night.