*From the entry of the church a black casket that holds the recently deceased can be seen. And though it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light, you see a woman in a black veil place a white rose on the casket. You watch as she wipes a tear from her eye. She lights a candle in remembrance of the deceased and walks down the aisle wiping the tears that are now cascading down her cheeks.

The only light inside the church is from the flickering candles on the altar. The candlelight casts an eerie glow across the priest's face. He hangs his head as he starts to read...*

"Friends, we are gathered here today to pay our final respects to our friend, Atropos. May they rest in peace. Those wishing to pay their respects may do so at this time."

Held your line decent bud, rip stay in touch.

Uncle Atropos. Fucking hell man. Firstly, RIP mate. The things you have done for not only NY, but the game as a whole, is so much appreciated. Very, very, great run.

Secondly, thank you for treating me normally. So many people turned their back on me when I started my last run, and you guys said fuck that, let me get Don then let me set up shop.

This NY run was more legendary than the 2014. It will be spoken about for years to come and I will miss you champ.

Great fucking run my boy.

Nobody can call you a Benedict Arnold! It was fun and real. 

RIP <3