The clouds part and a bright ray of light shines through.  A beautiful man, wise beyond any humanly comprehension, steps down from a cloud and takes a look around at the ruinage of the city.  Despite the wreckage, everything seems better in his presence.  The birds swoop down from the trees to perch on his massive shoulders and sing.  Children come out from hiding and gather around, ready to absorb his wisdom like annoying little sponges.  A woman leans out of her second story window and tosses her panties to the mighty Pig.  The Pig smiles, brings them to his nose to smell the sweet feminine scent...only to be met with a rancid odor...

"Yuck!  English women..."

Tossing the pungent undergarments into a nearby trashcan, the Pig returns to the gathered admirers and begins to impart his wisdom...

It pains me to return here and see what the lot of you have done with the place.  The cities are in shambles.  Can I not take a short vacation without you imbeciles turning my beloved Cosa Nostra into a clusterfuck resembling monkeys flinging poo in an unsupervised zoo?

Who am I kidding.  These cities have always been dilapidated. In fact, the ONLY times that Cosa Nostra ran like a well-oiled machine have been the few times when my ancestors held your puny lives in the strong, masculine grip of their sizable hands.  Times were much simpler then.  You might say it was a mafia Utopia.  The nature of the average mobster within these cities is to blindly follow a powerful, well-endowed porcine creature into the gates of Hell, if need be.  You can only hope to get that chance again.  I realize that lately you have had nothing better to do with your time other than sitting around patiently, waiting for the next time Gwarble would say something witty, so that you could bathe in the reassurance that perhaps you WEREN'T surrounded by morons.  No such luck.

The fact of the matter is, you are all retarded.  (with the possible exception of SpaceMountain, who had the brilliant foresight to offer an ancestor of mine a nice chunk of cash for bodyguards).  You need me to tell you what to do, how to live, not to fuck your sister, and when to make me a sandwich.  Without my guidance, you would be left paralyzed in a perpetual state of uncertainty, unable to do much more than drool on your shirt and stick your thumbs inside your rectums as your only means of entertainment.  It is this recent lack of "me" that has brought this current downfall of civilation around you.

That being said, I have always been a "the glass is half-full" type of Pig.  Therefore, I am optimistic about the future now that I have returned to grace you all with my presence, offer my guidance, and, of course, to plot your eventual demise.  It brings me great joy to see all the dead bodies piling up around me at the moment.  It will make my job much easier when the time comes to kill you all.

Now then, I suppose I should get to work.  I will be seeking employment in the near future with a mobster whose very existence does not disgust me.  This might be a challenge, but there might be one or two out there who are not pathetic, sniveling bitches.  Before I go, I will pause for a moment to allow you to gaze upon my magnificent physique.  I am not completely heartless, after all.  I do realize that for months now, you have been limited to looking out upon this vast Sea of Ugly that you call your fellow mafiosi.  Take a good look.   Mmmm, yeah.  I can sense your envy.

Now fuck off.

The Pig kicks one of the children in the face and steps over the now unconcious body, returning to his luxury suite while a throng of women desperately claw at the gate outside the building, hoping to catch one more glimpse of the stunning man as he walks away...

"Drexler is back too" He says with a flex whilst booting the poor kid who was now beyond help.

"You heard the man...Fuck Off"

leans against a shops window and lights up a smoke, listening for a while he starts to laugh

You know my dad was saying to me the other day that the streets had become very boring as of late, although hearing your voice and your giant ego I have to say things have really livened up a little.

takes a draw from his smoke and then continues

Tis really has amused me, while there is no doubt that many will welcome your return. There will be those who will think, "fuck me, not again"

What I'd love to know is what you think is so wrong? Things were peaceful a long time without having someone lording themselves over the rest. Business was booming and there were many successful mafioso. Okay so yeah the past week has pretty much culled the heard down to 10% but still.

laughs a little and takes another draw from his cigarette

While I'm in no doubt there will be people begging you to join them, but what actually makes you think that you can change things?

Change things?  I see people dying left and right.  Why would I want to change things?  Seems everything is going perfectly fine.  Now go make me a sandwich.

thinks to himself a sandwich might not actually be a bad idea

Your gonna have to be more specific, what kind of sandwich do you want?

takes another draw from his smoke and then stubs it out

So you say things are fine, then why do you feel the need to need to tell us what to do and how to live? Would that not be changing things?

pulls out a pen and a bit of paper and waits for FlyingPigs order

Anything will be fine.  Just not ham.

His desire to tell individuals what and how to do things should be spat upon.  His bloodline carries heavy weight and if he has learned anything from his fathers or grandfathers, then God help us. I fear his lack of integrity. God knows what will happen if a GF leaves him in charge for a little while...I wonder what he would do?..?..?..?

*Cough* cough* fall*Cough* of* cough* THE FORT!!!!!!! 

tilts the hat on his head back a little

Are you sure about the ham thing? It's just I know of this place which has a delightful menu and one of their specialities is called "The Elvis" I gotta say I've tried it and it tastes pretty damn awesome.

scratches behind his ear and smiles

It consists of, banana, peanut butter, jelly and well bacon. But trust me it's beautiful.

"I'll take a cheese sammich please mate!" he says with a light shrug

"I always respected that old bastard pig, he always knew what he was doing, took a professional approach and more than often got the intended results...give the lad a break"

looks over at Drexler and thinks to himself this could turn into a nice little earner, set up a we sandwich stall and just sell them out to the on lookers and wannabes.

Until I open a business I'm not your lacky, if you want a sandwich get it yourself.

-Legend-, calm yourself.

It is unbecoming to be cry shrilly in the streets. Causes my ears to ring as well, which is most unpleasant.

Also...nice use of backbone, Archangel.

He had my entire family killed when war was not on the minds of any of the 8 cities. One careless move becasue his ego exploded out of his skull when he smelled a hint of the position that good DLS bestowed upon him temporarily. Tells alot about what the man would do should anyone trust a whole city under his permanent authority. The admins would have to take a city off of the game map due to the curse of it afterwards.

I intend to give him the nod to setup a HQ in every city.

Quite obviously, I meant it is unbecoming to cry shrilly in the streets.*

It has been a long, long day.

Boo fucking hoo, Legend.  Pipe down, retard, before I break my foot off in your ass.  I'll let you know when you are capable of carrying my jock strap.  Until then, you are not allowed to speak until I give you permission.

The fact is, my ancestor made a calculated decision.  It had nothing to do with ego.  It had to do with the survival of the city.  Without my ancestor's gun, LA would have been sitting ducks.  The old FP's survival was critical to the survival of the entire city.  DLS knew this, and knew of the risk involved in the decision that was made.  Sometimes risky decisions have to be made when you are in a position of power.  When you become capable of carrying my jock, and hence have gained the knowledge and experience that I possess, you will come to understand this.

Ok Ok...I'm just kidding????I'm sorry??? Won't happen again???. It indeed has been too long of a day to be discussing his carelessness and egotistical mishaps. Perhaps we should sing a song whilst all of you eat your sandwiches.

I did not give you permission to speak.

"I can speak? Did I say how good your hair is looking squire...new look is rather fitting!" he flies a wink at FlyingPig.

LA was sitting ducks maggot. No need to try to justify anything to me in front of eyes that do not know the inside of what happened.  And all of this stuff about breaking your foot off in my ass. You gonna get somebody to do that for you or you gonna show some balls and do it yourself. You talk about carrying your jock strap....lol You poor peasant there has to be something for your jockstrap to be carrying before you begin using expressions like that.

Hildebrand leans back and folds his arms across his chest, content to watch the proceedings.

He had said all he wanted to at the moment anyways...