Slowly, but decisively the night took over from the day. Dar Gabrielson turned from the streets where blood flowed carrying the broken dreams of those who had layed down their lives. Fuck. These streets were meant to bring joy, but they stood proof of death. Those we once cherished lay lifeless in our arms. Those we once looked to for guidance now lay silenced. Yesterday was certain, but today we stand where we have no fucking clue what tomorrow holds.

“Ladies,” Dar said, winking to on of the more beautiful bystanders, “... and gentlemen.”

“Today’s events shook the core of our existence. If we look back and share stories of what we have grown accustomed to we will recognise topics like peace, stability and prosperity. We realise that we liked what we had, despite the different sentiments people across the country might have felt. Our horizons were broad and bright.”

“But now everyone died. But that’s not the end of things. It’s merely a new dawn. We are at the doorstep of a new day were we get to shape our future. The remaining leaders would like to do so by remembering the good things the recent times gave us. In a world of deceit, stability is uncommon, but we got to experience it. Each era has it’s benefits and it’s downfalls. Going forward the leaders of this country will embrace what was good and attempt to improve where chance is offered.”

The man and his ragged jacket stared into oblivion. With clouds darkening the sky and the day nearing it’s end, Dar wondered who the hell he was speaking to. While some of the bystanders continued on their paths Dar shared final words.

“While those that remain alive did not expect the state of our society, we want to ensure you that we are not intimidated by the task it presents us. Relations are tested, but we are one in our aim: Continue prosperity for those who live on the shady side of the law. In days to come, the remaining leadership will meet and decide on direction for this community. One thing will be clear above all other. We will never submit to the FBN dogs. Chance and reward are ours to grasp. And we will fucking grab it. For we are us and we seize all that is ours and that what is beyond. We look forward to work with each of you as we, together, give shape to this country we all love.”

can there be an assurance that we can start and maintain this new dawn without the possibility of another underground factions civil war tearing down

No. Renegade, why would you ever want something so boring?

And can there be an assurance that we can start and maintain this new dawn without the possibility of another underground factions civil war tearing down what the likes of you and I can build, we need to learn from the mistakes we've all witnessed as a community

I would prefer that all members of the community know how to properly structure a sentence, you raging moron.  

Renegade, go be stupid somewhere else. 

Okay, okay guys lets not start a street brawl now. 

Some people are just in a bitter mood right now, but I appreciate you DarGabrielson for seeing this not as a 'failure to communicate' but an 'opportunity for revival'. 

Ha, this makes me smile actually. I haven't participated in much discussion during my time here, but I like how this simple announcement already invoked some heated interaction.  I, don't offer promises of better times as that is subjective to interpretation. This is no announcement by collective leadership that the past was bad and that things will turn for the better.

The only thing stated today is that while everything crumbled, we are still here. Times like these make us wonder if there will be an advocate for peace or if we see the next tyrant of our shores. What is important to realise is that the current leadership doesn't presume greatness or improvement. We just declare commitment. In what we pretend to be together, there is no absolute truth of what is good. We just attempt. We. Leaders show intent. Members will follow. If we fail. We fail together. Likewise if we win. Society is collective exploration. That's the future.

We will play our fucking part. Will you play yours?

BudKnight rode in on his trusty steed and dismounted....

My father put a lot of trust into you DarGabrielson and knew that you were somebody that would and could always help Seattle. He was proven correct when you came through the bloody battle not only alive, but actively doing everything in your power to fight the good fight. Although this was a very bloody battle and one that nobody will forget, I trust that you and the others who are left standing can do great things.

Build something better than we've seen before. I'm confident that we will see peace and stability for some time as this realm recovers. There will be those who question your actions as time goes on. One of my hopes is that you will weather the storm and continue to give it your all to rebuild. 

Bing looks at Luna and then briefly away. No, no brawls today....for now. Bing looked away from @Luno and over to DanielTosh.

My good sir, everything you said was spot on. Including the questions you asked and will (hopefully) be replied to. I look forward to hearing more of your opinions in the future. 

Bing looks over at Renegade and just stares at the man. He had to be drunk, the man wasn't making any sense. His words slurring together. Speaking, out loud, the name that should not be said, like, ever. Or....Bing looked up to the sky fearing a thunderstorm...one may be struck down in lighting instantly from the gods. Bing looked over towards DarGabrielson and BudKnight to listen. 

DarGabrielson, I'm a stranger to you, but I can instantly understand why BudKnight speaks so highly of you. Not only did you come back to a speech you started, but you further contributed to the conversation. You could have come out here and sold us the 'Vote Dar for President and I'll put a soda machine in the lunch room' pitch, spreading promises of happiness you won't be able to fulfill for everyone. Because, just like you said, better times as that is subjective to interpretation. My respects to you, Consigliere DarGabrielson.

Bing tips hat. 

Joli listens intently to her former Boss DarGabrielson nodding in approval and agreement to what he spoke.

"It is the circle of life we live in, may we be better in this new future, learn from the mistakes, and create something worth while in the end." Joli picking up bad habits from her counterparts  pulls out a bottle of champagne, pops it open and drinks.

 "To the future."

Arthur went toward DarGabrielson, he was here, instead of Thomas, since he was badly injured, and still in the hospital.

Arthur congrats DarGabrielson, and reported that Thomas will be recovered soon.

TM could only stand and listen to the speech. Words spoken so eloquently, provoking himself and I’m sure others to listen to them with a little more detail. This was in fact the life we all leaded and lived, although he was a firm believer that such tragedies and unthinkable ness were avoidable and were rare at best. A global conflict he thought to himself, a conflict that has shaken everything to its very core, even the journals of the wars of old he had never witnessed nor his bloodline witnessed something of this magnitude. Nor had he seen so many people who begged for this type of action yearn and pray for peace. The humble mafioso listens to then words of his colleagues, not really sure what to say himself. When the time came for him to I speak he could only say the words that were ringing true to him.

”All we can do now is rebuild, come together and rebuid what was destroyed. And god willing, truly find that harmony to which I think we are all hungry for. Lord knows I will do my part.”

Still dazed and sleep deprived from all the bullets flying around, he heard a man speak passionately. N0b0dy picked up the pass and headed towards the voices up ahead, shaking the remainder of what seemed to be gunpowder residu off his coat. 

Getting closer to the crowd of people, he recognized some familiar faces. You could sense it in the air, that feeling of hope. Hope for a brighter future. He felt a shiver down his spine as the man speaking looked at him briefly. It was his new boss DarGabrielson. 

"I'm just a N0b0dy, so forgive my boldness to speak up here. My father has worked along side you in earlier days. He spoke of you with much respect for reasons much like yours today. You're a man with a plan, a man with vision. Ready to step up when needed.
Are we happy today? Probably not. Are we excited for the future? Hell yes!"

He raised the bottle of whisky in his hand, took a sip, and looked at the early morning sky. 

"To better days my friends!"

Mistake walks through the crowd, shaking a few peoples hands along the way. Happy to see some familiar faces around. 

It is good to see some community spirit after such a bloody battle. Sometimes in this life, things don't quite go as planned. Tensions run too high and this is the outcome, no one wanted this. We can't change the past, however, we can affect tomorrow. Best of luck to everyone, I really hope we can pull through this. 

He tips his hat towards N0b0dy.

To better days!

tá:yö:nih listened to the speech, thankful to hear someone out in the streets addressing what had happened. After a while, he listened as N0b0dy proclaimed "Are we happy today? Probably not. Are we excited for the future? Hell yes!"

tá:yö:nih just nodded. This, to him, perfectly encapsulated the situation. The blood ran through the streets like a river, and the dead would be missed- but that river would bring life to the future, as well.