LiLi had been thinking long and hard about @CommissarZverevs latest competition. What could be said about the society of ours? What defines it? It had taken her some time, but after speaking about goals, dreams and boundries the other day she thought she had an angle. Something from her own experience as a Mafioso that surely would tell people the meaning of it all, or rather the lack of meaning with it all. Cause her experience was that all roads lead to… Once again she found a busy corner to make her stand at. Making herself known she started rambling.

Fresh off the boat I can’t say I had much of a clue what I had to expect walking into this life of crime. Having only read old journals and notes I knew that wealth and riches was waiting, but not a clue how to get there.

Playing it safe I decided to join Irina in order to give myself time to find out who to join next. After a couple of weeks I stood there as an idiot not a clue where to go being told it was time to make a decision. Nice as she was she gave me some advice, Homer or Odin would apparently both be very good options. Flipping a coin Odin seemed to be the obvious choice.

After a week or so it became clear, this was not the right place for me at this time. I was nowhere closer to all those riches and the advice needed to get there.

One day I got woken up to gunshots, Odin had been gunned down by a rogue. Next hero to step in to help me on my quest was Da-Kine, it all felt glorious. This was how I would get to where I wanted. Filthy rich. Two small conversations and a day later dead, shot down as well. Imagine the disappointment.

Trying to put more thought into it. Feel out what was the right next step I chose to contact Xanxus for a part of his criminal empire. The past was erased, only good things could be awaiting learning from this beast of a man. I got advice, I earned money and most importantly I was getting there. My goal was within reach.

Welllllllll, guess what happened.

The gods, the fucking gods came and took it all away with a snap of their finger. I did feel a bit better after reading The Coconut Chronicle and quickly came to the conclusion that a cyborg was nothing I felt like working for.

But even then this was an all time low. Having my dreams chrushed over and over, when I finally thought I was getting there. This is when Homer stepped into the picture again. Offering me a spot within his organization. I almost said no, the fear of getting close but not close enough was breaking me.

Now it’s a different story though. My spirit is on the up again. I’m currently a ranked member within what might be THE family with THE Godfather, I’m owning a warehouse out of Las Vegas that surely will bring me riches beyond belief. I’m set, surely?

What is the point of all these ramblings I’m sure you’re asking yourself. Well let me tell you. I’m sure all of you listening have a dream a goal. You think you know the path to get there. You all have a plan. But let me tell you. No matter what you think you know. No matter what you’ve got planned.

All roads lead to Homer… I’ll be seeing you!

She let the message sink in for a bit before starting to walk away in order to put a transcript of her speech on the specified noticeboard in order to be eligible for the competition.