WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

The Date: December 15

The Place: Los Angelos

It is early morning in LA. Dom is walking through a dingy business area, looking for action. He decided to find someone to pickpocket--he needed some experience in that department. So, he hunted for someone new to the life of a mobster. Soon, he found what he was looking for. A young guy, hanging around a corner somewhat obviously. Dom recognized him as Garrie.

Granted, Dom was just a bit older than Garrie, but he had the advantage of coming from a long line of mobsters. "Here we go," thought Dom.

Dom snuck up behind the man, and quietly puts his hand into Garrie's back pocket. He smiles as he draws out a wad of cash. As he backs away, Garrie suddenly wheels about, an angry look on his face. Dom halts, then runs at him. Garrie jumps out of Dom's way, and Dom darts out into the street. Cars screech to a halt and people turn their heads and Garrie screams in anger. 

5 blocks and 10 minutes later, Dom lies bruised and bleeding on the sidewalk, all his money gone. Garrie walks away with a smug smile, satisfied with the result of the mugging he has just committed. 

The next day, Dom goes in search of the man. He finds him on the same corner. Dom sneaks up and takes money again, and this time is unnoticed. Dom smiles as he pockets the cash. But a few minutes later, Dom finds his own pocket empty! He growls, knowing only too well who the perpetrator is.

This time Dom resolves to punish Garrie more severely. He goes to his crew's HQ, and buys a gun from the armory. After some inquiries, Dom finds out that Garrie is yet to be sponsored by a family. So, Dom goes in search of Garrie again. He finds him in a convenience shop, buying cigarettes. Dom walks into the store, unnoticed. He steals up to the counter, as Garrie selects a cig pack. Then, Dom pulls out his gun. The clerk screams, and Garrie dives behind a display. BANG. The bullet hits the display but misses Garrie. Dom beats it as people begin to call for police.

That night, Dom once again goes in search of his foe. He searches until late evening, when he sees him going in to a boarding house. Dom waits for a half of an hour, then knocks on the building's door. A woman answers it. "Hello, ma'am," says Dom. "I am here to see Garrie. Can you show me to his room?" The woman nods, and leads Dom upstairs. She points to a room, saying "Here you are." Dom raps on the door, then steps into a shadow. The door opens, and Garrie looks out. He looks both ways, then goes back inside. Dom knocks again, and this time Garrie walks out into the hall. Dom walks into his room. Garrie turns, and then goes pale as he recognizes Dom. He backs up, as Dom pulls out his revolver. "There's no escape this time," says Dom with a nasty smile. Garrie looks at him, and opens his mouth. Dom walks forward, grabbing Garrie's arm so he can't run. He presses the muzzle of the revolver into Garrie's stomach. He stays there for about a minute, Garrie shaking. Then, as Dom shouts "DON"T EVER MUG ME!", his finger pulls the trigger, a shot rings out, blood and guts spew from Garrie's stomach, and a life ends.

Dom, after telling his story, is stopped by Grooglez, who asks a few questions.

"Hello, Sir. First, I was acting on my own. My crew wasn't involved, and Garrie, as i mentioned, was not in a family. I had every right to kill him.

"Second, the killing had nothing to do with Mr. Muscles. It was me and no one else.

"Third, I did not get my money back.

"And lastly, my attitude towards pickpocketing is completely in line with my actions. Garrie never stated his attitude towards the crime.

"Thank you for your interest, Sir."

Were you working for MortyMuscle(less) as he claims Garrie was murdered under his guise

Under my guise? Grooglez, we need to get you into some vocabulary classes ASAP if you are going to grow into a productive member of MartyMuscles' mafia community. Are you, by any chance, related to Phil Steak - the man too stupid to use a gun without a safety? We have a long road ahead of us if so.

The good news is I've spent my life honing every muscle on my body to its Platonic form of physical perfection, so there is no reason I can't shape something vaguely competent out of the irradiated ruins of your personality. 

Dom, good work. You followed orders to perfection. Your role in the purges will earn you commendations when the council of powerlifters next convenes for a review. RIP Garrie. He was simply not cut out for this world.

Yes, under your Guise.

guise - an external form, appearance, or manner of presentation, typically concealing the true nature of something.

Did you not claim that Garrie was cleansed due to your doings? Or are you now admitting that your entire world revolves around taking credit for achievements within your on head? Seems very KuKu of you.

Yes, I am Phil_Steak. 


Lets take a step back and examine your overall logic/intelligence.


So you want to purge me because I said paying for sex is a bitch move? So you're promoting being a bitch?

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01:27 <Garrie[MR]> Why expend currency to fornicate?

You can practically hear the bristling of his neckbeard. His presence in the new world was deemed unnecessary by the council of powerlifters. RIP Garrie. ```

Yet, you're now attacking me for using a word..... stating i need to improve my vocabulary?

Do you see the logical lapse here?



Also, holy fuck, you figured out I'm a decendent of Phil/Googlez already? Man, I thought I had taken really solid precautions to keep myself distanced. Oh no :(. 

Grooglez, you are all over the place. I have already purged Garrie, why would I want to purge you? That would be ridiculous. You are certainly a better man than Garrie. That guy was a moron. He would say things like this:

01:29 <Garrie[MR]> All u got with a hoe is a slut that has a taste for business. I don't need that if seeking a slut.

Very virginal. It made me very sad to listen to. It is a lot harder to pump 200 lb dumbbells when you're sad, very demotivating. 

As you can see, it is quite clear that Garrie was cleansed due to his doings, not mine. I did, however, order his cleansing. Do you follow? 

I see potential in you, Grooglez. That's why I have been spending so much time taking you under my wing and trying to help you. I am going to make you the best person you can be. Only then can my beautiful mafia grow into a community of strong and ambitious individuals, full of gangsters who feel capable of using a gun without a safety without anything disastrous occuring. But we could not get there without a dead Garrie.

RIP Garrie. 

Here is another lesson for you, my prized pupil: the word you are looking for is pretence. 

Thanks again, Dom. A job well done. 

Can you please elaborate how paying for sex is somehow less virginal exactly?
 

We have been over this many times but, rest assured, your steadfast incorrigibility will not deter me. I don't give up on my apprentices that easily. 

It is not the subject matter that cast Garrie's integrity into question, it was his manner of delivering it. If he had spoken like someone who didn't smuggle fish fingers in their underwear strap like a beta dork utility belt and said, why pay money to have sex, rather than "why expend currency to fornicate", the red flags surrounding him may not have been so obvious. But that was who Garrie was; a strange boy with a mind two tacos short of a combination plate, the type of person they put safeties on guns to protect. 

I hope that clears it up once and for all, Groogy. Under my tutelage, you will outshine your father in every way. 

RIP Garrie. Purged but not forgotten. 

Furious stood there and were a bit sad when seeing this esscalation continues more and more, it seems that MNM should try not to threaten more and more like he does here also and instead try to have a great Christmas along with friends and have fun with them instead of being mad to often, lifes to short and its betetr to try out to be glad more often, it dont hurt says Furious in a silence way but were sure no listen to him that should do it instead of be more and more furious along the way.

Great story by Dom, thanks for that one dude.

He lights up a smoke and turns around and walks out again a bit sad after this.

MartyMuscles you may be interested to know what Garrie whispered right before I pulled the trigger:

Garrie looks you in the eye and says "i love puffs"