sst takes to the streets and begins to talk...

"Friends, the Godfather of Chicago was installed by the goodwill of a number of people who ensured he had enough people around him to do what was necessary.  One of those people was my grandgather, JimmyTwoTimes.  Now, Jimmy knew that LL needed people, so got in touch and joined his crew as they made the run for the position of Godfather.

Jimmy took it seriously, and recruited an number of people into LL's crew.  _LEO_ among them.

People in LL's crew do indeed work for my lineage, but Leo was not one of them.

But, given the endemic paranoia within Void Bastards, and the absolutely pitiful choice of second-in-command, it was obvious that an internal purge would soon happen.

Early this morning, it started.

Constipated Killed Leo for no reason other than his own immaturity and paranoia.

We win, again."

Terrah heard some ramblings on the street. The rambling reminded her of a story she had heard when she was a child perhaps from her father, maybe her mother or it could have been one of the many stories the Don of Palermo had told her.

There was a boy who was tasked with watching a flock of sheep. He found the job mundane and bored him to near death. So one day he decided to have some and hollered from the highest hill top. "wolf wolf" and laughed and laughed when the townspeople came running with murder in their eyes and pitchforks in their hands. He repeated this several times a day for some length of time. The townsfolk always running with hatred and murder in their eyes hoisting pitchforks. One sunny bright day  a wolf came across a the boy sleeping on his job. The wolf proceeded to kill the boys sheep eating some just mutilating others. The boy woke to a bloody mess and ran to the hilltop the snarling wolf on his heels its maw red with blood. The  boy cried from the hill top as he had grown accustomed to "wolf wolf". But that day no villagers came to his aid. And the wolf had a very full stomach. 

Terrah walked away from the ramblings the story going through her mind as she wondered which one had told her the story in the first place.

'SatoruGojo, you, in the standard of discourse we are familiar with, asked me this:

"sst, can you please shut the fuck up?"

And the answer is, yes, of course I could.  But I won't.  Not unless you condemn, once and for all, the misappropriating of Competitive Writing Community prizes.

Until such time as an apology is made, in public, or successful negotiations are concluded between the thieves (and their supporters), and representatives of the KLF (the body responsible for avenging said theft), then the targeted campaign against LL and proxies will continue.

To recap, and in response to your laughable premise that:

"You are achieving absolutely nothing and look like a complete moron"

My lineage, with others, since the theft of the prize money have killed friend after friend of LL, and member after member of your cities and crews.

My lineage, with others, have affected the wholesale infiltration of cities and crews.

My lineage, with others, continue to receive significant intel and info about various cities and crews.

My lineage, with others (including you), have borne witness to LL being baited into the most pathetic denial of a simple communication.

My lineage, with others, have manipulated crew leaders into killing their own members, and have facilitated other members leaving their crews.

But most amusingly of all, and the pathos of my response to what I am about to describe will escape you, this entire society has watched you, and LL and his RH in particular, descend into the most uncouth, crass, juvenile behaviour, acted out on these very streets.  The strange fantasies of LL in particular about peanuts, dancing, performing, and his excruciating fixation upon sex-workers, has done far more to diminish his reputation than my simple repeating known facts about him.

He, and you, and your allies, have been caught out in lie after lie, after lie.  You shrug of the deaths of close friends, taking the bait to call them "no name C's" - you do this time and time and time again.

And the funniest thing of all?  You know that you're being manipulated by myself, with others, but simply can't look the other way, so great is your anger and your inadequacy.

Why would we stop?  We are winning and you are not.

Now, you could easily call this whole thing off by just not responding.  But you simply aren't mature enough to meet me head on, and debate the simple facts.  So, instead, you attempt to deflect with fantasy and projection.

Again, simply by this continuing means that I am winning.

Call my bluff.  Walk away.

You won't.  You can't.  So I win.

We always win.'  

There’s a difference between honorably asking for condemnation of apparent “misappropriation” of prize funds, which, if I remember right, happened over a month ago and has long since been over, and repeatedly telling each one of your future lineage to publicly pester and target the same people over and over and over.

The bottom line is that whatever the amount of money the prizes ended up being could have long been re-earned by now, and by any participating party. Continuing to stress over it at this point hasn’t been leading anywhere and this is more of a public harassment than anything done for a supposed “better cause” or whatever you want it to be.

Whatever your lineage has claimed itself to be certainly hasn’t showed of late. You mostly just squander the lives of each of your sons or daughters by barking like a madman in the open, or taking matters into your own hands and dragging people with zero involvement into your charades. If you showed any merit you’d shrug off the past, make up your differences, and start anew. Most of your main talking points just get replaced with something irrelevant in every conversation you have.

And like you said, you could stop, but you won’t because people continue to come back and speak. You can’t really blame them for that though, you’re damn good at being incessant and overbearing.

The only laughable thing here is how much effort you put towards all this when it repeatedly winds up going to waste. It’s fun to grab some popcorn and read up on your daily fibs and fabs and other nonsensical chatter and then watch as someone smiles before putting a bullet in your skull.

A street clown is always fun to see. When do I get my balloon? I really want one of a big ol’ lion!

PlagueGuy, you need to give sst a break. He's got it bad for me, he honestly thinks he has a chance, and no amount of correction seems to dissuade him of the notion. He's like an errant puppy that isn't house trained, and no matter how many times you rub its nose in its own piss, it doesn't get the message. Incidentally, did you know sst worked in a post office for 5 years before he started his life of no crime? His job was to stick stamps on the envelopes, he would sit there licking and licking and licking. Apparently he had a good tongue action. Prior to that he worked as a street clown, funnily enough, making balloon animals no less... again for 5 whole years he spent his time blowing this and blowing that, out on the streets. Can you imagine? 10 years of licking and blowing, blowing and licking word on the streets was if you were in need, sst would be happy to blow and lick until the job was complete.

So please, give the guy a break, he's had it hard for a while... might need to seek medical advice for that though.

"Lincoln_Lawyer, I'd say your strange attempts at sexualised humour is adolescent, but it's a lot more basic than that.  There's something really quite tragic about how much more of yourself you reveal through this posturing.  

One hitherto uncommented upon aspect is the total lack of sycophants you attract in public.

Looking back through journals (and I am reliably informed your records are indeed expansive), usually when Godfathers attempt humour or menace on the Streets, they have people laughing at their jokes, confirming their threats etc.

You have mostly silence.  I'd suggest that, such is the cringe-factor of your gratuitous but ineffective verbal fumbling's, even your own members (and I don't mean the ones working with me) are embarrassed by you."

Actually sst, I post comments like that because it is the kind of shit that you are familiar with, you know with your ancestors rape fantasies and all. Now there was something really quite tragic, and compared to my gutter humour, how much of you did you reveal that day, you disgusting little man. Your family line should still be banned from these shores, between conning billions out of City Hall and that shit, your whole family should be still doing 20 years.

"Lincoln_Lawyer - that's just not true, though, is it?

"I post comments like that because it is the kind of shit that you are familiar with"

As relatives of mine have detailed, your linage has a sordid history of, for example, dubbing rival's mothers as sex-workers than predate by years the events you mentioned above.  And that's just one example of the type of vivid yet unimaginative, immature, and totally inappropriate discourse you consider humour.

You make the statements like you made above because you have nothing else, and never have.  You make those comments because you genuinely think they're funny.  You think they're funny, because they make you laugh.

When you feel embarrassed at how basic you feel when your really cringey comments are highlighted, you lash out by bringing up City Hall.  Just like your recent lies about the telegram that was sent, it is very obvious when I, or my friends, get under your skin.

You are not a sophisticated man.  You are easy to read.

There is nothing subtle about how you conduct yourself.  You're the boorish drunk making sexist and sexualised jokes, that make everyone uncomfortable, save for the similarly chronically lacking in self-awareness morons who guffaw and consider themselves edgy.

Dude, this is your level:

"His job was to stick stamps on the envelopes, he would sit there licking and licking and licking. Apparently he had a good tongue action."

This is really tragic.

Sorry, the conversation had moved on from me to your ancestors Gay rape fantasies, can you not keep up. Would you like me to say it slower? Actually, I think I have hit the nail on the head. Perhaps you are so disgusted with the actions of your own ancestors, that you try to project on to me, in the hope that everyone will forget what a disgusting little troll you are, what a reprehensible piece of shit you are.

"You can say it any way you like, and I'm sure you will.  It's also very obvious what you're trying to do, but it won't work for you.  I wonder what it says about a man when he employs as his representative a man with the self-given name of Constipated? 

Or associates themselves with faked telegrams, like that one over there.

Or this embarrassing nonsense here:

"So what I'm seeing here is you are asking me for a Hand Job? Damn man, I knew your family had a thing for me"

But it isn't just highly sexualised insults this 'Godfather' indulges in.

Here's one which makes light of chromosomal difficulties:

"your family member who was 1 chromosome pair short of a genome"

In a similar vein:

"One was a virtually quadriplegic associate"

And old favourites such as "daftdildo, 'GarthSmallprick' and so on.

One doesn't need to look far into your past to see classless, tasteless, wildly inappropriate words and actions.

The overwhelming tally of them confirms that you see it all as acceptable.

You like to pretend that I'm dragged you into the gutter, but dude, your interests and conduct are really low-rent.

Just own it.  You're uncouth.  Not everyone needs to be an intellectual.  Be proud of the lane that you can't escape from.

And again, every single time you mention City Hall, I know that you're on the ropes and flailing.  And that you are an embarrassing hypocrite.

My lineage is old and clinical in recital of the facts.  Yours needs lurid nonsense to make a point, and you still don't make a point.

The other, massive, difference between your lineage and mine is that when I use humour, it works.

You are so, so not funny.  Like, really, really not funny.

You're as good at humour as you are as covering up shot report telegrams."

Well, SatoruGojo, I have asked you repeatedly to take a chance and recruit me.

Alanis was an Earner, and an LHM.  JimmyTwoTimes had every intention of being a solid, high-performing mafioso, but was murdered, despite a sterling job of propelling the slimeball lawyer to Godfather. 

Its not a matter of being "on the ropes and flailing" its a matter of no matter what I do, or what I say, no matter how I chose to insult your lineage, and lets face it, every single insult you have quoted and taken out of context was directed at your family, no matter how I decide to interact with your constant bullshit and half truths and down right lies, nothing will make me as classless and pathetic as you. Your family has set the bar so low, that the mantle has difficulty getting under it. And no, you do not recite facts, you take half quotes and half truths and twist them to your own goals.

Your Grandmother asked me a question. 

Lincoln_Lawyer - "Neil" (a codename for an operative in your crew) passed on this telegram from you:

"I am currently the Godfather of Chicago. Allegedly this is only until such time as ♠CH>CLO gets GFC and takes over the role, but as @AlanisMorrissette has recently outed him as a raging Alcoholic, we know that won't be happening for a considerable time."

Are you denying that you sent this telegram?

And I denied it, because I didn't send that Telegram. It was a tiny part of a much larger Telegram I sent. I'm a Lawyer ssst, you have to be specific. I also denied it because I was interested in finding out exactly who did send it to her.

So then she said the following:

It was a telegram sent by you, to your crew.  Therefore, it can only have come from someone within your crew.

These are the only two points of interest.

And again I denied it, because it wasn't a telegram sent by me to my crew, it was a part of a telegram sent by me to the whole of Chicago, your grandmother says that the two points above are the only points that mattered,  so again, as she was wrong on both points, I told her that she was talking shit.

And it worked, Colubo frustrated that his duplicity was for nothing, decided to out himself in an attempt to catch me out in a lie I had not made. The fact that neither of them could see this is laughable. The fact that you have not come forward with any other evidence of my mails is proof that you do not have any spies in my crew. The fact that your Grandmother didn't recognise my twisting of her own words to describe my good friend CLO in the Telegram I did send the whole of Chicago is also rather humorous. So yes, you are right when you say your lineage is funny, its just a pity that people laugh at you and not with you.

The funds were not misappropriated he is just dragging this on till people forget the real truth and tell LL and friends to pay him just  to shut him up. 

These funds were sent to the heir of the person in question. Which is proper practice for if someone is killed during a competition.

As for his  achievements they are not achievements that any who has been in this thing of ours for anytime  and has no moral fortitude do.  They just have the common sense to stay quiet about it. So they don't look like a babbling idiot on a street corner trying  to make themselves look smarter than everyone else. While he may be smarter than some, it is not the majority.

Every time someone from his bloodline  posts something like this I wonder 

Who hurt him as a child? What the hell kind of trauma makes a person act like this on a street corner? It's obviously some long seeded trauma from childhood that he  hasn't worked through.  I really feel sorry for him and I am fighting the urge to pity him.

"The 48 minutes it took you to come up with that were not well spent.  You continued to lie about sending the telegram, even after the late, great Colobu provided so much evidence.

Which, sadly but typically, confirms that you're embarrassed at your actions and trying to cover them up.

As for this masterclass in projection:

"Your family has set the bar so low, that the mantle has difficulty getting under it"

Sigh.  As I have already demonstrated many, many times, your lineage's whole schtick is sub-schoolyard innuendo and weird, pornified imagery. 

A few days ago, you told this entire society how your ancestor named himself Neil_Anbomi as some kind of riposte to my ancester.

Dude, you know how weird that is?  Your lineage needs to mature significantly.  Times are changing, and whilst your 'humour' has never been funny, it's basically not really acceptable any more.

People can and do change.  It's time for you to do just that.

48 minutes to come up with that nonsense.

Two final things, before I give you the customary chance to have your much coveted last word:

I can outwit you in real time, any time, because you have provided, and continue to provide, endless examples of your puerile nature.

And finally, I said you were "on the ropes and flailing" because of your bringing up City Hall.  It is obvious why you do this, not just to me, but to everyone else.  You do that because, beneath your veneer of light-heartedness, there is real, acute venom.  There isn't for me my man, not for you, and not for anyone else.  I don't want you in jail for longer than a short stretch, like one gets for a failed jail break, whereas you want me "doing 20 years."

That's why we can have these exchanges all day long and I'll walk away happier than you.  You are really angry.  I'm just doing my job.

Over to you for the last word, son.

Really you are asking this?  I thought you were a wordsmith. Well since you are not by your own confession  let me tell you the difference.

Feeling sorry for someone indicates a sense of sympathy for them. 

Having a sense of pity for someone means to be disappointed in them or have regret for them. 

Sorry, I don't dance to your tune. I'm a Godfather, i have a city to run. It didn't take me 48 minutes to come up with that, I just don't bother making my whole life about you, like you have made your whole existence about me. 

You continued to lie about sending the telegram, even after the late, great Colobu provided so much evidence.

Complete and utter lies. Once Colobu outed himself and died for his breech of Omerta with his home movie, I never again mentioned the Telegram.  See, again you are trying to twist the narrative to suit your agenda. 

whilst your 'humour' has never been funny, it's basically not really acceptable any more.

What, and Gay rape fantasies were?