Nine days. Nine days of planning shooting guns, dodging bullets and anxiously waiting for airports to reopen. It was safe to say that twigs was exhausted after being part of one of the longest wars in mafia history. Still, almost a week after the last bastion of the old regime had fallen, twigs had not entirely recovered. While his new home and sister cities of Las Vegas and Los Angeles were well on their way to a speedy rebuild, the remaining cities were wrought with destruction. Finally getting his shit together, he decided to pay the other cities a visit to help the locals rebuild as well.

The first destination was Detroit. While originally twigs' home city, he could barely recognize it anymore. The streets were filled with a mix of still innocent gangsters from @Illiuminatiated's crew, a basketball team getting yelled at by their HeadCoach, and a bunch of hostile mobsters from a foreign crew. Twigs had maintained communications with Illuminatiated and HeadCoach throughout the war through telegram, but he was happy to finally meet them in person. After a brief negotiation, the three of them came up with a plan for rebuilding Detroit and Chicago in one fell swoop. Twigs went to his vantage point from which he had made a speech about apples in what seemed like a lifetime ago, and prepared to address the crowd once again.

"The war which my comrades and I started is over now. As I said in my previous speech, let us create a structure which promotes individual growth and safety. I have found two great men who will assist us in this endeavor. The first one is HeadCoach, who has agreed to become the new face of prosperity in Detroit. Look at this hunk of a man - if his figure does not scream integrity at you, I don't know what will. With full support from the west coast, he will now assume full control of Detroit.

Secondly, the man known as Illuminatiated had selflessly volunteered to house a stream of criminals from catching stray bullets in this recent war. His name doesn't quite roll off the tongue, but don't let the name fool you - he's a great person. For his dedication, he has been granted permission to set up The Illuminati in The Loop, Chicago. What happens to the other districts is up to him; he will have full control."

After delivering the speech, twigs hastily moved towards the airport. There were more cities to rebuild before the day was over.

Congratulations to both HeadCoach and Illuminatiated. These are exciting times and I would like to wish them both the best in conducting enterprises across their respective cities. The mid-west region certainly has a lot to rebuild and we are privileged to have them driving such efforts.

Thank you Don Twigs for your role in coordinating this national initiative, alongside others, including Don Esposito. We are similarly fortunate to have leadership across the country working toward the similar goal of developing our world to the vision that we hold of it. 

When I was considering leaving the civilian life and enter into something a little more, dirty, I hadn't intended to become involved with the mafia basketball circuit, surprisingly. As I look back at my week spent battling against unnamed stained to mammoth shorts, boy am I glad that I have! A true privilege bestowed upon the community with this HeadCoach tubbo being granted legitimacy and I can't wait to see what Detroit becomes from here.

Skadoosh hears a big announcement happening...He makes his way there, he sees a crowd of people gathered and listening...It was Don Twigs speaking with the mic next to him. The rebuild mode had finally finished and new crew Auths had been setup.

Thanks Twigs for setting up the new crew auths. Everything that has a beginning has an ending. It was a great war where many had fallen and respect to both sides who fought till the end without a doubt in their mind. 

Skad walks up and opens up a bottle and gives Don Twigs and the comrades a drink and makes his way down...

Thank you, twigs. When Constipated shot John_Fareham, I could not imagine a world where justice & euro-steps could prevail hand in hand. I stood nude in the showers that afternoon, half-heartedly slapping the bums of my various equally-nude teammates, wondering how to chart a path forward. As we towel-whipped each other through the steam of the locker room, it became clear to me that I would need to take the initiative to build the society I wanted to see; a community based around mafia basketball, where every man is as good as his ball skills, and no one is murdered for not telling jokes.

Still in my natural state, I decided to forego my post-workout chocolate milk and entered the sauna, where I resolved to purchase a headquarters to house the best of the best. Though we entered what would become a long and bloody war soon after, my goals did not change. In fact, I became more determined than ever to provide a home to the mafia's greatest athletic specimens, especially those with the biggest hands and necks so thick, they could twerk with them. While my move was unauthorized, we quickly found important allies to hitch our wagon to, and only killed one of them in the process.

As we continue our journey together - the JFMAST now legitimate and bowing to no one but BricktownCL, our violent but merciful God-King - I rest easy knowing that we all stand together as friends, allies and devoted fans of the Boston Celtics, charter members of the Basketball Association of America, est. 1946. Go Celtics. Power to BricktownCL. One love.