FALURE! YOU FAILED TO FIND WORK.

What has happened to our community of competitive writing and recruitment? I have been seeking a job for the end of the World and cannot find work.

All avenues have been exhausted. @LuckyFreddy refuses to answer my questions. @elkmilk runs away from his job of an upper and won't entertain my efforts.

From MrDiabolik and ChefRenie there was no reply. Renie is supposed to cure heartburn not cause it. A shameful failure of leadership.

WHO WILL TAKE A CHANCE ON A MAFIA BILLIONAIRE?

My bloodline is the saviour of Chicago. The great mastermind behind The John Fareham War. Founder of Basketball. Father of Writing Competitions.

Please, won't anyone show any leadership?

John, Have you not sat down, and looked deep inside yourself in awhile?

I look all around and what I see is a lot of employed individuals. Maybe, but only maybe, the problem is not the job or writing system, but JUST MAYBE, this one time, its operator error

SladeWilson, raises a point. It isn't a good point, but that didn't matter. 

My bloodline deserves a chance. 

We have earned it.

Taking a chance on me only has an upside. My bosses have always been rewarded.

Handsomely.

Why can't we get sponsorship now? The Streets are lacking leaders, Dons, front men of renown and fortitude. 

$8,000,000 says I've run more newspapers than you. 

@John_Cuckham I too have found great difficulty in finding employment.

The world had rejected Fareham.

First I had Armageddon promise me a spot in his crew after I showed generosity to Detroit, only for him to start abusing me like an unwanted adopted son.

Then I had luciano_lucky pretend he had all 4 remaining spots in his crew reserved for his imaginary friends.

So how did it end?

In the end after much aimless wandering I found a bed to sleep in, Frenchiehorn welcomed me into her flock with open arms.

I had only one condition: for her as-yet unnamed crew to be called the "John Fareham Memorial All-star Band", or JFMAB.

This she has agreed to, both verbally and in writing.

SladeWilson You can try making comments about the Fareham lineage again once you've successfully written a newspaper.

SladeWilson is clearly into the acts of systematically oppressing free speech. No innocent man in history ever wore an eyepatch. He is evil incarnate. 

@Slavewilson I ask you this, how much did you sell your soul to MrDiabolik for?

What soul? I was born without one, so I did not have to trade it

With a glowing endorsement from SlaveWilson, MrDiabolik has indicated I will be able to join his family very soon. 

What does this tell us?

It tells us with money comes friendship

And with friendship comes a sudden realisation that Leadership can come in many diabolical shapes and sizes.

Walks down the street, pen and note pad in hand, a self-penned tune on his spiced up brain

I am a chicken and I give no fucks

CB's head bobs as he scribbles furiously

Balking on the wind, like screeching clucks

His beak clicks wildly from side to side, an after effect from too much "dusting" the night before

The homeless scratching for legends of lore

But we've got a wolf in the henhouse that I trust more. 

Chickenboi looks up from his note pad, letting his lazy eye drifts over the bored looking crowd as he mutters to himself,

"I think a record deal is in my future"

This story resonates with me.

Everywhere I go, I am shunned. I ask for work, but do not even get a reply.

People do not want to benefit from my overflowing coffers of cash, or the clout that I bring with me.

I don't know why.

Does my breath stink?

Yes Jabroni, that is exactly it, your breath smells like a steaming, stinking pile of monkey crap.