War, something my lineage is intimately familiar with (particularly the orchestrating, funding and winning thereof), has come to the Kuku bloodline once more. 

My father was targeted by BlackNoir at the behest of FatherMacklePenny, a bitter, jealous little man who has an unhealthy obsession with me.  Triggered by said bitterness and jealousy of the latter, possibly even more than that, BlackNoir failed in his attempt to slay MrKuku and like second chapter of Pounding Sand, was consigned to the ether. 

He promised that he and others like him, presumably Chicago-Stadium frequenting rubes, would be coming for me.

I SAY BRING IT ON

You would think they would know better than to attack someone with at least one war named after them.  They didn't and now they are dead.

The same will happen to whoever comes next. I'm not making threats. But I do intend to kill them.

I never seek conflict.  I do finish it.

As the last FatherMackle standing, I want to make clear that I am not trying to scrounge money like FatherMacklePenny did.  The Kuku line is one of substance, gravitas and extraordinary wealth.  Despite us sharing a name, I do not want to be held responsible for whatever petty little scam he was trying to run.  I will be giving the FatherMackle family name the honour it has long craved and I won't be bullied away from my duty to the Streets by pipsqueaks like them. 

The Fareham Press will churn again.

Thank you. Please send me money.