It was not often, rather extremely rare, that Fluff was impressed by 2 leggers. Their awkwardness and lack of any skills w.r.t stealth, hunting and napping made him pity them for being such sorry excuses of hunters. But he had learned that some just didn’t come with claws, a physique built for killing, and they did have some smart things like thundersticks and they were able to be above the ground and be in steel birds to look down and find and hunt prey like that.

Yet today was an exception, today there was 1 human that had made him proud and receive the official Fluff seal of approval!! It was his close friend Don Cork, who well by now was no longer carrying the title of Don but Godfather! The man had grown up from being a lazy middle age man, to have found his 2nd youth and now had the spry in his step of a 20 year old, but the cunning of the most seasoned of them all.

He had met Cork a looong time ago, when Fluff was still leeching of the old man Michael_Corleone and chilling in Nancy_Downs’ HQ. The old man and the crazy eyes lady were in need of a 2nd in command man, and the Godfather Marston had told them, despite his late age and little clout to show for, that Cork was a man of potential. Based on the recommendation, Nancy had taken him on board with high expectations but some reservations.

The manners of the man had taken those reservations away, yet sometimes he was found drunk out of his mind in his underwear again and he had to be locked up on water and bread for days. Perhaps in those days he learnt to pick locks and escape confinements taking any other degenerate locked up with him out.

Yet, disaster struck for Nancy and Michael, and it was due to Godfather Marston and Cork’s teamplayer mindset that Fluff was given his own chance of running a profitable operations in Hollywood. Fluff had decided to reward Cork’s loyalty and keep him in upper management of the Gazers, still unsure if the man had the real mettle, but he had seen enough to inspire confidence. And in times when he felt the man was too much away in his own thoughts, he just made sure a well-time bite to the ankles was executed, perhaps a little bit of feline DNA had been the trick after all!!

When Fluff had been given the order to occupy the entire Sin City it had been Cork who stepped up, despite initially not wanting the responsibilities or the requirement to stop being drunk in his underwear. He set up a renewed operations of alcoholic experts, and even took Layla who just pulled pranks on him day after day as his most trusted soul. He grew his establishment and worked tirelessly to gather the clout he needed to usurp the established Godfather in Paradise.

Now celebrations were underway, but despite Fluff’s attempts at preaching modesty and restraint people decided to come bearing sticks of explosives and instead of drinking booze they were making strange burning cocktails. He was unsure what that would mean, but perhaps Cork would know very soon…

Fish had been witnessing how much effort Cork had put in recently to accomplish a great goal of his - becoming a Godfather of Paradise, Las Vegas. That is definitely no easy title to obtain, especially for someone being stuck in their wine cellar at least half the day. She was still super proud and wanted to take the opportunity to congratulate Cork.

"Congratulations, Cork! I know we are all proud of you over here in Hell's Kitchen." Fish took some time to to throw glitter and confetti into Cork's HQ, knowing he would be thrilled about this 'present'. "You busted your ass off, jail breaking your day away. May you prosper in Paradise, and I hope you will have a long and successful reign. Cheers!"

Fish popped open a beer and cheered him on. But she couldn't keep it down. The beer... ugh... it wasn't as good as everyone said it would b-..

She threw up. Twice. Right on his doorstep. Phew, at least she didn't have to clean THOSE furballs up!

Layla grins and dumps a box of glitter over Cork as she steps out to join the party.

A day like this deserves a story and a bottle of the best contraband, So I broke into your cellar and grabbed some of your select reserves. I hope you don't mind, I plan to tell everyone about the time I had to stage a Jail Break to get you outta bingo night at your moms club..

So, here I am minding my own business leading a tour around old Las Angels when I get pulled aside at one of the walking stops, our esteemed Godfather wants me to call him back ASAP at his mothers club.. I call and he's desperate for an emergency, apparently, his mother and her best friend have decided to set him up on a date with... HER CAT! So here he is at Bingo night and this cat keeps trying to Crawl INTO HIS LAP!! She's so drunk she furballs on his shoes and keeps trying to show him her butt...

So yeah, I call the club back five minutes later and fake an emergency, then swing by with the bus to pick him up and present him with a Paradise Select Sparkling Wine to get the party popping.

Congratulations Godfather Cork! Hope you'll forgive me for sharing!

Cork finally stepped out of his HQ and onto the streets. His friends had gotten a bit excited and some of their Molotovs had gone off inside and caused some repairs to be needed. He didn't mind, his friends were happy for him and he was grateful to them. He managed to sneak a glass from Layla and stepped out a bit more.

My friends, I cannot say enough how much I appreciate the love and support. It goes right back you 10 times over. It has been an absolute pleasure to be around all of you and this doesn't get done without any of you. From starting with Silvio, to joining Godfather Marston to leaving with Nancy to having a temporary crew, to moving in with Fluffy_Tummy to starting up again. It has been a long and wild ride and I wouldn't trade it. Each of those stops leaves me with an important memory.

That doesn't mean we're done here though. We now work to grow the community and make this an amazing world. I cannot wait to watch Paradise grow and become a place that welcomes all. We'll work to give opportunities to people who don't always get them. 

I want to reiterate how grateful I am for all of the support. You've made an old man feel young again.  This is only the beginning and I'm excited to continue the ride...

Cork raised his glass. He had a new lease on life and he was grateful to everyone that helped him get the spot on the Hill. He smiled and took a sip. Here's to the future!

It had been quite some time since SpaceCowboy had stepped out into the streets. Business in the west coast had been taking a toll on him, keeping him busy with very little free time to kick back and relax or even celebrate special occasions with friends.

But there was nothing that was going to stop SpaceCowboy from showing his respects to his dear friend Cork who had just achieved the title of Godfather in the Paradise city, where supposedly the grass is green and the girls are pretty.

Before leaving he packs up a couple of presents and decorates it with glitter and furballs that Fluffy_Tummy had disgustingly left in Los Angeles, before popping his way into the celebration late as hell...as is tradition for SpaceCowboy.

Making his way down the cellar stairs where the party was SpaceCowboy can hear some familiar voices chatting and hollering, having a good time from the sounds of it.

Finding his friend in the middle of the crowd celebrating SC makes his way towards Cork. Sneaking up behind him he wraps his arm around his shoulder and hugs tightly.

"Congratulations!!! You fucking did it Cork! I personally know how much you've been busting your ass off to make this dream of yours happen and I couldn't be more thrilled to see it all panned out! You've definitely earned it my friend and I hope to see this light a fire under Fluffy_Tummy's ass to get Godfather Chairman."

Reaching into his inner jacket pocket SpaceCowboy reveals two presents and hands them over to Cork with a smile.

"Let's get this party started!!!! Where's the booze and cocaine at!?"

Just as I walked down the stairs and into the cellar myself I could hear everyone applauding as SpaceCowboy entrance grew attention. Everyone was surrounding him and Cork. I heard "Congratulations" as I entered through the door and the celebration grew louder. It was awfully crowded down there and I had to be extra careful not to step on FLuffy_Tummy. I found him over in the corner showing his furballs to anyone that would take a look.

With a smile I nodded in his direction and headed towards the open bar. I asked the bartender for the select reserve on ice and he obliged with a great whiskey I'd never tried before. Once things got settled down a bit I made my way over to Cork to celebrate his new role as Godfather in Paradise. The crowd had dissipated from the man of the hour and it gave me the opportunity to drop off the presents I had gotten for him. One was a rare find I had stolen from a heist off the docks of downtown Los Angeles. I knew Cork was a connoisseur of alcohol so he'd appreciate the thought behind it. The other was none other then the infamous glitter bomb.

I tried handing them over to him in an order that he would open the liquor first but it looked like he was already popping the top off another bottle in celebration. My eyes grew wider as he went straight for the glitter bomb instead and ripped it open like a small child on Christmas morning. The excitement was immediate as the glitter shot in all directions covering nearly everyone in the party. The music came to a stop and the eyes quickly all set upon me.

In that awkward moment I licked Corks face and trotting off into the crowd as if I wasn't going to be noticed. I knew he wasn't going to retaliate as he had spent so much time at the local county jail breaking out fellow criminals that he was set on celebrating his success and new title. The alcohol began to flow as the music started again the participants pulled out their contraband and party favors to celebrate the mans success. It was a great day.

Adam Smasher was tired after working hard to establish his family in South Philla – Philadelphia. A few days ago he had received a bottle of wine and a letter informing him that his old friend Cork had risen in life and gained the position of Godfather in Paradise – Las Vegas, Adam had not yet taken a few days off to travel there to deliver a gift and maybe enjoy a night out with the people there, talking about the old times, gambling in casinos, a lot of drinks and women.

His right arm Palerider, entered Adam's office and deposited an urn on top of the office table, the object seemed to be made to order, with details in gold and written with the name of the recipient.

“My friend, this turned out perfect. Paul has again outdone himself in his woodworking. I loved the notches on the side as well as the spelling he chose. I've been talking to the people and told them that we're going to be away for a few days in order to visit Las Vegas.” Adam spoke as he opened the urn and inserted a watch from one of the best watch shops in town.

After a few days they arrived in Las Vegas where they met with the Paradise people. After a delicious dinner with lots of wine and good whiskey, they delivered the gift and went to enjoy the night that promised to be unforgettable.