*Dramatized for the Audience*

And in the theatre, there was a thick smell of cigarette smoke and the smoke wafted by the light of the projector… On the screen, a narrator appears...

It was a cold December morning, and there was much chatter about. Ronnie was busy looking for advice from upper structure. He sent a few mails around to the other uppers, with a lipstick kiss sealing each of their envelopes. For some reason or another, Furio took offense to these mails, and decided to engage Ronnie. Furio then became angrier, and immediately flew to target Ronnie. He was talked down from shooting him on the spot by those close to him, but not so long after that, he asked DeadlySin to kill Ronnie. DeadlySin agreed and shot the three uppers from the crew, not realizing what was going to happen from there.

Then came a Ginger…

The Ginger was enraged. He saw only red. His cheeks were warm with wild passion. He saw his friend bleeding in the gutter from all ends, and he could not contain his rage and tears, dripping down his hefty beard. He quickly flew in to Chicago. I heard by description that Ginger took a baseball bat in hand, and bashed DeadlySin and Omni-Man to death almost in one swoop, with no remorse and a wicked smile on his bloodied face. They fell into that same bloody gutter as did Ronnie. Because blood sadly brings blood. We all asked him what the fuck, but it was already too late.

Mostly unexpectedly and in reaction to Ginger’s bloodlust, BeefStroganoffer then took up the charge and killed many people, firstly Boyardee. Beef was someone that the regime thought was always a rogue. DeadlySin was always very resistant into assessing him, and slowly during the course of the day, it came out that supposedly DeadlySin and Omni-Man had engaged in some conversations over doing a takeover with several parties, not just the one party that the regime had heard about the week before…

Rewind to a week ago.

Joseph-Ligambi and SpikeS and Cadhla were standing outside of a restaurant on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was cold, and their hands were cold, but they needed their hands to process the transcripts they were receiving by pigeon mail. MatteoDenaro had recently told Ligambi that DeadlySin had engaged in some conversations about wanting to do a takeover with Provenzano. In good faith Matteo reported this, but the problem was that he delayed in how he gave over the transcripts, and the one page that he did, was limited to just a small portion. Oddly enough, DeadlySin messaged Spike shortly thereafter and gave him several transcripts, and it was decided that though it was odd that DeadlySin gave things in after the fact, that MatteoDenaro and Provenzano would be killed because of omission of transcripts from the prior few months of Provenzano pushing DeadlySin to rogue. MatteoDenaro was unaware of this, but because of his close relationship with Provenzano, it was decided by various parties that they couldn’t be separated unfortunately. It was them or DeadlySin, and DeadlySin was at least seemingly more transparent. Maybe they were trying to trap each other. Who knows? In retrospect, this was an oopsie, and an innocent and loyal Dalmatian died.

Fast-forward to today.

Ginger’s rage started to subside, and he was able to take a nice shower. Beef was busy killing things, Ginger’s other friends, the great Allie (the record holder), Key Ring Kairi, the Fierce BrassMonkey, and many others. Ginger shot Furio because he had learned he was the instigator of the issues with his best friend Ronnie. Then he was done. He came to the church steps hat in hand, looking for guidance from the lord. His hands were bloody and rain began to fall. He looked up at the stained glass windows and saw a glimmer of sunshine. The sky broke clear, and he asked the lord for forgiveness. The sacrament of penance. The lord doth granted him that forgiveness, and he walked back to his friends and said, “Forgive me, I was a bit off this morning,” and so they did as his penance was paid. It is the Catholic way, and this is the Italian mafia. A true holiday miracle. Praise the baby Jesus. 

Beef was quickly executed, and everyone went off on their way, walking over the corpses by the curbs of all the cities. Sometimes things are hard to explain, but it all works out in the end, I suppose.

So uwu and ara ara. Tee hee. It’s a crazy world, but sometimes people go crazy… Postal even. It’s time to rebuild, but maybe we should all play a game of Monopoly first. I still have energy for it.

SpikeS strolls down the bloody street, and almost slips on someone’s crushed eyeball, but maintains his ground and keeps walking. He bounces the tennis ball looking for the dalmatian to play with. It is stained red. A child and mother drag a Christmas tree up to their building’s door. It’ll be a happy holiday season. Tra la la.   

Credits close.

Black screen.

House lights back on.  

The theatre clears out with crunching popcorn on the floor. 

This was done in the finest traditions of this thing and Ginger has shot his way into the history books.

The only blessing of this speech was it mercifully shorter than the last two Spike vomitted all over the streets.

Well put, beefers.

Anyone who chooses to be a Crewleader in this regime deserves their future purging

Spikeothan of Spiketonia,

I think it's safe to make the statement that this regime, once seemingly a force to be reckoned with, is falling apart at the seams. What BeefStroganoff accomplished at the drop of a dime was an incredible display of gunmanship, but we mustn't ignore the incredible mismanagement of the response and the carnage left before us.

When is the last time our world had zero GFs?

It will only continue to get worse from here (if it isn't already dead in the water as we speak). You can only whack a dog with a newspaper so many times before he stops coming back. You can only cull the herd so many times before the dinner table is empty. Maybe even more damaging: your friends and cohorts are losing confidence in your ability to manage people.

I believe you are, as the kids say: cooked.

I'd like to think I am confused or just plum stupid. I reached out and asked for some clarification. The answer I got is true to form.  However, I now need to ask why is SpikeS breathing to speak on the matter and why are his cohorts living? 

Some of the bloodshed was in fact their guns. I have to ask again, why is the main source of just about every problem around here still standing?   

Thank you SpikeS for the update and everything and anyone should believe it truly is the season for miracles so anything can happen. 

As the snow starts to float towards the ground he took in a deep breath before realizing its actually cocaine being throw off a roof nearby

Big party later out here in Vegas... but a lot of you are not invited due to bad behavior as seen above.

Watches as some of the angry hungry thugs eating popcorn from ground as he walks off to continue setting up his HQ

To add to what Striphe said. It is a Pet friendly party so don't forget to bring them with you. We will take really good care of your pets, and yourselves.

StripheGotti it is refreshing to see a new bloodline take a position as Crewleader as our World rebuilds following another shambolic Spike speech.

It has been an amazing 11 days since your Father and former Godfather died.

I'm sure you are back with some supremely fresh ideas to revive this failing Mafia experience.

I do find it interesting that a Godfather Chairman handled an issue within His Own City, so someone else from Another city, Not a hand, Not a CL, and Not a Gfc there in that city, decides to retaliate and remove said Godfather Chairman ....all because his 'friend' had his feelings wounded in a series of correspondence with another city's Godfather Chairman, then later continue onto the original beef of removing the latter city's GFC.

Good to know any city cannot handle its own issues without being penalized by the puppet masters.

Also it is pretty remarkable how close in succession those first retaliation shots were fired off by the 'same' shooter.

Seems like a lot of the usual saltiness, y’all want answers and y’all got answers. Next time wouldn’t bother.

 I guess it would seem like that to you ruji. Let me guess you could think of nothing else to say and had the dire to be seen or lack balls to speak what is really on your mind. I would not bank on the latter. Apparently, you cannot count either. You lost more than one family member. Unless of course one of them were not considered family.