So, before we start, let's get one thing straight; Joining an organised crime operation is already a fool's errand.  Signing up under the reign of a cold blooded murderer though?  That's an extra fucking special kind of stupid.

What exactly is the appeal I ask?  Do you see prestige in working for a bona fide psychopath?  Do you get a thrill from constantly watching your back, not knowing whether your next steps will take you into the endless oblivion?  Not knowing whether that guy who shakes your hand today might be the same guy that puts a bullet in your brain tomorrow?  I wouldn't find this appealing in the slightest, and, furthermore, I posit that only a special kind of moron would sign up for this kind of suicide mission.

I mean, why in the name of God would I willingly chain myself to Shiki-'s little crime circus?  I would have to be an extra special kind of brain dead, window licking, fool to wake up every day and say to myself, "You know what sounds like a really fucking kosher idea?  Pledging my life to a murderous lunatic who sees people as nothing more than disposable".

If you guys at the back have not caught onto what I am trying to say here, let me spell it out for you:

Signing your soul away to a remorseless killer isn't power, it's a delayed execution.  You sure as shit won't be "climbing the ranks", you'll simply be queueing patiently until it is your turn in the Chicago meat grinder.  

I mean sure, maybe Shiki- smiles at you today, he might even pat you on the back and call you "family".  But tomorrow?  That same hand will be the same one stuffing your corpse into a barrel of acid because you breathed the wrong way at the dinner table.

What's the grand prize for me I hear you ask?  

A whole lot of risk, a few dirty dollars and the dubious privilege of being a psychopathic murderers errand boy?  Please, you won't find any loyalty here, no sense of brotherhood, just a bunch of morons who have convinced themselves that they are untouchable while their so called friends plot their demise over cigars and bourbon.

You think you will ever be able to truly relax, safe in the knowledge that the guy "in charge" has the emotional stability of a rabid cat?  Every interaction is going to be like playing a few rounds of casual after dinner Russian roulette.  Did I say the wrong thing?  Did I look at him the wrong way?  Did I not represent the crews interests to the letter?  God forbid, did I have a sense of humour with my fellow street dwellers?

You won't be a partner, you won't even be a person in Chicago.  You're merely a tool.  And we all know what happens to tools once they become dulled right?  That's right, they get tossed.

So before you sign up to the murderer, Shiki-'s, little operation, consider this:

Do you want to grovel at the feet of some unhinged BUTCHER in the vain hope he decides you are useful enough to keep alive?

Do you want to bend the knee to a sociopathic overlord with a God complex and a kill count that would make a seasoned war criminal blush?

Do you want to trade your freedom for the illusion of security, working for a cold blooded murderer, in an organisation built on paranoia, misplaced trust and corpses?

My answer to all three would be no; If I wanted to live every day in terror, I’d become a kindergarten teacher, it pays better and comes with health insurance.  The only people stupid enough to follow a cold-blooded murderer like Shiki- are the ones too stupid to realise they’ve already signed their own death warrant.

"Huh! I thought I was the psychopath around here.  Imagine my surprise". Could it be all in my head? He woefully questioned himself.

 Hans walked on; a side-eye glance aimed the crying vagrant. "Keep working it buddy, one day you too could be a full-fledged NutJob"!

BREAKING NEWS:

Do not say you have not been warned.  #stoptheslayingshiki-. 

Zippy cannot help but to wonder why this public health warning is just now being announced. Everyone knows there has been a serious health issue on these shores. 

You think you will ever be able to truly relax, safe in the knowledge that the guy "in charge" has the emotional stability of a rabid cat?

What umbrella would the rest of the senseless slaughtering fall under? I'd say we have many rabid cats amongst us.