Its a sunny, windy wednesday. Birds are singing, children are playing. SpaceCowboy decides to take a visit into the streets. He gathers his bodygaurds, hands them a list of needed items for this special occasion. With a nod they leave in a haste to obtain whats needed for todays event. SpaceCowboy saddles up his horse and starts his journey. After several hours Space finds himself in the heart of the streets, now waiting for the arrival of his bodygaurds. After a half hour he is greeted by the men he sent, paper and plastic bags in hand. One is carrying a large table over his head. SpaceCowboy waves the man with the table over, asks for the table to be set up. Space then walks over to the other men, looks in the bags, pulls out a bottle of whiskey and grins. SpaceCowboy finds himself a soap box, stands on it trying to get everyones attention. He clears his throat and opens the bottle taking a sip from it.

Ladys and Gents! I'm sure all of us are aware by now the tragic war that occurred a few days ago. With so much fighting, killing and deaths it is nice to take a break from the chaos and enjoy yourself. I would like to shed some light back into these streets bringing alcohol, drugs and some of the finest cigars Los Angeles has to offer. Let us celebrate a new life and future ahead of us.

Some might have heard the saying "One for my hommie". This was the idea to fuel me out here infront of you all, celebrate the deaths of loved ones, friends, family. For they would not want sadness or anger built up. Pay your respects and say your last farewells. I would love to hear stories of the fallen or see bloodlines of the deceased come out here and have a drink.

Many of us have lost someone special or close to them. Well lets fucking show them how much!

SpaceCowboy looks at his bottle and starts to chug without taking any pauses. He stops and notices the bottle is half full now, pours the remains onto the ground. "This one is for you Xiphos, Clarity, Jordan and Trunks. You guys were a breathe of fresh air and will be missed greatly". Space summons one of his gaurds to bring over another bottle.

To my friends, Leviathan you were one of the laziest bums I have ever ran across but you have always been there for me in the time of need. SpaceCowboy pours liquor on the ground.

Mister IkeTurner, there was never a boring day hanging out with you. You didn't give two shits what someone thought or said, you only ever asked for "Tits of GTFO" Pours more onto the ground.

Miss TinaTurner I will be missing your random mails and singing. We were a great team in giving your man a hard time. Takes a sip from the bottle and lets some spill out from the bottle onto the ground.

MeyerLansky, I will miss your cooking. Never have I had such damn good kosher in my life!

He smiles and finds himself a seat. Searches his pockets and finds a pack of cigarettes, a lighter. Lights it up taking a few enhales before exhaling. He sits patiently waiting to hear from others.

From across the street, Obstacle raises his own bottle and nods respectfully.

This one's for New Orleans and Philly. Though I didn't have the honor of working for either, my predecessor did for both. May they rest in peace.

He pours out a bit and stumbles along on his way.

Senka smiles weakly as she thinks of the fond memories of those that had fallen that she loved dearly.

First of all I would like to mention Technical, because without him I wouldn't be anywhere. There are very few people I could group him with he was an amazing leader in Detroit. Words can't describe him properly though. Someone who put their faith in me and allowed me to work so closely with him to build up Detroit.

My amazing hands Dante_Balboni and Number_Three They were amazing help and very close friends of mine that I will never forget.

Senka sighs as she pous some of the liquor she brought onto the ground. Knowing that if she went through every single friend she lost she could be here for awhile.

All my family and fellow city members that fell. She pours more on the ground.

All my friends from the other cities. I've had so many good memories of all my dear friends. This one's for you all. Pouring the last bits on the ground as she caps the bottle.

Rick_James stumbles upon SpaceCowboy and listens in.

My grandfather loved you in an almost homosexual manner sir and my father was quite the same. I must admit, they both spoke highly of you and also said completely horrible things about you that I don't even want to remember or imagine because the mental images alone are enough to permanently scar an innocent individual. Nonetheless, I'm glad our bloodlines are now intertwined mate.

Rick_James withdraws a joint, lights it, takes a few puffs, and passes it to SpaceCowboy before walking away.

On The Corner Of The Street AK47 Stands With A Bottle Of Jack Daniels. He Sips A Little Bit Then Says “ I Will Miss All The People Who Have Passed On To A Better Life. I Hope I Can Meet Up With My Old Friends One Of These Days”… He Drinks The Rest Of The Bottle Of Jack Daniels And Stumbles Back Into His Own Ally And Passes Out…

"I remember Viagra. He was possibly the sexiest man to ever grace our lands. So sexy that he had a medical problem regarding it. According to his physician he was 'so sexy it hurts', whatever that means. This world is definitely a worse place without him and the streets feel bare without his presence (six comments to be precise). The world has lost a great mute."

RIP to the fallen

(CWB lights a cigar and smokes it and pass it around to everone in the circle

Clay raises his bottle of JD and nods at Space Cowboy and then smiles at the rest of those who have gathered. Everyone lost someone dear to them, and Clay was glad that the war was over. He can't help but remember his friends who have died, all for the glory of what we call this thing of ours.

"Hamster and DLS, we will surely miss you both. To the fallen, may you find peace."

pours a generous amount on the ground.

This one goes to N.O. You fought to the last man...or lady for that matter.I know any leader would like to have such dedicated members as those in N.O. in their crew.May your courage and coolness during the war be remembered till eternity.In closing...Rest well to all the fallen.

Victor then pours a JhonnyWalker on the ground.

RIP to the fallen

Nevertheless who won that war, its actually a good and epic fight from bystander point of view. Both team lost a great leader in the process, its massive blow for each group and both team deserve massive respect for what they've done. We'll always missed the fallen, hopefully someone will step on their shoes and continue the rebuilding the great city.

Muloque walked away from the crowd with tears

McQuestion smiles as he listens to SpaceCowboy's speech.

I think my father TheLeviathan would disagree with you about being a lazy bum.....if he would get off the couch once and a while to do so. But he is in the ground no so GRHS.

I'd just like to thank you for making my fathers name one that you would want to remember as our family line has had each others back for such a long time.

Some names I'd always like to remember as I help Detroit would be those who made it possible for Detroit to be where it is right now and where it was. Technical, Jessie_Pinkman, LargeHamster and just everybody who passed in the war. No matter how low in the ranks, anything they did or attributed with hard work was appreciated.

I hope that Detroit will always remember its great leader Technical though. He was making Detroit a great place and I know that with the pieces we have left of the family  we will be able to rebuild and make Detroit great once again.

As he walked down an ally he found a wallet, opening it to find a letter and some lint.. the letter was addressed to a man who Striphe had heard of before but he knew he was likely dead now

A lot of good people died on both sides and now is the time to pay our respects. While the opinion of why and how and who will never be able to be agreed upon by all, the fact that we all lost a little and in our business that is the result and reason we strive for what we do.. so while we are sad, we must at the same time be happy and praise the death of our soldiers for them died doing what they trained to do.

Pulling out a bottle of liquor from his pocket he twists off the top, flicking the top across the street as he pours out some liquor for the fallen