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| A brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon | Started by: Cole on Sep 01, '08 21:08 |
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Well, let me start off with saying this was the story of my great grandfather, a few of his very good friends, and the night they made history. My family line has always in one way or another been involved in some sort of crime, my ancestors have met a lot of very good friends. My family line had long sensed calmed down, taking many breaks from the life of crime, only to return every now and then. This story starts with a member of my family line named Premeir. Premeir was a made man in the crew of Deviant. One day a rogue by the name of Spartan was taking shots at all of the leaders of that time. Premeir was soon accused of helping the rogue, premier took this as the deepest insult that could have been given, after all Premeir did for the deviant family and his allies, he was now being accused of assisting in the demise of the family. Gregz0r came to premier and said he would "tell the others I took your gun" letting them know I wasn't helping the rogue, this wasn't good enough, Prem was disrespected and soon bought out and took a shot at numbers4glory, his gun was a bit rusty and he missed. Things turned hectic soon after, when he shot 3 leaders, Prem lost a lot of friends that night, but gained a new goal. To take out the family lines that disrespected him, Prem was later gunned down that night, but left in his diary that his offspring should carry on the planning of taking out the CP. Premeir's son Jonnie_Reese stumbled along this diary one day, and saw many names in it to contact. He consulted with friends of his father, Larissa who was daughter of the Tiggy family line and Nightmare who was son of the birday family line, who gave moral support and ideas for plans. When I first met birday's son nightmare, I could see the hate in his eyes toward CP, he told me the horror stories of the things they did to his family line, killing them while sleeping for no reason besides to be cruel. He told me the horrid story of his father who just got made and was gunned down by the CP, he said they showed up at the funeral and vowed to him to find who did it, he later found out it was them all along and vowed to get rid of them no matter what, he was a good ally to have and a better friend. He consoled me during long nights of paranoia. Birday's son Night mare knew friends in the underground that went by the name of Sons Of liberty. They welcomed jonnie into their inner circle, and begin the planning of taking down the cp. Sons of liberty soon moved out of the coffee shop and into the streets which would later be known as Project Mayhem. Talking to Larissa quite often in coffee shops and through mail, Jonnie learned just how her family line was affected by the rule of CP, her family had been hunted and gunned down for generations, souly because of who she was, there were no fresh starts for her, she had a such a passion for what she lived for, it often made Jonnie burn inside when she would talk about the suffering and torture that her family line had to endure over the years. Jonnie knew deep down this wasn't even about him anymore, it wasn't about revenge, it wasn't about a vendetta, and it was about what his father had loved so much. His dad was a bad person, but he had a few friends and those friends meant the world to home, reading through his diary he realized he never showed his feelings much, even towards the tiggy family line, but he cared a lot about them and their happiness. This war wasn't about him anymore; it turned into being about them. He also found the name Apathy in this diary; it was well known Apathy ran with the CP crew now. He didn't know if he could trust this guy, had Premeir gone crazy in his old age, and mistakenly considered Apathy a friend? Jonnie decided to risk it and contacted Apathy while he was alone in the coffee shop. At first he took it with a grain of salt, yeah this kid's father was great but good enough to take down the CP regime? Doubtful. All jonnie ever did was talk about the plan, how it would work he just needed Apathy's help. Apathy latter agreed to be fully involved and started assisting with money, ideas and motivation. He learned more about Apathy and found out he hadn't been happy in quite some time, Jonnie and Apathy's fathers were very close. I read in Premeirs diary that the day they met, he threaten to stab Apathy's father to death with a brick, and soon after they became close friends. Apathy had lost his leg in a traffic accident; he always spoke about how his "CP friends" seemed to care more about what he could do for them, instead of doing for him. Jonnie wanted to make Apathy feel the rush of happiness again, feel the adrelin when he pulled the trigger again. Yet again it wasn't about him anymore, but about them Jonnie knew this would be near impossible and recruited another one of his fathers friend by the name of AliBaba, AliBaba, was very helpful with giving CP false names, and giving jonnie information about hitters, crew structure and times of people being online. AliBaba was apart of the Secret Agent Family line, The Premeir and Secret Agent family line had been in many fights with and against each other, if anything he knew he could trust him to help fight till the very end. Jonnie also talked with Animal, a leader at the time, Animal voiced his want to help but knew it would be hard with Numbers alive, animal made a deal with jonnie, and he too was recruited for the take down. Jonnie also recruited Billy bath tub and Ralph into his plan, Billy and premier soon became very good friends, he learned Billy and his father Premeir ran together many of times in the old days, he never knew how close they were until reading further into Premeirs diary. He spoke of a time, Billy was attacked by a mother and daughter team, trying to take Billy's life, He told premier "I was attacked by will_c and his friend both were wise guys, they were ordered to do it by Red Scorpion, I shot and killed the duel wise guys, and then your father Premeir found Red Scorp and her daughter at a coffee shop awaiting the news of what happen, your dad was so crazy shot her daughter right in front of her, the proceeded to break red scorpions neck, he was a hard mother fucker, but god he was loyal and I loved him like a brother." He also spoke that he was disgusted in what CP was doing to the life of crime, how they wouldn't let anyone prosper but themselves. He spoke of the great things he had seen Jonnie's family line do before him. Killing entire family's without regards. Jonnie knew if he wanted this to work he would have to embrace what his father was, a killer, and nothing more nothing less. He would have to be ruthless. It was well worth it. The day before the attack was supposed to take place; Jonnie was in the coffee shop sitting with one of his friends, trying to relax before the big day. This was part of their conversation **********: Why you doin' this, Jonnie? Jonnie: Because Apathy, Larissa, birday and Billy are my friends. *********: Friends? Hell, I got lots of friends. Jonnie: ...I don't. This was taking from jonnies diary, the day before the attack: I finished drinking my coffee and went to my hotel to sleep, my room was littered with police issue vests, and guns and ammo everywhere. Would it be enough I wondered. I tried to block out the thoughts to get sleep. I dozed off and had a dream. I recall telling nightmare about the dream "Last night, I was sleeping, and in a dream I was walking next to the reaper of death. He told me I haven't seen you in quite some time, his business had slowed down. He thought I was gone, and I told him no just taking a break. I looked down and said why are we walking on water? He said that's what God's do, you are still part of Premeir right? I replied let's find out. He told me he would clear his schedule for tonight." It took hours of training, killing, and cleaning his weapons before he even thought he might have the small chance to kill even one of the CP members. After hours of talks and plans, Apathy and Jonnie decided, June 7th, 0100, a Friday would be the day they would start the strike against CP. Don Numbers4Glory was by far the strongest, and Apathy had a personal vendetta against Angelic Death. They would be the first two to die. Jonnie always told Apathy, if I can't kill Numbers and I am stopped, just drop the gun and walk away don't try to kill Angelic, it's not worth you dying, im starting this fight, but if I do kill him, its on. It was now time. Apathy was at a pay phone across the street from Angelica's flat, waiting on the phone call from jonnie if he succeeded. No phone call meant jonnie failed and to drop everything and walk away like nothing happen. Jonnie took a deep breath as he stepped out of the cab with his bag. Paid the driver and started to walk towards the back of Number's house. Jonnie found a window slightly open, and quietly opened it and climbed it. He stood up slowly letting his eyes adjust to the dark and drew the 1911 .45 from the holster and took the safety off. He made his way through the house clearing each room. He had 3 extra magazines, and a shotgun slung across his back incase shit the the fan, but if numbers or one of his bodyguards got the first shot it wouldn't matter. He came to the master bedroom, where he was sure numbers had to be. He slowly walked in and saw numbers asleep on his bed, Jonnie walked next to him and lightly laid a note on his chest then aimed at Numbers temple and pulled the trigger twice quickly, blood splattered on the wall, he died painlessly unlike many of his victims. (Jun 07, '08 01:07 You WACKED! Numbers4Glory. ) He called Apathy from numbers house and said Unleash Hell. The newspaper later printed what Numbers note said: "http://www.putfile.com/pic/6858907 Be Carefull fake your treading on my dreams Narrator: [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. Hi im here to answer your Ad in the paper WANTED: Enemy with some actual ability on MafiaReturns. Whilst having consistent failures (William "Tank" Bathtub) and consistent never beens (Jerusalem) badmouth me in #divinelunacy is super, it doesn't really pose much of a challenge. Am i hired? A brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon When they ask, Hey prem why do you never miss? I say its cause i shoot at them with a tank. Give me liberty or give me death. WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE SALUTE YOU Premeir: I'm your huckle berry, thats just my game O! say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that PREMEIR was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. When I get home people will ask me, "Hey Prem, why do you do it man? Why? You some war junkie?" You know what I'll say? I won't say a god damn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you, and that's it. That's all it is Wyatt Prem: All right, FakeMan... you called down the thunder, well now you've got it! You see that? [pulls open his coat, revealing a badge] Wyatt Prem: It says United States Marshal! Ike Fakeman: [terrified, pleading] Wyatt, please, I... Wyatt Prem : [referring to Stilwell, laying dead] Take a good look at him, Ike... 'cause that's how you're gonna end up! [shoves Ike down roughly with his boot] Wyatt Prem: The CP are finished, you understand? I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it! [lets Ike up to run for his life] Wyatt Prem: So run, you cur... RUN! Tell all the other curs the law's comin'! [shouts] Wyatt Prem: You tell 'em I'M coming... and hell's coming with me, you hear?... [louder] Wyatt Prem: Hell's coming with me! Fake Ringo: My fight's not with you, Holliday. Prem Holliday: I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play for Blood," remember? Fake Ringo: Oh that. I was just foolin' about. Prem Holliday: I wasn't. TallienCP: What makes a man like Premeir, Fake? What makes him do the things he does? FakeManCP: A man like Prem has got a great big hole, right in the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it. TallienCP: What does he need? FakeManCP: Revenge. TallienCP: For what? FakeManCP: Bein' born. Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Why you doin' this, Prem? Prem Holliday: Because Deano and billy are my friends. Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends. Prem Holliday: ...I don't. Premeir Wallace: Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do this and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today. Premeir Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM! Premimus: [after swiftly dispatching another CP] Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained? Is this not why you are here? Crowd: Premeir, Premeir, Premeir... Premimus: Five thousand of my men are out there in the freezing mud. Three thousand of them are bloodied and cleaved. Two thousand will never leave this place. I will not believe they fought and died for nothing. fakemanCP Banjo: Please, mister. This is insane. Prem Driftwood: Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin' Mark Twain shit. 'Cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone. Parker: We don't want your forgiveness. We won't make excuses. We're not gonna blame you, even if you are an accessory... But we will not except your natural order. We didn't come for absolution, we didn't ask to be redeemed. But isn't how it is, every goddamn time... Your prayers are always answered, in the order they're received... Prem Krueger: [narrating] My CP chrildren....from the very beginning, it was the CP chrildren who gave me my power. The Springwood Slasher, that's what they called me. My reign of terror was legendary. Dozens of CP children would fall by my blades. Then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands. When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me, I became something much, much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of. The CP children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams, and that's when the fun REALLY began. Until they figured out a way to forget about me. To erase me completely. Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten, now that's a BITCH. I can't come back if nobody remembers me. I can't come back if nobody's afraid. I had to search the bowels of Hell, but I found someone, someone who'll make 'em remember. He may get the blood, but I'll get the glory, and that fear is my ticket home. BTW me and deano are best friends, he played you from the get go. I love deano :) Premeir GO ROGUE Rinaldi no Premeir why not :'( Premeir you know i cry Rinaldi look ill make you a deal Rinaldi you kill N4G and ill take care of the rest Premeir Swear? Rinaldi promise Premeir Im dead serious Rinaldi im not joking.. Premeir ok Premeir good Premeir will see WE HAVE ZEE LOGS, lolz lolz" Jonnie, walked out of numbers front door, and got into numbers car and drove across town to his next targets house. CommodumPerfectus, one of CPs next biggest members, and also a don. On the way to CommodumPerfectus's house Jonnie found out some others he had not spoken to started to help, a man named ChrisPaul gunned down Sherminator, the CP's best hitter. When jonnie arrived at CommodumPerfectus's house, he knocked on the front door, a voice said who is it, jonnie recognized It as CommodumPerfectus and fired 7 shots through the door, then holstered his pistol and shouldered the shotgun, kicking open the door he saw CommodumPerfectus crawling to the kitchen he was hit 4 times from the gun fire through the door, Jonnie walked behind him and shot him once in the head with the shotgun. (Jun 07, '08 02:07 You WACKED! CommodumPerfectus. ) Two don's dead now, by jonnies hand. It would be a long night for him, and even longer for CP. In jonnie's diary it's hard to tell what else happen through the night, He only wrote "So many people dead, so many of my friends gone, again. I just know it had to be worth it" That was the last entry for 3 days. The paper recorded 181 people dying in the weekend, of June 7th, the day the earth shook. Jonnie had lost his close friends, apathy and Larissia during the fight, but they did not die in vein. Larissia daughter now leads one of the most successful family's alive now, Her daughter Iris has matured into a beautiful woman. I don't know if she knows the story of how brave her mother was but her mom looked death in the face and smiled. The world is free from dictatorship now, and Deano and Premeirs kids can only wonder, was it because of them? Everyone always said they were heros, legends, they never thought so. They did what they did best, kill and fight, the greatest victory any of them ever achieved was to die on a battlefield, some say it was an honor to live by their side, I say no it was an honor to die next to yours. Solid Snake: There are no heroes in war. The only heroes I know are either dead or in prison. One or the other. Meryl Silverburgh: But Snake, you're a hero, aren't you? Solid Snake: I'm just a man who's good at what he does: Killing. |
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*Barbarossa stand up on top of a soapbox and screams at the top of his voice PREMFACE IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD AT KILLIN. ALL YOUR SOULS ARE BELONG TO HIM! |
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| Reply by: Barbarossa at Sep 01, '08 21:28 | |
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. My grandfather going through all that really did turn me into the man I am today. It was my greatest pleasure to be a part of project mayhem and to everyone involved regardless of what happens in the future I will always consider your bloodlines my closet ally, my best of friends. Least we forget that June morning at 1:07 am that the world shook and freedom was unleashed upon us. |
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| Reply by: DrFeelgood at Sep 01, '08 21:39 | |
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| Well... This certainly brings back memories. My bloodline has also told me stories of that fateful day, June 7. And this nice organization of facts has definitely helped my understanding of how and why it happened. Thank you Cole. | |
| Reply by: Shade at Sep 01, '08 23:15 | |
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Delilah listened to the story. Her eyes grew in size at the exciting parts just like a small child's would. She had heard the story many other times, but never really grew sick of hearing it. It always brought back good memories. When the story was done, well there was always more to tell. Maybe Cole would tell the rest some day. Just because everything wasn't written down in the journals doesn't mean his bloodline didn't pass it down verbally. Delilah stuck around for a bit and listened to the other comments, but really couldn't come up with anything special to say. She could tell him thanks for sharing the story, but that almost down played it. She rolled some ideas around in her head where she could contribute something, but officially came up with nothing. Delilah smiled and continued on with her day. |
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| Reply by: Delilah at Sep 02, '08 03:31 | |
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| Fucking lol. Of course you left out the most important detail of that story, but I won't even bother mentioning it. Those of us with brains already know what it is. | |
| Reply by: Tallien at Sep 02, '08 05:34 | |
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Backstabbing and betrayal of the worst kind. I think I am personally going to kill the next person who celebrates this act as something great. Have a nice day. |
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| Reply by: Kangaroo at Sep 02, '08 05:48 | |
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The Marsupial is pissed now!! I feel his pain, myself and Kangaroo's fathers both died as Consigliere's during this conflict, though as you can see, these were not even the tip of the iceberg. My only real grievance was the fact that when my father was killed, Jonnie didn't leave him a note! Premier: Hate him or love him, he's fucking good at what he does! |
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| Reply by: Forsaken_Angel at Sep 02, '08 06:08 | |
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If anyone is too look up on actions such as this, those who think, wow I want to do the same! The world was in the midst of changes, had this not been the case, then events of June 7th would have been, Wow look a rogue to Wow, there goes the rogue. Anyone who has been around these parts for some time know that a Made Man that "supposedly" trained his weapon on 100's of Body Guards because people loved him "so" much that they would buy them for him instead of funding their Family, would never be capable of such actions. Was my grandfather happy for a Regime change at that time? Possibly. Was he happy it was in this manner? After learning the facts behind the incident, he sure as hell wanted no part of it. To the younger Mafioso of this world, don't take these events as something to look up too. It shouldn't have happened, and it most likely will never happen again. When the God's themselves admit something was wrong with the way things were, then certainly there's a hint large enough for you to grasp and possibly come to realization that those events were just a one time deal and nothing more. Just good timing on his grand pappies part I'd say. Other than that, well written article. |
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| Reply by: StonedSilent at Sep 02, '08 06:16 | |
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Maxie listened to the story and pondered the events described by Cole. She didn't have an ancestor in the mafia back then to tell her about what happened, but she had heard small pieces and rumors about it. She was now glad to hear the whole story. After a few other people talked to the story teller Maxie approached him. Very good story, Cole. Thanks for sharing. |
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| Reply by: Maxie at Sep 02, '08 12:55 | |
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Throughout the history of the world in times of monumental change the situation is often glorified by the story tellers and writers of the histories and as we all know history is seen through the eyes of the victor. This particular incident is no different. My ancestry bore witness to the events recounted here today and supported the downfall of the oppressive regime that drained our shores of life. whether or not the events were as glorious as our noble hero's decedents here claim should be irrelevant as the changes that began on that day took root and blossomed into the world that we know and love today and that this world would not have been possible without them. To your tale and to the events of which it recounts I salute. |
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| Reply by: Strabo at Sep 02, '08 13:50 | |
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| Incredible story, but is it really over? Does it end there? This family line still has enemies. I'm looking forward to the next chapter >:D | |
| Reply by: NoDice at Sep 02, '08 16:01 | |
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Philosophical_Psycho steps forward and speaks to Cole After my father saved your ancestors ass TWICE during that war, all he gets is a one line honorable mention? Phil P. starts to laugh I have read the journal left to me by my father. He couldn't have asked for a better man to stand beside in battle. There is a verse at the bottom of my father's journal the day after the battle and i would like to read a few excerpts. "On the 7th of June, The angels were crying As they carried my brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left standing that day." "But the battle still plays in my head. I limp when I walk, But I'm strong when I talk About the shrapnel they left in my leg." |
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| Reply by: Philosophical_Psycho at Sep 02, '08 23:51 | |
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Listens to Cole and chuckles...... I have no idea how close to the truth your tale is but it was certainly entertaining my old friend. I have heard mutterings of libel action being taken though; you had best keep your eyes open for potential assailants. Winks and smiles wryly at the young man... |
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| Reply by: Cab_Tufting at Sep 03, '08 13:52 | |
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