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| Oh! Glorious Morning! | Started by: FlyingPig on Sep 04, '08 08:18 |
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Flying Pig steps out on to the steps in front of his Philadelphia apartment, admires the sunrise, and stretches his arms. Immediately, women up and down the block peer out their windows to admire the man, and a few of the young, attractive ones step outside and gather around to gaze upon his rugged exterior, hoping to be the next to be impregnated. Oh! Glorious morning! For too long has the dark shadow of Alessia's existence been the scourge of mankind. That dark cloud has dissipated this morning, and finally the sun can shine through. Flowers can bloom again, birds can sing, trees can grow strong and their leaves can rustle in the wind, children can play out in the streets again without fear - fear of the vile tyranny that once plagued Chicago and every other city that the evil woman's wicked arms could reach. Power is a mind-altering substance, and a particularly dangerous one. Too often it is given away easily. Be warned, my fellow mafiosi! It should not be passed around so lightly! Would you hand a loaded gun to a toddler? Would you allow a blind man to fly a passenger airplane? Would you allow someone with the last name "Bush" to run your country and be in charge of its military? OF COURSE YOU WOULD NOT! And why not? Because it is irresponsible and foolish to allow such great power in the hands of an incompetent! Handing over the keys to a city, allowing a mob boss to run its operations, is no different. It is giving them the power to do great or terrible things, depending on their capabilities. Alessia was a fantastic jailbreaker, that cannot be denied, but it was only a matter of time until the intoxicating effect of her power began to delude her mind. It took hold of her, twisting her thoughts, until she became so psychotic that she actually believed The Java Cartel could be destroyed by mere mortals. Our coffee in Philadelphia is special. It is brewed with the au jus from cheesesteaks and the testosterone from John Kruk's sweat. It gives us great strength and power. Witness! Flying Pig rips off his shirt, shredding it from his manly chest. There are muscles on top of muscles across his arms and freshly waxed chest. Immediately, one of the gathered women faints But it is a new day, my friends. A day where you no longer need to worry about being thrown in jail by a Don, just to satisfy her sick desires. A day where you can place trust that the current leadership will not hand over power of a city to someone who cannot be trusted. A new day, my friends! A day a bliss, a day of rapture, and a day of beautiful sunrises and sunsets! FlyingPig smiles to the crowd and motions for two of the women to follow him back in to his apartment |
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| The fresh air smells so much better:) | |
| Reply by: Blake at Sep 04, '08 08:42 | |
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It was a beautiful day, lit by rays of sun brighter than ever and accompanied by a cooling breeze. No more did the groggy influence of evil loom suspiciously in the shadows. The city even smelled better. Whether that can be credited to DrFeelgoods demise or as the fresh scent of freedom, we cannot be sure. What a wonderful day this is. Just then, a songbird perched on Parker's shoulder, allowing a beautiful tone to ring from its mouth. Yes, gentle songbird, sing the sound of victory! I am overjoyed that new leaders will be given the opportunities that Alessia, StonedSilent and Czar gave up when they initiated the bloodshed and I hope to see a lot of good come from what has been a tragic war. |
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| Reply by: Parker at Sep 04, '08 08:50 | |
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Well, the war ended. The streets is safe once more. Thanks to Iris, Daera, Marieta and Branston. No more drug attics people insulting each other and drug dealers going around not sponsor doing drug bussiness. Now we are sure that the world would be better. I hope it wil. Thank you Iris, Daera, Marieta and Branston for making the place safer for everyone. My Respects to the four Families. Have a nice Day, Evening and Night. |
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| Reply by: Notorious_OutlawZ at Sep 04, '08 09:00 | |
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| You really are quite poetic... for a pig. | |
| Reply by: OhCrap at Sep 04, '08 09:03 | |
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Id often wondered what a waxed pig might look like. Thanks for clearing that up! Oh, and for making the world a better place to live in, day in day out. And for holding my hand when I getz skerred. Piggeh be praised :) |
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| Reply by: Bi-Polar_Bear at Sep 04, '08 11:26 | |
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chuckles at what bi polar bears speach. Oh hail Pig. Can we call it babe or gordy? |
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| Reply by: RichyKuklinski at Sep 04, '08 11:34 | |
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| You can call him God. Anything less is just a lack of respect. Did you not see those muscles when he tore his shirt. Ive been drinking Java for weeks and have still not perfected my body like that. | |
| Reply by: Adam_Wall at Sep 04, '08 11:35 | |
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| Sits at watches the men and women talk ask he sips at his flask | |
| Reply by: Drone at Sep 04, '08 12:11 | |
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| I think a splash of Lenny Dykstra's chew juice would liven the Philly coffee up nicely. | |
| Reply by: Willie_Phatballz at Sep 04, '08 12:21 | |
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Flying Pig rips off his shirt, shredding it from his manly chest Should that not be PIGGLY chest? I know you have poetic license, but we need to not mix our metaphors, they tend to not get along! |
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| Reply by: Sulla at Sep 04, '08 13:05 | |
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| Having had many a swoon-fit during the man's speech, the blond woman smiles and begins to follow the Pig home. Suddenly realizing what she was doing she stops in her tracks, widening her eyes in horror. Turning bright red Marietta slaps herself around a bit before turning on her heel. Heading back to her business she mutters to herself, "What are you doing, fool? He's not that good looking..." | |
| Reply by: Marietta at Sep 04, '08 15:31 | |
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She notices a throng of women following her trusty right hand man home, his grin giving the sun a run for its money in brightness. She rolls her eyes and steps in between them and him. Glaring at the two bimbos under his arms they move away. Sir Piggeh, what do you think you are doing giving away our Java secrets! You know that we keep the effects of our wonderful brew private. I should slap you around right now but I fear your fans would attempt to save you. Look at Marietta, she's slapping herself over you. I told you to keep your shirt on! God, how is she supposed to concentrate now? Worry not, the effect is not the same for women. She rips off her shirt to show off her chest, glistening hair peeking through her bra and absorbing the sweat from her cleavage See! I got my lady humps!! |
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| Reply by: Iris at Sep 04, '08 15:46 | |
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| *Can't wait until FP realises I'm one of said women in drag* | |
| Reply by: Oompa_Loompa at Sep 04, '08 15:55 | |
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| I'm not too bothered by that. AlexisVonWaffle claims to be a man, as well, but we all know that Alexis is a woman's name. Anyhow, I will find out the truth sooner or later when the pregnancy tests come back positive. The only thing that might be a problem is finding out paternity. She's a loose one, from what I hear. | |
| Reply by: FlyingPig at Sep 05, '08 03:03 | |
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| You will get yours FlyingPig...and by that I mean herpes. Help spread the "love" | |
| Reply by: AlexisVonWaffle at Sep 05, '08 05:11 | |
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| What comes around, goes around I always say. | |
| Reply by: Q-Bert at Sep 05, '08 09:54 | |
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| It also stays around ;) | |
| Reply by: Demon-of-the-Fall at Sep 05, '08 10:52 | |
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Leo hits the floor covering his eyes COVER UP IRIS, IM NOT ALLOWED TO SEE SUCH HORRORS!! |
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| Reply by: -Leo- at Sep 05, '08 12:27 | |
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Vienna, during her usual daily jaunt to Philadelphia, finds herself magnetically drawn to the curious corner, unable to stop the raging estrogenical drive to follow the scent of narcissism and pure, unadulterated (but highly caffeinated) bovine pheromones. Oh, its just you Piggeh. And even though I only caught the curly tailed end to your undoubtedly majestic speech, it does seem a bit brighter today. We can only hope that with the unity showed by our current leadership that paranoia and unneeded havoc will not grace our streets for a while. The crewleader clickmonkeying age is dying out, being replaced by more active leadership, more inspiring leadership... new leadership. And exciting time indeed. Though I do hope I will get to see more of Iris in her fuzzy monkey suit down at the children's hospital. That type of clickmonkeying really does bring a tear to this old gal's eye. |
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| Reply by: Vienna at Sep 05, '08 12:36 | |
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