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30 Men. Newly Hired. Newly Unemployed. Started by: Pintsize_Winslow on Oct 16, '08 01:03
The sky is dark, no moon to be seen. A cold wind blows through the streets. A park has been turned into a camp for those seeking employment. Most have ventured far from home in a desperate attempt make enough money to support their families. Others are young boys looking for a quick buck. A black Ford pulls up to the curb and a gentleman steps out and scans the crowd.


I need thirty men. Strong men. Men willing to give their lives if necessary to protect me. I will pay you well and in the event of your death your families will have no financial worries for a very long time. This is a high risk job though.. Chances of survival are slim.


He pulls his coat tightly around himself trying to block the cold. The men gathered start discussing the offer amongst each other and begin to step forward. A truck pulls up and they start to file into the back. Handing over their identification and filling out their next of kin's information on a clipboard handed to them.


A young boy runs up to the man and asks if he can go along. The man shocked at the questions shakes his head and explains that it is no task for one so young.


The man steps to the back of the truck, a young man leans out and calls him over.


Sir, if I'm gonna be givin' my life for ya can I at least know your name and what you are doing?


The man looks at him and nods.


My name is Pintsize Winslow and I have been sent on a mission by the Gods of this world.


The truck pulls off and turns the corner as the man walks back to his car.


Loud gunshots are heard through the park as a car races by, gangsters hanging out the windows guns in hand... Pintsize Winslow lays on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His newly hired bodyguards around the corner, free targets for all of his enemies.
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Premier was in the casino in vegas hitting the slots when it all went down


Shame life cut short.
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Rest in peace, Don Pintsize.


It's a shame you died extremely rich.
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Steps over the body.. attempting to remove the wallet from the fallen Don


Damn.. it must have been all in his bank, I hope he had a wife so all of this cash is not wasted..
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Whatever Striphe said....

Gets on his scooter and rides off into the sunset
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Excellent, the hit I ordered was carried out as planned.....
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I was captivated by your eyes, your posture, every little thing about you.


Such a shame it was not meant to be. Rest in peace, you sexy stranger from above.
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Pintsize_Winslow was the Don of the future.I am saddened by this recent tragedy.He had big visions for this world.


May his soul rest in peace and may he join the greats in the mafioso heavens.
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