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A Story at Tea Time | Started by: Satanta on Mar 17, '13 10:08 |
Satanta casually brushed the assorted tea leaves from his jacket sleeve, beginning to wonder if he had gotten more on himself than he had managed to in those blasted teabags. He looked up across the warehouse, seeing a veritable army of workers bagging the leaves from numerous large sacks which lay strewn across the hall.
Legal notices: No cats, penguins or monkeys have been harmed or teabagged in the making of this competition: At least not yet. If I don't get some donations to the prize fund I'm willing to change that and the cat gets it first. If you have experienced any issues, trauma or gag reflexes relating to the subjects raised in this competition, please contact our care team on: Tetley Touched Me, Down Below, 4ND 1 L1K3D 1T, Bella Vista, Philadelphia. The opinions expressed in this competition do not necessarily reflect the views of Tetley, Tetley's Teabaggers or Tetley's cat Marjorie. This competition may contain flashing imagery, will contain flashing body parts and is very likely to contain Flash being annoying. This competition is brought to you by me, my two hands, the letter C and the number 80085. |
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A little bit of book keeping, if you'll allow me.
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Reply by: Satanta at Mar 17, '13 19:29 | |
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In a land far far away there was a crewleader. This crewleader was a complete C. Some of the things he said in the coffee shops were despicable. He was known Schwarzenegger. At this point he was cross dressing and went by the name of DanielaMancini. Now, around this time Anita was the big wig. A wicked with she was. She used to ride around on her brromstick (this may not be true) with her Pig Flying along side her (see what I did there?). Now, she was hated by half of this world. Admittedly loved by the other but I was on the hating side so this comes first.She had authed DanielaMancini into it's own city.
Around this time BG wacking was rife and Schwarz, because he was a massive C as mentioned, was bearing the brunt of it. It wasn't aimed just at him but those around and under him. Now his minions were busy taking black and white photos of the faces on the streets when the shots were fired and comparing them to previous occasions. They came up, wrong with a list of names. Now from what I can gather from my Great x 100 Grandfathers diaries they were Evsie, Jon, bighead and El_Nino in the coffee shops. These were all members of MickyFinns crew.
Now the amusing part here is that Schwarz expected Micky to hold his hand and skip in to the sunset of these deaths. Sadly he was wrong and Micky pulled his family together and unloaded in to the belly of his ship. Sadly, it didn't sink and at that point it went off. Snoopy and RickDeckard decided they couldn't leave their mate alone so they joined in on Schwarzs side. Fuck knows why, As already alluded to, He was a massive C.
But lo and behold Micky got his mates down as well. The much fabled Manny and some no mark called Flash-Fire joined his side and proceeded to slowly but surely kick the living shit out of them until victory was secured. It was quite magnificent. Many a tear was shed. I dont think the bloodline was ever seen on these shores again or very son afterwards he disappeared completely.
So the lesson is this. Always think your actions through carefully. You might think that another leader will agree with you. But without asking him you just cannot be sure. Also ensure your evidence is concrete. As shown today with the takedown of New York.
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Reply by: Gene_Hunt at Mar 19, '13 00:01 | |
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Great work Gene.
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Reply by: Satanta at Mar 19, '13 02:52 | |
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You obviously misheard me earlier, I clearly said: |
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Reply by: Satanta at Mar 19, '13 03:01 | |
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Santana competition story - Entry from Green_Tony_Mancini
Being fairly new to this thing of ours and with a bloodline that hasn't been active in a life of crime for many generations, stories of epic battles have not been written in the journals past down by my ancestors over the past years. Even so, I would like to tell a tale that is of great meaning to me personally. I wish to speak of the experiences I've had to date with my fine family, run by Psychopath.
It all started several weeks ago. My younger brother, also known as Admiral Ackbar, being the stubborn guy he is kept telling me to join up with a local organization making dramatic impacts on the local area. The way he discussed them, the business they conducted in seemed to make them more than normal criminals. These were men of honor, respect and loyalty. These weren't just criminals, they were family!
During quiet nights as we relaxed with a few beers he regaled me with stories of epic battles, of tremendous victories and bitter defeats. He spoke of Godfathers and leaders that looked untouchable being attacked and defeated by close friends who turned on them. He mentioned tales of unexpected people rising to the top of the ladder and of infamous faces with high expectations falling to their graves. Hearing all of these stories made me wonder how such a simple way of life, something you could almost describe as just clicking away at the next dollar, could hold so much potential. Could such a way of life attract these hundreds of people, playing their part in this thing of ours seeking to make a mark on our world, without the rest of us even being aware? Could these stories even be true? After a lot of blabbering combined with a few to many beers and whiskey, and being the awesome brother that I am, I choose to leave the simple life with an honest job behind me and join this life of crime.
In order to make the changes needed to survive this new way of life I had chosen, I knew I needed a fresh start. I arrived, fresh faced and innocent, on the streets of Chicago. After making some enquiries with the right people, I managed to figure out who I needed to speak to. That, however, didn't stop others trying to change my mind. Everyone I spoke to had their own unique style of interacting with me and many even tried to convince me to change my mind and to join up with their own chosen family.
I instantly turned them all down though, I had blood ties that I wanted to honor. It was only at this stage that I found out that my brother wasn't a made man himself. Without these connections, without him being a friend of ours to those in power, he couldn't be the one to bring me into the family he worked for. I would have to try and make my own way, there was nothing else to do. Working hard and keeping my ear to the ground, I managed to make contact with a made guy that was affectionately known as HMX1 within the family walls. After earning his trust, I was finally able to make my way into the fold as an associate. I had taken my first steps down the road and I was enjoying the journey.
Immediately I felt right at home and I was happily welcomed by all the family members present in the headquarters each time I set foot in the door. With their guidance, I quickly started to pick up the tricks of the trade. Within days I was getting to know each member, having in depth conversations about this thing of ours and I was really starting to get it. I realized that this way of life is about far more than just picking up a few dollars from meaningless crimes. It was about bonds, brotherhood and being willing to do whatever it takes for the good of your family. It's all about the interaction with others. Every trip down the streets and the conversations around the hq as the crew chatted among themselves all reminded me of how much I had gained in joining this way of life. It all made sense. Some time has now passed and I have never been more dedicated to this thing of ours as I am now. I stand as a boss within the family of Psychopath. I owe each and every one of family members my thanks for being so awesome to me and helping me get this far so fast.
I stepped into this life unsure if I would belong and questioning what I should be doing. With the help and assistance of fantastic people I am now proud to call my brothers and sisters I have made a place for myself, one I'll fight to never lose. The moral of this little story is that you should give everything a chance in life. Even if it you end up not liking something, you might just enjoy the ride! |
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Reply by: Green_Tony_Mancini at Mar 19, '13 23:29 | |
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I've been avoiding hitting the soapbox too quickly each time with an update, but there have been a few donations made that definitely warrant some disclosure.
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Reply by: Satanta at Mar 20, '13 02:02 | |
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I'll keep this one short and sweet. You don't need my words as the kind gestures tend to speak for themselves.
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Reply by: Satanta at Mar 21, '13 20:01 | |
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Very, very impressed by the outpouring of support the community has shown in this venture. Alot of very generous donations and wonderful gestures. Someone is going to walk away as very wealthy person by doing a good job of story telling! |
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Reply by: Alexander at Mar 21, '13 20:24 | |
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It all started on a stormy and rainy night in the town of Philadelphia. I was new in town, drenched from head to toe with nothing more than a few hundred bucks in my pcket and nowhere to go. Masquerade, who I would later discover to be a Don in Jaqen's family, was riding in her limo heading back to the family Headquarters when she saw me. I guess she took pity on me as the limo pulled over and she offered me a ride to wherever I needed to go. As I got into the limo I never thought I'd see what I saw...
As soon as I got in the back saw a dead body opposite Masquerade, the seat belt propped him up, if it wasn't for the hole in his throat he'd have looked like a real live person. I was trying to get back out but the doors had been locked. In the sweetest voice Masquerade said "Judging by your looks you have nowhere to go. We see people like you all the time, you step off the boat with big dreams and no idea how to make them come true. I'm going to give you a choice." She adjusted her necklace, drawing my eyes. "Option one you can come with me, we'll get rid of this clown, you can make a little money and I'll take you to talk to the head of my family. Or option two, you can forget everything you have seen, remain homeless, and take your chances on the streets. The choice is yours." I looked around the car, taking in the crystal glasses as decanters, the diamonds on her wrist, the faint smell of expensive perfume mixing with the sour smell of death, but most of all I looked at her. She had an ease about her, a calm authority which spoke of a power so present it need not be flaunted. I wanted that, a few days of homelessness, ripping off purses for food money was enough for anyone. I took a deep breath before replying, "Well ma'am I'll take option one. As you pointed out I have nowhere better to be. Also ma'am might I as your name? Mine is King-Pitt?"
"I am Masquerade, and even though your name is King-Pitt i am just going to call you Pitt as no one is my king."
The body went in the river with a quiet splash, she seemed to have no fear of being caught, when I questioned her on it she just smiled. I guessed she had some cops in her pocket too, but still, this was murder, surely there was a limit. We soon pulled up to the steel gates set in a thick wall surrounding an imposing building. Masquerade told me to sit tight until she got back, her driver gave me a knowing look as he held open her door. I sat in the car, tempted to help myself to the whisky, but not daring. I stared out the window, taking in the fence, the wall, the guard dogs, the steel bars on the window... it all added up to one thing, whoever lived here wanted to feel safe, you'd need an army to storm this place! It felt like an eternity just sitting there, I wanted to smoke, but I was out, I wanted to get out and stretch my legs, but the dogs put me off, so I sat, and I stared. Eventually Masquerade returned before i could open my mouth she said "I have spoken to the boss, and he's allowed me to bring you in as an associate, you'll meet him soon, but for now you work for ME, understand? You handled yourself well tonight, if you keep it up and keep your mouth shut, you could go far. She invited me in and showed me to a room, it wasn't much, but it sure beat the flea-pit motel I had been staying in. She handed me a single piece of paper. "These are the family rules, learn them, then burn this paper. As a rule we don't like things written down, it can lead to," she paused "complications."
I didn't need to ask what happened if I broke a rule, I had a feeling I'd just disposed of the last person to do so.
The next day I woke up to discover a new suit hanging on the door and a note From my mentor that read "Get ready, meet me downstairs at 9 sharp!" I did as the note said 'cause let me tell you Masquerade was a scary woman, and I didn't want to end up in the river as well. I headed downstairs, a few people stopped to say hi, a guy called Isiah pointed me towards the kitchen where I hoped to find coffee, but it wasn't to be. As soon as I walked into the room I saw Masquerade talking to someone I hadn't yet met. His only distinguishing feature was a small scar on his cheek, otherwise he could have blended in to any crowd. I assumed he was another associate at first. I walked up and shook Masquerade's outstretched hand as she introduced him "Pitt this is Mr H'ghar, he is my boss and now, I guess, yours as well. Do. Not. Let. Him. Down." Jaqen said "Pitt don't mind her she hasn't got her morning spanking today. Now to business as of now you are the low man on the pole but i do take care of my family so here is $250,000 put it in a bank account and use it to help your self move up, you'll kick up a percentage of your earnings to me, and as you progress in this thing of ours you'll find money easier and easier to come by. You won't stay a thug forever. You have any questions you talk to Masquerade, or anyone in the family really, most people are happy to help out the new members. Now get to work i got to go take care of some other business." Jaqen then walked away, flanked by a couple of monsters I assumed were bodyguards.
"You know how to make money?" Masquerade asked.
"Yeah, I think I got the basics down, how hard can it be, right?" She didn't smile.
"Then get to work. You'll meet the rest of the family later, and you know where I am if you have any questions."
It took along while but I worked my way up through the ranks and Jaqen called me to his office. Myself i thought i was in trouble and didn't know why. Jaqen looked at me and said "Please Pitt have a seat. I have noticed over these past few months that you have worked really hard for Masquerade, you've done well as an associate, you've learned how to handle yourself on the streets and most of all, I think you've learned what it means to be a family, not just another crew. Would you like to become part of the family? Meaning you will have to show more respect to your fellow friends as well as any visiting family. Also you will not have to work as a low member you are now of great importance and can help me with more better things." I said "Sir it would be my honor to be apart of your inner circle and do anything you need me to do." |
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Reply by: King-Pitt at Mar 21, '13 23:16 | |
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Satanta Story Competition by Joga Benito
Firstly I would love to thank Satanta and all others that have supported this competition for bringing something like this to the streets and have enjoyed gaining an insight into past experiences.
Sadly I myself have not been at the forefront of any breaking news and its been so long forgive me for my hazy memory. For I am a quiet and modest gangster (a word I hate to use, we'll say businessman instead). I am a quiet businessmen, my long vacations between law breaking make it difficult to hold any strong relationships, which I largely regret. However it also prevents me holding any grudges or having grudges held against me. Now I cant imagine i've ever been a name to remember but aspiration has never been my cup of tea. I strive to serve and for me I still feel giddy when I make that first million or drop my first body.
However there was one time I had a taste of power, I was in New Orleans if I recall. A young man called Tish had just been given his first crew and seemed clearly more giddy than me. I had the opportunity to move into his crew when he was authed and purely from a similar taste in music I earned his trust. He appreciated my earnings and activeness and offered me a spot on his Right. Clearly I jumped at the chance and my eyes were opened to a whole new world of opportunities and social circles. I was in a coffee shop with the GodMother, i couldnt believe it.
Sadly before long a few bad eggs tainted our joy. It seemed a couple of gangsters who were banned from almost every crew around had snuck into ours under the anonimity this world provides. Now it seemed they were part of a dasterdly trio, intent on reaking havoc. Now these three cowards worked in the early hours of the morning taking advantage of others being asleep. They would find a quiet city and sneak up to un-suspecting mobsters and shoot them dead, yet not be caught. It appeared one was doing the shooting whilst the other two huddled round in the hope of being the prime witness which they appeared to achieve.
I saw good men buried whilst their families didnt know where to turn, it was like body snatchers working in the night. To go along with this the third member of their gang had somehow risen to Right Hand man of another crew, it seems people can be easily decieved in this world by bloodlines changing their name and family persona. Now this man, was more cowardly than the other two, whilst keeping his eyes out for witness statements he was heartlessly wacking members inside his own HQ. Now i've seen rogues be reckless and foolish but never so cowardly and heartless.
The amount of deaths going un-answered was making the whole place feel like Jack the Ripper was on the prowl again, people couldnt sleep, upper structures were demanding answers. Unfortunately for me a rival crew found those answers before me and Tish. They followed the trail of breadcrumbs that led them to the two night killers. Now I cant remember the name of this other crew but an image of zombie cowboys comes to mind, or have I been sniffing glue too much. Anyway this more powerful crew had come to the conclusion that because these villians were in our crew we were all in on it. They thought our own mass mails for answers were decoys and we had a scheme to take over the world whilst people slept. Sadly not true, as I said before, I have no aspirations. But it turned out that whilst we slept the zombie cowboys had already gathered other families. And so myself and Tish slept, along with the two villains and the rest of the "Dub Police", never to wake up. And that was the demise of my one and only fore father that got to dine with a GodMother.
As for the HQ wacker, well his wearabouts today are unknown, is in your crew, standing to your right or holding a pillow above you whilst you sleep sweetly within your own crew walls. |
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Reply by: JogaBenito at Mar 22, '13 15:12 | |
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There once was a man, a strikingly handsome man, who began his Family Tree here as a fresh-off-the-boat brand-spankin new aspiring mobster several years ago. He knew nothing of this world, the people or bloodlines in it, in fact his only knowledge of This Thing Of Ours stemmed from the shadowy man who approached him off the boat and a Mafia Tutorial manual he came across upon hitting the shore. Strapped with a measely couple thousand dollars, he approached a man wearing a bold suit and went to work for him. He worked hard, quickly learning the means of which to make money. He did have a general understanding of how the Mafia worked... money goes up, orders come down. He tributed regularly, made connenctions within his crew, and gained rank and prominence within his family. It was shortly after that, his Don approached him and asked if he would accept the honor of becoming a leader of his own crew. The young man was flattered, as he was the first generation of his Family Tree in this world. He enthusiastically accepted, and took with him a man he had become relatively friendly with, another fairly new bloodline, to be his Right Hand Man. They established a crew and continued to learn the ways of Our World through trial and error. Mostly error. Over time, a Godfather from another city, feared by many, found his own city bursting at the seams. His own city's expansion was eminent. It was a matter of time before this Godfather would wish to see his own syndicate grow. There was a pickpocket mishap in said Godfather's city, a member of the new crewleader's family was to blame. Unsure as to how a situation like this should behandled, the crewleader mailed his own Godfather, who was sleeping at the time. The lack of swift response to the issue at hand upset the Godfather, and a temporary banning of the crewleader's members in the Godfather's city was put into effect. The Godfather opened fire on the sleeping members of our protagonist's crew and anyone who made the grave error of entering his city. The heat was on, and the crewleader could see the writing on the wall. This was the beginning of the end for him, and most likely the rest of his city. Understanding, and ultimately accepting this, the crewleader and his trusted RHM began discussing possible ways of getting themselves out of the jam they found themselves in. They came up with nothing. Being new to this world, they knew little of guns, warfare, or strategy. Members of his crew continued to be gunned down by the Godfather and eventually, the temporary ban became a permanent and publicized one. At this point the realization that they were basically sitting ducks just waiting to die so that this Godfather could put one of his own Dons in place as GF became painfully clear to the crewleader and his trusted Right Hand. He naively proposed to his own Godfather that they strike at him first. The half-assed propsal was shut down. It was around this time, the Godfather found himself sentenced to federal prison for an alleged crime he may or may not have commited. The alleged crime itself is unimportant, but the CL and his RHM saw a window of opportunity to at the very least go out on their own terms, in a blaze of glory. Or at least that was the idea. They gathered the whatever pitiful guns they could muster from their crew and put together what they thought was a brilliant plan. They would enter the offending Godfather's city while the GF was serving time and gun down the CL they believed would be put in place after their own city was wiped out. They had limited knowledge of pro-wacking, and made sure they had some pro-shooters ready to roll when the time was right. So like a total asshole, the young naive crewleader took his pro-shot prior to shooting, flew to the rival city, shot at the heir apparent, and missed, thus losing his own pro in the process. The reponse was pretty much immediate, with the crewleader's hitters being gunned down witin about a minute. The rival Don that was shot at returned fire on our hero, also missing. Ironically, coinidentally, whatever you want to call it, the jailed Godfather was released from prison. The two exchanged heated words and the Godfather demanded he give up his pro or he would slaughter not only the rest of his crew but the rogue CL's entire city. The CL agreed, killed some irrelevant Consig, lost his pro and died. It was a piss-poor suicide mission that if remembered at all by anybody, was remembered as an embarrassingly laughable comedy of errors. People took to the streets regarding it, some in blaring opposition of the move, while others including a swine that the CL was particularly fond of spoke out in defense of it. In the end, it was a move that the CL and his family felt they could live with, and ultimately die by. But regardless of anyone's opinion on the matter, the entire incident could pretty much be summed up in one word. FALURE! |
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Reply by: TheHumanCentipede at Mar 22, '13 15:52 | |
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The Back Story of BrunoD'd |
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Reply by: MichaelLaMotta at Mar 22, '13 17:33 | |
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Hussling over with a piece of paper Vincent begins. |
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Reply by: VincentVolaju at Mar 23, '13 18:37 | |
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Padrinello will speak. Listen to the words of Padrinello.
My name is Padrino. My father was an honest man. I'm a mobster so the journals of my honest father are not exactly interesting to the mobstership. Nor are my own journals really. I was a small-time thug until Toby took me under his wing, and I've been working for him, and the cities of New York, and now Chicago ever since.
Padrinello has spoken. |
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Reply by: Padrino at Mar 23, '13 19:09 | |
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Satanta you young pup. I might have guessed you'd be at the centre of this commotion when I heard a rough Irish brogue.
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Reply by: BlackFog at Mar 24, '13 01:18 | |
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Raoul wanders into the street and decides to give this old story telling a go. |
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Reply by: Raoul_Silva at Mar 24, '13 03:16 | |
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East Coast vs. West Coast |
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Reply by: Silk at Mar 24, '13 04:13 | |
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April would be ten years; ten years since her bloodline made their way across from the old country. Scarin was a young woman, an only child whose parents had just been murdered in their sleep. She had awoken to the sound of yelling coming from downstairs. Her parents had told her exactly what to do if any disturbance happened in the house like this suddenly. She got out of bed, changed from her pajamas and went into her closet, looking the door behind her. Inside there was a trap door with a staircase that swung down into the basement. Scarin lowered herself down and climbed the stairs into the dark passageway. She went to a small cabin in the woods and waited for daylight. As the sun rose, Scarin looked under the fourth board from the north wall; there was the envelope her parents said would be there with enough money to get far away from this town she had called home since the day she was born. |
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Reply by: Whatsername at Mar 24, '13 04:45 | |
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This story of mine all started several years ago in the streets of Philadelphia. |
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Reply by: Master_Pain at Mar 24, '13 05:11 | |
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