So it unfolded, my father's death.  He was shot by cowards, whilst playing poker not so long ago.  So be it, my bloodline has not and will not moan about the fate that has unjustly been bestowed on so many of us.

But on this occasion, his death was the result of a foul and heinous grudge, held by a man not worthy of the accolade CL.  This man is, if you can imagine such a thing, an even less verbose version of Prem, less able to contain his excitement than WhereWasI, more powercrazed than Tiggy and quite possibly interested in passtimes less worthy of merit than the late, great RJFuller.

So, I hear you ask, what did this cretin do to the Kuku bloodline?

Well, friends, I shall tell you.

Some time ago, this CL, the imbecile, NO, fell onto the Streets, slurring garbage about his puerile interest in pursuing women.  So many of us stood looking at him, dumbfounded at the spectacle of a CL behaving so uncouthly.  My grandfather, WALTERWHITE, could stand it no longer and challenged him, in person and in OOC Avenue.  The cretin, NO, had a few defenders, but it is obvious from the feedback and what wasn't said that this halfwitted buffoon had embarrassed himself in front of all and sundry.  

WALTERWHITE died in battle.  Let us take a moment to remember him.

His son, Kuku, returned to these shores and was gifted several million from friends and relatives.  He went to the Chicago poker table where he quickly started winning.  A befuddled man named SLAYER- ran out of cash and Kuku, being generous as well as clever and handsome and modest, gave me $250k.  SLAYER- was happy, so happy he arranged for an invite to his family being sent to Kuku.

NO, the imbecilic numbskull allegedly in charge of the outfit noticed Kuku in his crew and asked him to leave.

Note, *asked* him to leave.  To find another family and leave.

Kuku, being of a veteran bloodline, found this amusing.  Not only did the cretinous CL ask Kuku to leave, he did so in his HQ, in front of his crew.

Kuku was bemused, but also busy.  He told NO he was happy where he was and wouldn't be leaving.  NO didn't have the gall, the balls or the brains to use a gun to settle the manner.  Instead, he asked again.  And again.  He called Kuku mate and requested that he leave.  Kuku sensed danger, so sent a lot of cash to a friend along with a copy of NO's plea to leave.

NO dropped Kuku from his crew and shortly thereafter, SLAYER- offered to duel him.  Kuku declined.

And then, faceless men shot him, as he played cards.

Some salient points arise from this sorry tale:

NO has no (ahem) control of his crew.  His men invite all and sundry without checking with the upper structure.

NO displayed chronic bad leadership.  He didn't dispatch Kuku immediately, instead leaving someone in his crew, privy to his information, under his protection, carrying his name, who he suspected of being disloyal.

NO requested an underling whom he suspected of hostility to leave.  Not ordered, not threatened - asked.

NO acquiesced to a direct challenge to his authority, in front of his men.

Coupled with NO's ridiculous Street presence and we have an absolute embarrassment to this thing.

However, the Kuku bloodline feel that whilst NO is stupid and unworthy of respect, he is not dangerous and therefore, as far as me and mine are concerned, this matter is closed.  Should NO target my family or me, this state of affairs will be reviewed by my children.

NO, I can help you learn.  There's your olive branch.

NO requested an underling whom he suspected of hostility to leave.  Not ordered, not threatened - asked.

And if he had just shot you you would have come to these streets crying of bloodlining.

Harry sighs

Harry, it was in written form, so it's perhaps best not to assume that someone like you can absorb, but please pay attention to this:

"So be it, my bloodline has not and will not moan about the fate that has unjustly been bestowed on so many of us."

There was and is no crying of bloodlining.  There is, instead, concern at certain issues.

These have been settled and NO and I are fine now.

'No' didn't kill your father, just for your information young man.

I do believe your words aren't very valid bashing such a man in our society when your statement is quite wrong.

NO:  This nonsense is clearly NOt good for my health. reading it has lowered my IQ.

Thank you....

Teemo - where did I say that NO shot my father?

I urge you to read before commenting.  Not doing so can result in you looking like Dedshot.

 So be it, my bloodline has not and will not moan about the fate that has unjustly been bestowed on so many of us.

What do you call this? Last I checked you are widely disliked by nearly everyone i know because of your mouth. This just proves that point. Bad mouthing a crew leader in public in this mannor is the same as bitching about being shot. If you were to busy playing poker to notice that you were kicked from a crew and a gangster with no penalties for the shot (Known to hitters as a legal shot) then you have no reason to bitch. You are essentially bitching about dying by posting this thread. After reading this, I dont blame No for dropping you from his crew, making you fish food for whoever killed you. to be perfectly honest im surprised that he didnt just kill you himself for this.

Imhotep

WOW!

"Last I checked you are widely disliked by nearly everyone i know because of your mouth"

What's wrong with my mouth?  Do you mean my words?  They are formed by voicebox mainly.

Anyway, I am widely loved and adored.

"After reading this, I dont blame No for dropping you from his crew, making you fish food for whoever killed you. to be perfectly honest im surprised that he didnt just kill you himself for this."

Oh... My... God...

NO didn't kill me because I am alive.  He apparently didn't kill my father, either.  And he certainly didn't kill my father for the words just spoken because they hadn't been spoken about my father's death when he was alive because he was alive so therefore writing about his death wouldn't have made any sense now, would it?

NO dropped Kuku from his crew and shortly thereafter, SLAYER- offered to duel him.  Kuku declined.

Just so you know, Kuku, it was me that dropped you. I could have easily had someone kill you, but I thought it best to let you try and find another roof over your head. I think it would have been far worse if I had just had you killed.

SaintAnthony flicks down a lit cigarette from his hand before aapproaching those gathered.

I believe every time your lineage graces our fair streets with one of your ever so delightful tales, collectively we all say no, no, no, god please why noooo.

So I feel your pain.

That is all. 

A limousine pulls up beside the man talking, as the door opens, blue smoke puffs out and a long red carpet extends to the feet of Mister Kuku, as the smoke dissipates a gigantic man comes forth from the car, standing at nearly seven feet tall, with a balding set of hair and an angry demeanor, a scowl runs across his face as he takes a long stare at kuku before tugging at a leash from within the car - out springs a golden retriever sporting a doggy sized tux and a fedora.

"Woof! Woof woof woof, woof woof woof! WOOF WOOF!"

The dog, saying his peace, jumps back into the limo as the large man lumbers behind with the carpet, once both are inside; the limo drives off with haste, leaving some mud on the people who just moments ago were having a discussion.

Dedshot ran after the limo and when it stopped, he reached in to his pocket and whipped out.....

a doggy treat.

GOOD BOY BUDDY!

My grandfather, WALTERWHITE, could stand it no longer and challenged him, in person and in OOC Avenue.

That is what i was referring to. Are you that big of a numb skull to understand that? I obviously knew your father didnt get killed because what you just posted because this was posted after your death. You challenged a CL in teh streets. So yea if i was in Sanctions shoes i would have done the same. If you used your brain for something other than a hat rack you would have known what i was referring to. No whas being merciful and giving you a chance to find a new home. He is a better man than me because i would not have dropped you from my crew, i would have killed you.

A lil birdie told me a few things about you, Imhotep :)

i can really care less about what you think you know about me or what other people think they know about me. I am done wasting my time with a dim minded fool.

The prosecution is resting.  But the court shall be reconvened.

And so it begins:

"Please do not allow this man inside on of our hqs it would be greatly appreciated he cannot conduct himself in an appropriate manner and is not worth your time"

Having been forced to give evidence supporting No’s not guilty plea, Phallic felt a disgusting tang at the back of his throat. Helping No had gone against everything that Phallic believed in and subsequently had made him feel sick to his stomach. Feeling the dizzying effects of this nausea,  Phallic dragged his feet as he was looking for a place to sit down. Lifting his head, he notices the rabble of people that had attended No’s court case. With the corners of his mouth rising in a rueful smile, the funny shaped right hand had just thought of something to make him feel a lot better.

On approaching the rabble, Phallic made sure that he had successfully emerged into the group before putting his plan into fruition. Clearing his voice, he began to speak in a Southern drawl.

“Welllll I do believe No inappropriately touches barnyard animals!”

Before the crowd can turn around and see where the voice has come from, Phallic makes his way into another part of the group and begins to speak in a British accent.

“Well old chap, I heard he bribes homeless people to fight each other with pickles!”

Sounding their displeasure at this, the crowd turn to where the British accent came from, only to have Phallic move into another part of the crowd and open his mouth once more, but this time with an elderly person’s voice.

“The young chaaaap told me that if I gave him my pension, he wouldn’t feed my pet dog to his rottweilers.”

The sounding of displeasure turning into the roars of disgust, the crowd advance towards the courtroom. Feeling that something was missing, Phallic gets in one more dig and starts off a chant.

“Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!”

Having catched on to the guilty chants and angrily adding their own little insults, Phallic watches as the angry mob barges through the doors of the court. Chuckling to himself in an evil manner, Phallic gives his head a little bobble and walks off planning to himself how to spend all of No’s money.