Now i know this is late but Congratulations on Godfather and i hope to see what you do with South Side in the near feature. DeadlySpikeS i remeber reading my dads journals and seeing that he worked with your father and had nothing but good words about him. I wish i could have met him he sounded like a good man. He raised a good son and now you get to make your own legacy. Cheers bud.

Myrddin woke up on the side of the road, wondering how he'd gotten here. Vaguely remembering an announcement in the streets that he had told himself he was going to say something about. He was planning on congratulating DeadlySpikeS but somehow he passed out. Looking to his left, he sees an empty bottle of Canadian whisky and laughs. "Well, that explains it...apparently I decided to try and out drink JackRyan..." Not certain whether Spike was still there or if he was seeing things, Myrddin finally gets his bearings and begins to speak...

Congrats, DeadlySpikeS! I am proud to be in South Side with you as my Godfather. 

Drunky slowly pulls himself to his feet from the park bench he had passed out on, then staggers into the now-dispersing crowd. The alcoholic avenger had just returned to consciousness from a massive, three day bender.

Congrachulayshuns and suchlike related things and sorts, Spike. You and yours will do the south side proud, I'm sure.

With his few brief words, Drunky staggers back into an alleyway, slams back a few more gulps from his flask, and passes out once more.

Dripple sluggishly walks up to Spike with one of his most famous dripplets. 

Spike, my friend! Congratulations! You have been in the suburb's for sooo long it will definitely take sometime getting use to you not skipping around the district every day! 

I'm sure you will thrive in this new position! 

Congratulations again!

After a cheeky wink to Spike, Dripple ushers his dripplets away.

bip walks around South Side watching all the bullet holes and burned down establishments. She can't help herself but smile when she sees Spike. She walks up to him and takes his hand!

Gratz Gotfather! I've no doubt you will rebuild this place beautifully! 

Congratulations Father of God! Much deserved.

JohnnyNoSocks raises a glass and toasts the Godfather of the Southside

"May your reign be long and profitable"

Kourtney stumbled into Spike's office one night, her arms heavy with the various wine bottles she carried haphazardly.  Scrunching up her face in excitement she shrieked loudly:

"WOOO!  LETS GET THIS PART-AY STARTED!"

Yes, Kourtney was a 'woo girl'.  Figures.  Opening her eyes, and to her horror, she found the newly appointed Godfather was in the middle of what looked to be a very serious, very grave meeting with several of the man's associates.  With a small 'oops' to herself, she quickly shuffled over to the corner and sat down in an abandoned, very comfy armchair.  And she shut up, which was a miracle in itself. 

After the meeting had adjourned she waited for the last of the men to leave before jumping to her feet enthusiastically and pointing to the wine bottles she had left discarded next to the chair.

"Look!  Look!  A present for you!  It's a belated congratulations on your new position.  I know I'm late, so sue me.  Please don't, I wouldn't like that very much, really.  But I'm here to say that I'm proud of you, and am very excited for you!  I cannot wait to see what amaze-tastic things you do with the South Side.  Enough of that stuff though, are we going to celebrate in style or what?!"

With a mischievous grin Kourtney started picking up and passing the bottles over to the Godfather.

Tokyo pushed Kourtney into a fountain of champagne. All her excitement was making her hungry. It was either eat the woman or push her into a pond of booze. At least it would take the smell that was wafting off of Kourtney away. A mix of cupcakes and lollipops.

Congratulations DeadlySpikeS. 

It came out as a grumble, though she was excited for him, but this meant that he was off limits. It was part of the deal.