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What Have You Earned? Started by: Silent_Assassin315 on Feb 27, '09 23:18
Sil walks out to the public forum, moving the soap crate over and standing on it. It has been a while since he gave a speech, so he takes a big gulp of scotch and lights a cigarette before he starts. He takes a big drag, and blows smoke off into the sky.


"You know, something has been pissing me off. You notice, we have had several men coming, the children of gangsters who didn't get shelter, or men and women who were killed because they went IA. They come back, and are like annoying pests."

One such person walks up to Sil and interrupts him.


"Wut the hell do you think ur doing, biatch? I wuz fukin better than u ever were. I'm gonna kick ur ass, biatch. I wuz betR than u ever were, so wut he fuk you think ur doing, killin me? Kiss my ass, basturd."

Sil looks at the idiot for a second, and nods to one of the men who stood in the shadows. They grab onto the man's arms, and drag him into the alleyway. A scream erupts, and the man runs out, a burn on his jaw, a bit of blood running out his nose.


"U son of a biatch! Im gunna kick ur ass! Just u c, fukR." says the fool.

Sil shakes his head, and sends the men after him.


"See what I mean, punks who think that, because, maybe they stole a couple of old broad's purses, they did something. THEY DIDN'T. It pisses me off to see someone disrespect, not just me, but ANYONE like that. The Godmothers and Godfathers would have their guns out, the bullet clear through his head, and the gun holstered before he could say, pardon my idiotspeak, 'biatch'. I would like to see what other members of the world have to say about it."
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"As a little additive, I know I have not earned the respect that the Made Men and up, and most of them below, have, but I am talking about blatant disrespect to ANYONE." Sil adds.
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Carrying along his usual business Guinness stops, looking at a man beaten, badly burnt and bleeding; clearly scum from his raggedy clothes.. he approaches `Sil`


Quite a speech you have given there my Friend, and might I say top notch job on him.
He sparks up a cigar


I may be nothing but a lowly gangster, Not a very good one at that either, word on the street is I'm not too popular among people up the food chain..

He laughs for a second

Fuck it anyway, We all go out sometime, Better going out myself than some lowly kiss-ass..

Even though I'm not too high nor popular myself, I have noticed quite a few of these, For lack of a better term scum among our streets, Personally it sickens me, Nobody thinking their somebody.. even at that, At the current rate their going will probably never amount to somebody.

He shakes his head

Hard as it is to admit, I doubt their family line will either!

He takes a long drag from his cigar and exhales it into the face of following bystanders

A stand really needs to be taken in my little opinion, Sure enough you did give him a good rough housing, but will it really teach him?
A devious smile begins to emerge


He needs a new Job, He needs to be a worm feeder, Same as his Father if he also has the intelligence of a common house rat.



He takes one last puff from his cigar and stamps it out


Hell if I know, I'm just a peon.


the man walks off into the distance
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Sil smiles a poisonous smile.


They'll find him. In the belly of a tiger at the zoo.
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