Cracking his neck to one side, then to the other. The Reporter stretches and smiles. Looking around the small crowd of remaining mobsters after the recent carnage. 

"Hello all, you probably don't know me, but I'm here to find out the truth behind these latest wars that have rocked our community to it's very core. I'm looking for people to interview, and give their side of the war. First hand accounts of what transpired, and how this all started."

Looks around the crowd.

"If you were a big part of the war, a little part of the war, or if you just want your opinion heard, message me to set up an interview."

"These interviews will be conducted on IRC avenue, with the utmost discretion."

Takes out a cigarette and lights it. His old face looked haggard, with hard lines, from a long hard life. He takes out his pencil and note pad.

"My mail slot is open, I'm excited to hear from you in the next few days."

Loving the notes of sarcasm, he shakes his head and then winks.

"Aye, I understand your concern. However, as I am also a mafioso this paper will be released only to those in this thing of ours. I would not want the law coming down on any of you. That being said, with the response I've been getting so far, I don't see any problem filling my publication for a few weeks already. Thank you for your opinion Paisan!"

"Look forward to the first edition coming soon!"

Rossi smiles and nods, unconvinced of the reporters explanation. 

"I think I understand your intentions, though I'm in no place to judge until there is an issue to read for myself. Personally, my business is my business, as la famiglia would expect it to remain. Best of luck on your endeavour."

I heard that an outbreak of “blue waffle” from deep within the business district of Detroit may have contributed in some way to the recent events of which you speak.

I’m no expert on these matters though, and this could be a complete fabrication or smoke screen designed to throw people off the scent of what really happened.

The rumour circulating that a certain female crew leader’s facial hair problem was in some way used as a ploy to sell vast quantities of hair removal cream into a particular city and flood the market is in my opinion a complete load of bollocks. It wasn’t half as bad as some made out.
 

Bringing quality publications to the people often proves to be challenging. It seems a lot has transpired in this society recently and there will be many truths, or stories rather. What happened was chaotic and I wish you all the best in bringing order to the stories. I hear you have enough for several weeks of publications. Try to keep it interesting and worthy of discussions as well.

Anyway, good effort to create some to shed some light on what happened. I'm sure there's plenty like me who have no idea what happened, but we realize it had quite an impact on this place. I'll hope to run into the paperboy carrying your paper!

If you're still looking for interviews, feel free to let me know.

Nefertari sits on a chair with her legs crossed, and reads interviews slowly.

After a bit she stands and sends a note to TheReporter

"Good work TheReporter, I can't wait for the next edition."

Great job, as soon as I open up my business I'd like to sit down and talk to you about buying some ad space.

I'd like to have that 1st printed edition too, TheReporter.