"COME ONE! COME ALL! OVER THIRTY-FIVE MILLION DOLLARS IN PRIZES! COME WRAP YOUR MINDS AROUND THIS SCIENCE!" Marietta bellowed into the megaphone, pausing briefly to cough from all the exertion. Once her throat was cleared she smiled at the gathering crowd before signaling to her bodyguard Leif to open a black, leather briefcase. He did so, revealing it was stacked full of cold hard cash.

Reaching in she grabbed stacks of money and ripped open the rubber band binding the one-hundred dollar bills together. Throwing the first stack into the air, it burst into pieces and the hundreds' softly drifted back to the Earth. The crowd went crazy, fighting, biting, clawing and scratching at one another to get their hands on one of the hundred' dollar bills. Marietta clapped in delight as chaos ensued, her bodyguard force moving in closer around her soap box in case they decided to turn on her and attack the Godfather for the money.

"THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING, LADIES AND GENTS!" she cried once more through the megaphone as the crowd began to chant for more money.

"Now hold on, hold on!" Marietta called, waving her free hand to silence the crowd. "Listen up! I'm old, I'm obscene, and I'm ready for a RIOT! on this scene! I hope you know what I mean! Was that a poor rhyme scheme?"

"Some of you may remember a few months back when Detroit, along with the help of New York, so generously opened up our wallets and homes to invite many of you for a week-long Detroit is Crazy event- with over twenty-million dollars in prizes! In light of recent events, being the celebration of Detroit's anniversary date on it's induction into the underworld, I have decided to once more take a trip down Insane Lane. I present to you..."

Pointing at her trusty Right Hand Rourke, he grumbled to himself as he stepped up on a soap box next to her and held up the sign they had just painted that morning. It read:

DETROIT IS OBSCENELY CRAZY WEEK!

The crowd went wild. Or at least Marietta imagined they did. She had quite the imagination at times.

"What I'm trying to say, folks, is that we're BACK and BETTER THAN EVER! I'll pass out more information for you on this OBSCENELY CRAZY WEEK!"

Jumping down from her perch upon the traditional soap box, she grabbed a bunch of neatly and newly printed flyers from a nearby box and began to move around the crowd. Passing them out one by one, the crowd began to read.

**

THE RETURN OF MOTOR CITY JAIL BIRDS
It's BACK! (Back! Back!) Do you like to jailbreak? So do we! What does that mean?

To kick off AND end DIOCW (Detroit is Obscenely Crazy Week- folks!) we will be allowing ALL the mobsters across the SEVEN CITIES (fuck you, Saint Louis!) to come on down to the Detroit Penitentiary and BUST BUST BUST! That's RIGHT! FREE JAILBREAKING IN DETROIT! On Saturdays August 1st and August 8th, between the hours of 15:00 and 20:00, the Detroit Upper Structure will be launching a crackdown every 10 to 15 minutes! Come on dooowwnnnnn!

THE CRAZY DOESN'T END THERE! Every hour, on the hour (at 16, 17, 18 and 19 o'clock), all people active within the Detroit City Limits will be entered into a raffle to win ONE MILLION DOLLARS. That's right! YOU COULD ONE OF THE LUCKY PEOPLE TO WIN ONE MILLION DOLLARS! There will be FOUR winners PER DAY total! THAT'S FOUR MILLION DOLLARS A DAY! THAT'S EIGHT MILLION DOLLARS THIS WEEK! HOW OBSCENELY CRAZY!!

People eligible for the One Million Dollar raffle will be in Detroit, actively jailbreaking and criming at least half an hour before each drawing. That means if the first drawing is at 16:00, you better be in the city at 15:30 jail breaking!

For Detroit's rules and regulations on jail breaking, look here. Detroit's current drug market will be featured here. Come on down for some busts and bucks!
**

A TALE OF TWO CITIES... OR THREE... OR FOUR...
Consider yourself a master tale weaver? WELL WE WANT YOU! Share your talent by creating a story about a crime you committed or were caught up in, featuring any of the Seven Crime Cities! Length, detail, all of that is up to you, but there ARE some restrictions!

YOU MUST USE the name of the city in your story, as well as the nickname (Chicago is the Windy City, New Orleans the Big Easy, so on and so forth). You must name the state the city is located in, the Godfather or City Head, and must pick one actual bar from that city. This means you'll have to visit the business districts, folks!

If you can do all of that, present your story in the Streets, then copy the location in a mail to Marietta. Be sure to title the mail City Tale, so she knows which contest you are entering.

Oh, of course! Prizes! Who doesn't want those? If you take third place you will win 750K. Second place will take 1 million dollars, and first place will take two million dollars! CASH FOR A STORY, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!

One entry per participant. The judges will be comprised of select Detroit citizens and Mafiosi.

All entries must be sent in by 00:00 August 9th, so get CRACKALACKIN'!
**

ODE TO A LEADER
Do YOU love your leader? Hell, do you love ANY leader? Now is your chance to show them just how much in this new contest!

Write a poem, an ode, a song, a limerick or a lullaby- ANYTHING for your leader of choice! There are no length or word requirements, so work up your entry and do your best to show your appreciation! Things you MUST mention, though, are the leader's name, their crew name, the city they work for AND their Right Hand's name.

We will not be taking crude entries, so just leave those out, thanks.

Think YOU are up to the challenge? Simply MAIL all entries to Marietta with the title Ode, so she knows which contest it is for!

The winners will be picked by a select panel of Detroit judges! The top TEN will be picked and rewarded with 500K and 5 crackdowns EACH!! The top THREE will be featured in the next few Detroit Chronicle Editions!

All entries must be received by 00:00 August 9th to be eligible! Enter as many times as you would like!

Get down and dirty, poets!
**

HEADQUARTER DESIGN CLUB
Marietta is OBSESSED with changing her headquarter banners (crew banner). The woman always wants good, the better, the BEST! And now, she wants YOU to make her a NEW ONE!

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to create her a new crew banner. She wants zany, fresh, funky- but most importantly something that captures the essence of "BADASS RIOT!".

Acceptable things to include would be the name of her crew- "The RIOT!", as well as the city's name- DETROIT! Colors she would prefer would be reds, blues, purples and blacks.

There will be THREE winners, picked by a panel of RIOT! judges. The third place winner will take 750K! The second place winner will take one million dollars! The FIRST place winner's banner will be used- and they will pocket one point five million dollars!

CRAZY OR WHAT?!

Send all entries to Marietta via mail with the title HQ Design. All entries must be received by 00:00 August 9th to be valid. Enter as many times as you would like!

GET DESIGNING, FOLKS!
**

HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN
Ever kill a man? Or a woman? We're not picky- but TELL US ABOUT IT! Recount to us the biggest kill you ever made. What were the circumstances? Who did you kill? (Haven't killed anyone? Make someone up! Doesn't have to be a real mobster! Talk about what you would do to someone if you could kill them!) Warning: Don't mention killing a leader, as they may take that seriously and kill you. When was this? Day? Night? Where were you? Why were you killing them?

BE CREATIVE! There are not length or word requirements- but don't be too vulgar now!

When you're done talking about it, SHARE IT IN THE STREETS! Copy down the location of your story, and send it to Marietta via mail with the title Kill Contest.

A panel of Detroit judges will pick the top three stories. If you take third place you will win 750K. Second place will take 1 million dollars, and first place will take two million dollars! HAVE WE GONE INSANE OR WHAT?!

All entries must be received by 00:00 August 9th to be counted! Only one entry per contestant please!

Now go illustrate your favorite kill! GET OUT THERE FOLKS!
**

THE SCAVENGER HUNT TO END ALL SCAVENGER HUNTS
You've been on scavenger hunts before, Mafiosi- BUT NEVER LIKE THIS! Marietta, Rourke and EdwardRossi have been taking vacations across the Seven Cities the entire last month. Sadly for them, they lost items in each city! Even WORSE, they DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY LOST!

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to FIND THOSE ITEMS!

Travel to each city and search across the many businesses and alley ways to find out what Rourke, Edward and Mari lost. They think they only lost one item per city, so that should make it easier.

YOU, however, need to be more exact! You also need to list where they lost it, what TIME they lost it, and what CITY they left it in!

When you are done, compile it into a report like so:

Item: Marietta's Gun
Left in: New Orleans
At: The Happy Bar
Date and Time: July 1st, 19:36.

You MUST HAVE ALL SEVEN ITEMS to be valid for entry! Only one try per person!

The first TEN people to find ALL ITEMS, AND THE CORRECT INFORMATION, will win ONE MILLION DOLLARS EACH! The next TWENTY people will get 100K and 5 crackdowns a piece!

All answers must be mailed to Marietta with the title Scavenger Hunt.

Answers must be received by 00:00, August 9th to be considered valid.

So start looking around, DETECTIVES! Best of luck!
**

IT'S HOT HOT HOT!
THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS! It's summer and it's too damn hot outside! So what do we do about this? We adjust!

To participate in this contest, you simply need to find a suit that will help you keep cool in this hot, hot weather. Put it on, wear it around in the Streets and show it off as you go about your business.

The possibilities are ENDLESS! Get creative, get down and get funky! How will you keep cool in this heat wave?!

When you've acquired said suit, simply mail Marietta with the title Summer Suit, to let her know you will be participating in this strange contest.

Each person who participates will win one crackdown. THREE final winners will walk away with 500K each!!

The suits will be judged by a panel of Detroit judges.

Make sure your suit is on by 00:00, August 9th, or you won't qualify!

GO BUY THAT PERFECT SUMMER OUTFIT!
**

Clutching the flier excitedly, people began to mill around and gossip to one another. They were ready for the craziness, alright.

I am so going to detriot.Derkovyactive  says to himself to himself. Bang Jeaus i hear that from hear.WHAT A RIOT                       

oh hell yeah!  My Uncle was the story teller winner last time...I can;t wait to honor him in this contest!

Tony picks up one of the $100s and says "Im working on a murder and I got $100 for nothing, Detroit is wonderful!"

He walks away with a huge smile

Dr_Jekyll hops up then back down

Oh my god! I'm this so came back! It's time for me to shine unlike last time

Dr_Jekyll sighs a bit

Hopefully my luck will change! Godmother Marietta, I can't wait much longer!!

Without question I expect to see a lot of New York folks participating in this.  I personally would like to see them succeed and win several of these contests.

"We will not be taking crude entries, so just leave those out, thanks.

That's a shame, I will have to alter my ode to Don Sidious now. 

~T~

Marietta, these competitions look amazing. Ill be sure to enter as many as I can. I also am hoping that my city will be entering these competitions aswell. Your crazy week last times was amazing and I loved every minute of it so this one should be even more amazing.

*Smiles when he hears the news and walks out into the street*

I remember reading in my fathers notes about the last time this happened. he was lucky enough to win a cold 1 mil and spend it at the casino the same day. I SHALL win something muahaha

*unwraps a cigar and smells it.. while putting it in his mouth and chewing on the end*

*Il Siciliano is confused*

I am sorry, but, I am very interested in this suit competition to show how I cool down in this sweltering heat.

*steps forward a little more out of a shadow*

As you can see, I've started wearing a cassock with a white collar the same as any Priest with the Bible under my arm and underwear. The Police have no problem, they think I am raising money for a new roof.

*Shakes the Bible now in his hand*

And, they never see a gun. And will never question why I am holding it. I digress, my point is: Am I still a candiate for entry ?

*Il Siciliano places the Bible under his arm, gently matches each palm and says*

May the lord be with us.

Hmmm a Don in a bathing suit.. oh what the heck, it's crazy week after all.. Oh and by visiting all those cities I got pretty hot anyways.. how convenient ! What a show you guys put on, if I didn't know any better you would be actors... but ha! our thing pays better.

Awesome to see you throwing such a thing together once again.

Detroit Rock City - what can I say - does Detroit rock or what! 

Many thanks to all the hard-working people in Detroit who are helping to make this crazy dream a reality - you are alle AWESOME!

Ode to a leader - hmmmm- now what rhymes with Rourke ...pork? fork?

 spork?!!?  Dork!

Oooooo - the possabilities are endless!!

*DJ whips out his "mightier than the sword" special writing implement and prepares to get BIZZY!

Oh i shall be looking forward to this. Another fun week in store for me, cant wait

Hades chuckles

Ahhh, an excellent venture once again straight from the heart of motor city!

I look forward to the festivities and creative outputs this will bring to our world. With all the troubles and problems we deal with day to day, those who strive to achieve harmony which helps improve our business ventures should be honoured and given the thanks they deserve! A sincere thank you to all those behind this latest event.

*Removes the Cassock, now showing his boxers and white collar with Bible still firmly tucked under his arm. He throws the robe down to the floor*

New York is hot!

Marietta walks onto the streets, a skip in the old lady's step as she jumps onto a set of stairs in front of PedroRourke's headquarters. She's pretty sure she heard he fell asleep at his desk in his office last night, and had plans to use the yelling and cheering to wake him up. What a good Godmother she was.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" she shouted, pretty sure that by the end of the week her voice would be completely gone from all the yelling.

"We are just about ready to start our DETROIT JAIL BIRDS CONTEST! That's right! A few cops on my payroll are going to turn a blind eye to our activities today, so that we can have some good ol' fashioned fun! From 15:00 to 20:00 jails will be running in Detroit for all citizens of the underworld to cash in on!"

"AND THAT'S NOT ALL! Remember that every hour starting at 15:00, we will be drawing names from a hat for the chance to win 1 million dollars! You must be actively criming in Detroit city limits half an hour before each drawing for it to count!"

Marietta looks towards Rourke and Edward and nods, watching the two discreetly walk towards the largest Detroit jail with suitcases of money for the guards.

"Without further ado, Mafiosi- BREAK BREAK BREAK! Remember, first drawing for 1 million dollars is at 16:00!"

Marietta walks through the crowd, passing out fliers about the current drug market it the Motor City.

Marietta drags Edward onto the streets with her. She is jumping for joy in excitement. He looks less than thrilled to have been made her magician's assistant for the moment.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS TIME FOR OUR FIRST ONE MILLION DOLLAR DRAWING!" she crows, clapping her hands in glee. Marietta was truly insane.

Turning next to Rourke, he dutifully holds out a hat filled to the brim with names of people inside the Detroit City Limits. Mobsters only, of course!

"I am about to draw out first name," Marietta said with a smirk, delicately swirling her hands around the scraps of paper. At last she feels one that feels, well, *right*, and pulls it out. Reading the name upon it she nods and smiles even wider.

"Edward, do the honors if you please!"

At that Edward sighed and heaved a briefcase into his arms. Opening it up, it revealed hundreds, no, thousands- no- ONE MILLION DOLLARS in cold hard cash. The crowd oohed and ahhhhed. At least, it did in Marietta's mind.

"And our first winner of the Motor City Jail Birds, taking home the 16:00 prize of one million dollars is..."

"Fire! Congratulations on your money! Spend it wisely!"

Edward walks over and dumps the briefcase in Fire's arms and grumbles a bit.

"Now everyone, back to the jail!" Marietta calls, waving her hands. "And don't forget that our next drawing is at 17:00!"

Marietta steps onto the streets once more, still as crazy as ever. She is once more accompanied by Edward holding a suitcase of, what is assumed to be, one million dollars, and Rourke, holding his fedora gleefully. The crowd can see names in the hat, stuffed to the brim, and they all begin to get excited.

"ALRIGHT!" Marietta calls, clapping her hands together. "Let us waste NO TIME! The second winner, of the 17:00 one million dollar drawing, issssss..."

Turning to Rourke she quickly pulls a name out of the hat and smiles broadly as she reads it.

"JamaicanMob_Marley! Congratulations on your ONE MILLION DOLLAR PRIZE! Don't spend it all in one place, now!"

Edward once more walks forward and bestows the suitcase of cash upon JamaicanMob_Marley, who almost faints as they look at the amount.

"Lets get back to breaking, folks! And remember, there are two more drawings at 18 and 19 o'clock! Stay active within Detroit and you will have the chance to WIN!"

Marietta grabs Edward and Rourke by the elbows, taking them back to the Castle to reconvene before the next announcement.

Marietta, Rourke and Edward took to the streets for the third time that evening. With a smile, the Godmother gestured to Rourke who promptly held forward the hat full of names with a sexy pose. Oh Rourke, what a card!

Holding up her finger the crowd fell silent, crowding in closer and with intense excitement.

"Alright," Marietta said, without her trace of earlier yelling. "Time to announce our third winner, our 18:00 one million dollar winner! And the winner is..."

She dug around in the hat for a few minutes, causing the crowd to groan in frustration and begin to egg her on. With a smile she extracted a single name, read it off and paused.

"Edward, will you please hand the suit case over to our winner Aiden_Connor! Congratulations! Go buy yourself a brand new automobile!"

The crowd clapped politely and Edward struggled with the suitcase for a moment before allowing Aiden_Connor to take it.

Marietta held up her hands for silence.

"Reminder... we only have ONE more drawing left at 19:00. Be active and be criming- and be ready to win!"