Il Mafioso Della Notte

After the bloodstained streets of Philadelphia cleared i have come to railize i have lost interest in this world we have created. I woke up to find myself burried alive without a note explaining my fate. I had invested too much time and effort to simply become a statistic for reasons i fail to understand. For those of you i have had the pleaseure to deal with including my former family members and friends it has been a pleasure. I hope to be re-united with you some time in the future.

Goodnight xx

even though i dont know you but let the best of luck aid you through your journey

Soupster, the reasons have been explained thouroughly by both sides of the war. What was it you failed to understand? Maybe I can explain it to you.

Soupster, I know your now dead and your son could be out there. I hope he finds himself a good family like you did.

Sneakyrat listens to Soupsters speach and has something to say... "Soupster... ah, soupster... i dont know who your father was... but i myself had a grandfather who died in the Chicago fall. He was Capo at the time, and gave plenty of time and effort in his family... but you see... it's the price to pay in this thing of ours. When you sign to a family, you have to follow it... 'til the very end. And if it does end, then it ends... the best we can do is tell our sons to continue on and try to do better than we did. It's the way we play the game here in the streets. Never-the-less... i wish you well... and if you do change your mind... you are welcome here."

-Sneak!

KingBenny listens carefully to the words of Soupster

To Soupster's point though I do not think it was right the way his father was treated either. Was it really neccesary to bury him alive? Couldn't they have at least killed him first before tossing shovelfuls of dirt on the guy's head?

King Rourke happens to pass by when he hears Soupster speaking intrigued he continues to listen.

Rourke notices PrincePauperRourke walking on the street. CourtJesterRourke peers down and places his ear on top of a corpse, hoping to hear the sounds of the dead. Rourke watches from a distance, hoping to see some sort of vicious necrophilia to sketch and add to his personal collection. People had been defacing the corpse of BrianRourke for some time and Rourke enjoyed watching from a park bench and drawing their intimate encounters with the whale-sized man. He planned on one day opening an art shop of his own where he would be able to sell pictures to those with discriminating tastes. PeonRourke continued to stand there, his ear pressed firmly against Soupster's stomach. Rourke approached the man.

My good man, pray tell why arst thou keeping so close to this dead body there? Clearly he has been dead for some while.

LowestClassRourke continued to stand there, waiting for a reply from the dead. Maybe he was waiting to hold a seance later? Rourke was unsure of the connection here, but knew something was amiss. Rourke watched SlaveRourke pinch off a few hairs from the top of Soupster's head, no doubt to use in some sort of hair doll back in his house; a personal shrine no doubt erected to the bloated body of Soupster. Rourke shoved the man backwards and started again:

Sir, I do believe the dead cannot speak! What are you looking for?

Again, WhiteTrashRourke had no reply for Rourke. Rourke pulled out a gun and leveled it in the man's face.

Maybe now you'd like to tell me what's going on?

Emoretti notices the space where his former family member once stood and notes to himself.

If a man cannot stand tall throughout then the man does not deserve to stand at all.

Soupster, I hope your son is out there somewhere and becomes a better man than yourself.