To first understand just how impressive an achievement it was for young (old) Aurora made it to this landmark birthday we must first look back on her upbringing and development.

Her mother, Tatiana, was taken from us prematurely whilst Aurora was still an infant. "OLD CRONE DIES IN SHOOTING, HANDSOME MAN SUSPECTED" the papers read that next day. And it was true.

Aurora spent the next few years trying her hand at various criminal activities. She started off by loitering. Boy did she loiter. In parks, on public highways, alleyways, outside bars, libraries, she did the lot. Old people shook in fear whenever they had to walk past Loitering Lizzy (Aurora went by this moniker whilst loitering). It was only after 6 months when she realised that there wasn't much money in loitering, and whilst it was a criminal offense she was hardly setting the underworld alight, she decided to move on to harder things.

"KEEP OFF THE GRASS" the sign said. "Fuck that" Aurora said. And so her next career began. Bermuda Grass, St Augustine Grass, Zoysia, Fescues, Bents, Ryegrasses and Meadow Grasses, none were safe from Auroras mighty standing. "Get off my grass" people would shout. But she didn't. She was a bad ass. The thrill of standing on grass you weren't supposed to soon wore off though, and the lack of monetary gain from such an activity was something that grated on Aurora's very person.

After sitting in her back garden and pondering this problem she took the obvious careerial (I like making up words) progression. Crack Cocaine. She sold it by the bucket load. Men, women, children, OAP's, dogs, horses, emu's, she sold it to the lot of them. Finally her criminal career was taking off.

It was then that she was noticed by a member of the Mafia. Marietta was eating in a restaurant one day when she looked out of the window. In a park, up against a wall, standing on grass, was a woman selling cocaine openly and brashly to a group of teenager s. She had obviously overcharged them as the wad of cash she held in her hands was far larger than would usually change hands in a personal transaction such as this. "I wonder who that is?" Marietta thought to herself over her ravioli et tu brute.

After a week or so of following Auroras movements Marietta sent someone to speak to her.

"Oi, what you doing?" The shadowy figure asked politely, in a perfect English accent that many Americans actually found quite charming and commented on quite regularly in shops.

"Never you mind you..." Aurora stopped midsentence. Who was this amazingly handsome and so obviously intelligent and talented man that had stopped to ask her of her activities? "... Oh why hello there." Aurora tried to wink.

"What on earth was that?" Aurora had screwed up the entire left side of her face and blinked right at the mysteriously attractive yet dangerously rugged gentlemen.

"I'm sorry, I always get this way around handsome giants." She blushed in the darkness. "How tall would you say you were? 6 foot 6 inches?"

"Did you just blush?" The stranger inquired. "In fact never mind that. Just answer my initial question." He irritatedly shouted.

"I'm selling cocaine to that frightened student over there." Aurora replied sadly.

"Come with me. The boss wants to see you."

And from that day on Aurora was a part of this thing of ours.

Aurora held many positions on her way to being RHM to Marietta. Pot washer, potato peeler, cattle rustler, and many other positions that are more commonly found within the mafia that are too numerous to mention. So when the day came when Marietta finally promoted her to her most trusted position it was an emotional moment.

"There you go." Marietta had said on that most glorious, wondrous days.

"Cheers." Aurora had said, her eyes radiating happiness.

And that was that. Aurora served and lived happily in Detroit for a long happy period, one that people greater than me can expand on no doubt, until the time came that she was ready to take the plunge and run her own City. It was time to put Las Vegas back on the map. 'Godmother' Aurora was going to make changes.

BrianRourke was floundering. Grin had seen this picture painted many times before: Idiot tries to look impressive - fails. Still, he was ever a friend to man mountain BrianRourke, so after that three mile journey through his shadow, he jumped to the aide of the flailing beast.

Changes you say Brian? You're god damn right changes had to be made. Las Vegas was in need of rebuilding and it needed a builder with a beautiful face to rebuild the beautiful crime network, naturally. I know what you're all thinking "You weren't alive then Grin, how could it be you?" Oh no friends, kind, but no. The new Godmother, alas, wasn't herself blessed of great beauty, but she did what she could with what she had. For example, she painted her peg leg a quaint mauve, so whilst it continued to clack across the Vegas strip; it did so in a non-offensive colour.

Click, tap, click, tap. Capt. Arrrrrrrrora was desperate for change but since she had spent her teenage years blundering pieces of eight of the coast of Detroit on The Good ship Riot, feeding crackers to her enormous parrot BrianRourke while imagining life as a landlubber.

What? You're never heard that she was actually a Pirate? You reckon she was in the Mafia? What bullshit has FeathersRourke been feeding you?

So anyway, she'd been let off the ship to plunder Las Vegas but she wanted to establish some roots here. The life at sea had grown tiresome; you can only tolerate Brian relentless chirping 'burger' 'burger' 'burger' on your shoulder for so long. Still, she knew that the crime network was nothing to make a man quiver in his boots. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrora needed some help to get Las Vegas back to any sort of respectable level and like all good Godmothers she went hunting for assistance.

Enter our beautiful assistant, Tallien. Tallien was that rare breed of man, with an even rarer breed of majesty. Women loved him, men wanted to be him and parrots were insanely jealous of him. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrora knew she had found her first mate and Tallien began about restoring Las Vegas to its former glory. Of course, to the casual observer it may have looked like Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrora brought stability and peace to Las Vegas, but don't be fooled. Behind the gnarled face of Arrrrrrrora, was Tallien's glamorous smile. Behind each brilliant enterprise, Tallien was off stage pulling the strings.

To be fucking honest with you guys, it was Tallien who made Las Vegas. I'd like to tell you carter and mrstupid assisted but they've steadily detracted from the beauty and IQ of Las Vegas as a whole throughout both of their lives.

Yeah. Well done Tallien, congrats on a year.

Grin flashes Brian the wink and the gun. He knew he'd just stolen the show and saved the mammoth idiot as usual. It was hard being the inspiration to so many of the lords and ladies in Las Vegas but Grin was modest enough to know he deserved their adulation. With that Grin swaggered away.

With all that said. Congratulations Godmother Aurora. You've been a pleasure to work with and I'm sure many other feel the same way. Congratulations on reaching your milestone year in the mafia.

Name: Aurora
Rank: Godmother
Home City: Las Vegas
Start Date: Nov 28, '08 06:27

Grassboy puts a keep of the grass sign over his neck, next thing is, Aurora starts chasing him all over the place

HELP! I need somebody!

Ps. Congratulations and Celebrations, your an old fart now! :)

Ah, pirates - gotta love them.

My utmost congratulations, Godmother Aurora, or Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrora as it would seem. A tremendous achievement indeed, especially for one bestowed with a mauve peg leg.

A wonderful story of Cap'n Arrrrrarra's rise to prominence. In many ways, standing on grass and peeling potatoes is like riding a bike. You never forget. She may be hitting the heights now, but she still does both activities with a style and panache that I've yet to see from other grass standers and potato peelers. These days it's all Jimmy Choo heels sinking into - and ruining - the turf and battery operated potato peelers, but there's a certain je ne sais quoi to it. She makes a mean bowl of fries let me tell you. Don't get me started on the pot washing. I had never seen the coating scrubbed off a pot before I joined LV. It was a revelation. As impressive as the northern lights.....no, not the family, the natural wonder. The family are ok too right enough.

What's my point? Congratulations Aurora! The grass, pots and potatoes of this world wouldn't be the same without you. It's the small things that matter and you add to them in abundance!

Congratulations on all your achievements, Godmother. You are truely an inspiratiobn to Crime Lords everywhere.

Oderus jaywalks across the street, openly and spitefully, spitting in the face of the law

Congratulations Godmother Aurora. You have always helped me in anyway I needed and I am greatful as are my ancestors. I wish you a great day and you are an inspiration to many.

Nikolai hands Aurora a glass of the famous Russian Vodka

Congrats, Ma'am!

Drinks are on you?

Fatality walks up to the God Mother of LV, with stories of their families intertwined past still vivid in his head from when Grandma Marietta use to put him to bed after a mischievous day. 

We go so far back, I remember when Grand Pa would hang around with Tatiana. Ah the stories that were told the times that were had. And then my father got to know you so well in his ventures, after the sad demise of your mum (God D that unknown suspect). Father always spoke very highly of you, always applauded your decisions. And then of course Grandma Marietta filled in the rest of the stories. 

Takes a little tap on the shoulder from the GM Aurora. 

And look at this fine city now! From ashes to the colossal that is today.

Looks over at Grin and tips his hat. 

Congrats on the nice work Grin! OH I mean GM Aurora

Fearing a little itch in Aurora's finger, runs into the nearest shadow, which as it so happens was behind Grin. 

Johnny said it! Drinks are on the Godmother!

Does that mean she'll let me win in her casino? I always lose :(

Congratulations, you made it a year, I wish you nothing but the best. Good luck on the second year!

Congrats Godmother, Im thrilled beyond words to see you drink alot today in celebration of this excellent event. Ill have Corky pick up your tab.

Congratulations Godmother.  A noble, and deserved, achievement indeed.

The 'SuBo Does Burlesque' Christmas Calendar shall be delivered as an anniversary gift.  I hope it excites you as much as it does I.

Despite what _Ragnarok_ says, I won't be picking up that tab. Hell, I can barely keep my own tongue in my mouth, let alone manage money.  What I can offer though is a fresh bottle of paste and my favorite baseball, coated with dried saliva and covered in bite marks.

Corky leaves the items in the TNL mailbox, since his hockey helmet disturbs the guard dogs, meaning he needs to stay a good 50 yards from the HQ at all times.

Congratulations Godmother! I look forward to our next game of 'Kick the retard' to further celebrate this occasion!

What an extremely entertaining and highly accurate story of Aurora's life. Thank you for taking the time to regale us, the general public, with the story of a shooting star that is our Las Vegas Godmother.

Aurora, congratulations on your anniversary today. It is something that few people will experience in their lifetime (let alone bloodline), and yet you stand before us, still as magnificent and beautiful as the day I met you. (Could've done with a few more years of braces, though, darling.)

Very well done, milady. Keep lifting Las Vegas to bigger and better heights- you've done one hell of a job so far!

It is an honour to see such an amazing lady achieve such a deserving honour.

During your time in Detroit and then leadership of Las Vegas, you have shown qualities and ability that most could only dream of. I have been lucky enough to work along side you on many different business ventures, all of them leaving me with a higher opinion on you and your associates. It has always been a pleasure and I hope and believe it will continue to be for a long time to come.

Congratulations again Dearest Aurora. Words simply don't do this achievement justice, but I've never been one afraid of leaving a charming young lady disappointed. Enjoy the celebration, you earned it!

Dearest Godmother, Las Vegas is a glittering example of industry and fantasy, brightened by you and the Northern Lights. Here's to you and another year of prosperity and joy. (and grass standing)

Much respect to you and Congratulations, I raise my glass to you