The shots rang through Vegas a city that was known for the gambling partying and prostitutes had a dark underground that had been awoken in the middle of the dessert lay the bodies of a select few known Las Vegas mobsters.

The news quickly flew city to city about the murders everyone looked for answers. Later that day Lady Lucrezia took to the streets followed by a few of her trusted bodyguards the crowd gathered as her speech began.

As you can see today Las Vegas has lost a few of those high up in the chain of command. I come here to give the reasons so their kin can rest knowing why their parents died.

When it comes to Don handlebarz simply the heads across each city did not trust him and simply he was a man we did not want to work with as we grow across this great country , I hope he rests well this was nothing personal just strictly business.

Now may his kin sleep soundly knowing it was purely a move of common interest.

Lucrezia stepped from the streets and let her words sink in with the crowd 

They were certainly a strong family given the obits.  

Least they didn't have a "bus accident" or a "flu issue" so thats good to know.

Maybe in the future LV can take care of their own business next time. I mean if they had fired atleast one shot maybe i could care about the rest, bust its sad i cannot. AS they could lift their pistol. I see how things are running in Sin City thats for sure!

Porkchop;

Least they didn't have a "bus accident" or a "flu issue" so thats good to know.

These are serious issue that we face in our world, its not a thing to take lightly or to have a facetious tone towards it. Real issues, facing real people. These epidemics and out breaks happen all the time, sometimes its horrendous luck, just like the bus other times, like the "Flu issue" we did this would a great service; imagine a flu outbreak of that magnitude across all our fair cities, it would be catastrophic. 

so for that, you're welcome.

I agree on that. Seems when certain bloodlines happen to be around these " crazy things " happen when in all the ages they never have. Must be some weird science shit going on since its new around here lately. We are in a odd state in this "new world". I better run to get my shots and make sure I have life insurance.

RIP handlebarz and family... whoever you all may be...

Tyrion is right, you can't say we got rid of you because basically we don't like you or trust you. Then say it's not personal. That is the definition of something being personal in my eyes.

If someone told me they killed me because they don't trust or like me, I would take that personal. In fact, my long lost ancestors were in the same position as the fallen handlebarz currently is and several generations of my fallen ancestors took vengeance against the people and factions who killed him.

I will say vengeance and revenge is sweet in the moment, but it can eat up your soul. The blood and tarnish it can bring to your family name can last generations and even outcast you. Then the only jobs and roles you can easily acquire are that of the town drunk at best. It can ruin the innocence of this world and make it very harsh and unforgiving.

Some say blood shall have blood, others say blood shall not have blood. Some would say you are more resilient than most for being able to handle a situation without seeking revenge. Others would say you are weak and a coward for not standing up for yourself.

Is the sins of the father or mother ever truly washed away by a new beginning and new life? Or does the diary of our ancestors past we keep with us always there to sway not only how we see this world but also how the people in this world see you?

I dare say that those in power can say whatever they want, and do what they want when it comes to a take down or a war. Its irrelevant really if its legit, if it pisses people off or if its utter bullshit or if it doesn't make sense. That's just the point, they can play it however they see fit, just like you have the freedom to listen and to give your thoughts.

Rightly or wrongly, this is just the way it works and it should be the way it works, if I agree or disagree to this is utterly irrelevant. At some point in time we all have to answer for our actions, tis the nature of the beast. But if im currently in power and I want to come out here and say; "I killed you all because you looked at my dog like a bit of meat" then I will and I can. Weather that's excepted or not, it doesn't really matter because I simply CAN.

It can be all kinda' hypocrisy but those are the reasons, I am in power. If that draws unwanted attention, then it does, but it still doesn't take away from the fact that, im in power and if I want to make up anything to justify it, I can.

MDMA stepped out of the shadows...covered in blood...stumbling...he took a swig from his flask and wreaked of whiskey...he'd just finished burying his father..

I take nothing personal. At the end of the day, my father was just the victim of a crime inspired from fear. I believe people are afraid of what they do not know, and I cannot blame them for that. He earned his position and led a family of youthful and motivated gangsters..some might say the best in Vegas. But like I said, at the end of the day, it really means nothing since the only hope of actual progress is now gone and I will try my best to do my father proud.

Eliminating a threat to your existence and power isn't a bad thing...but killing young, motivated, and aspiring gangsters that are not even made men? THAT, is a bad...DISGUSTING fucking thing to do. I don't care if you pulled the trigger on my father...but if you pulled the trigger on someone  who wasn't even made...and was wearing the tag of my father's family when there was a "protection order" on these innocent men and women...words cannot describe the kind of shit that you are. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

That is all.

And remember...stay classy.

MDMA took a swig of his flash and returned to the shadows.

Insane steps into another episode of as the world turns. At lest it was not about a bus on fire, coffee shop meeting or some trumped up false logs. But nevertheless, it reeks of bullshit by the same old stale lineage that is driven by fear and fear alone.

Tips my hat to MDMA

Rosie left her hiding place behind the crowd and searched for the drunk man with dirt under his fingernails. She was so surprised to hear his speech that she let him slip into the shadows before her wits came back to her. Her mother said his father was always a good lurker, and wondered if that was a hereditary trait. But she followed her nose behind a dumpster and found him there, still trying to drink out of an empty flask. Her eyes watering from the stench of drying blood and cheap whiskey, she pulled his arm around her shoulders and slowly dragged him to a diner to find some coffee. 

Finally seated in a booth, she flagged a waitress and ordered him a full breakfast and lots of coffee for both of them. She took her handkerchief and wiped off his face, and put the warm coffee mug in his hands.

You don't know me, but I, too, just buried my beloved mother. Your father was kind to her, and she gave him loyalty and hard work in return. I know they all had great dreams for the future, something new immigrants don't always get a chance to work towards. Your Da gave new blood and hungry thugs work and a fair shake. Their kin won't forget that. I know the future seems bleak, but I have no desire to go back to the factories and tenements of New York and live in squalor. I will remember what your father did, and always keep that glimmer of hope in my heart.

Rosie wiped his nose again, wondering if the fact that his eyes where rolling back in his head meant he hadn't heard a word of her story. She sipped her coffee, and wrote a little note on a napkin and placed a single chocolate egg on top of it. 

"Never forget the Eazy Dayz of Sunshine and the Queen of the Noobs."

The waitress came back, and after asking if they needed anything else, left a check. Watching as she disappeared back to the kitchen, Rosie gasped, remembering that she didn't have one penny to her name thanks to the funeral expenses. She propped MDMA up carefully, hoping he would drink some coffee at least before they called the cops, and sped off to the back door and was once again lost in the streets, a nameless nobody with big dreams.

R.I.P

SCS

F THA FREEWORLD

AND F U IF U AGAINST ME

IDAGF ABOUT THIS SHIT NO MORE

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