OneShot rarely walked the streets at night. In fact, he rarely walked the streets at all. But since he was in Philly, he was
searching for a good late night joint to get a Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich. What he saw instead in the distance was a cardboard box wide open with a body plopped out on the pavement. At first glance it looked like another sleeping bum, but to his surprise it was his fellow brother Revan, DEAD.

His legs and arms were spawled out like a starfish on the sidewalk. Empty bottles of booze and broken glass scattered around his body and his mouth was open with flies hovering around it. Clearly his beard was not shaved for days. What was gripped tightly in his dirt encrusted hands and filthy nails was a lottery ticket with the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. What kind of person picks the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6?! Clearly him. Clearly.

This wasn't your lucky day my brother. The City of Angels mourn you. I will avenge your death...sometime this week.

This is a tragedy that affects us all.  Revan was the Dalai Lama of Cosa Nostra. He was the chosen one. The one who would lead us out of the Dark Ages and into the Enlightenment.

I, too, will avenge his death. But first I am going to go find a sandwich. Perhaps OneShot would like to join me.

OneShot stands over Revan's mangled body with FlyingPig and nods. The stench from Revan's body smelled oddly of booze, urine, and baby powder while cookie crumbs scattered all over his velvet suit.

He carefully steps over Revan's body and walks with FlyingPig down the dark street. He points with his cane towards the soft glow of a twenty four hour diner which wafted smells of grilled steak.

 As they sat solemnly in the booth, he finally agreed and said, " Revan was inside of all of us. Everytime we felt a twitch or some kind of odd shudder of disgust or goosebumps, that was him. Alas, this is the life we chose, the life we lead. There is only one guarantee, none of us will understand the ways of the Cosa Nostra as he did."

Misery looks down at Revan and wipes a tear from her cheek. This simply isn't right. She quietly picks up his mangled body uncaring of the stench and looks up at the people around her.

Revan was a caring person that worked very hard for my family, and I held him in high regards. Misery looks down at him and shakes her head. As she quickly turns and carries Revan's corpse back to the HQ for a proper burial.

A poor man's MattGondano.

Blasphemy.

You're right.

He was well below MattGondano's standards.

Not even in the same league.

Dom rounds the corner on her way to the coffee shops and is struck by a horrible, yet familiar, smell.  Gagging and choking, she stops and begins to look around for the source. 

Noticing an array of flowers & notes scattered around some box, she detects that the smell is coming from there.  She inches closer to get a better look at this impromptu shrine and kept seeing the name "Revan".  She knew that smell was familiar! Death, and Revan. 

Tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she hangs her head and shakes her head. She had heard rumors throughout the night, but hadn't seen any proof that it was true.  Wiping her eye, she wasn't going to cry in public, she turns and heads up the street to the coffee shops to seek solace.  And some cookies.    

Singer helps misery take Revan to the destination she had selected.

Dont worry love, Revan and Singer were friends. We met through an accident and i looked out for him and he did I. I hope to see Someone bring back his name.

Prodigy_jr had heard the faint gun shots from his small apartment building.

He had only seen a masked gun man fleeing the scene.

Albundy looks out side and sees am masked man runing ot a dark van. and he runs after him he then sees  poor raven. rip dear reaven.you death eas a great lose

rip revan you were a great man im gonna miss yeh brother

Rest in peace Revan. Memories are priceless.