TheNihilist made his way out into the streets to make a short announcement. He had had a terribly busy day (or two? He couldn't remember), he had more shit on his plate than the fat cousin at thanksgiving. But he was finally able to make time to get out on the streets and formally present La Fratellanza Oscura to the public. Of course, TsuDhoNimh had already made an announcement. But being a man of old values, TheNihilist would not have been able to call himself a leader had he not made an appearance of his own.

Sorry I am a bit late to the party here, gang. Recovering from the recent war and helping to rebuild Brooklyn and all of New York has taken the brunt of my time since Faceman's unfortunate fall.

But better late than never, they say. Dunno who they are, but they say that. And other things, like eat your vegetables and brush your teeth. Doesn't make sense to me, you're gonna die regardless so who cares about proper digestive function or dental hygiene?

Getting off topic, sorry folks.

Anyway, thanks to an unfortunate 1% shot by the mass murderer AlbertoTomba, my sweet Harry has fallen. And like my ancestors before me, I have been forced to step into a position I did not wish to hold. But duty calls, and in New York's time of need I've stepped up and done what was asked of me. Borkers and Tsu have been very good to me, better than many have in a while, and I am very thankful for that. They have given me the opportunity to grow as a person, and now to grow as a leader, and I will do everything in my ability to repay them.

With the help of three lovely ladies, Jamala, Shelby, and Amypond (when she is no longer jailbait) I intend to tackle New York head on, and do my part to make it one of the best cities in recent memory. Revitalizing the sorry state of the business district is a high priority. I have a great group of people with me and I know they will all assist me in this desire. 

I'd also like to take a moment and thank our friends in Las Vegas and Chicago, for their hard work in the war effort and also their blessing in my authorization.

I guess that about sums it up. I'd stay and babble a bit longer but I really do have a metric assload of things on my plate at the moment. 

Hail Sithis.

"Oh sure, now, NOW you go make your speech. I think you're a bit late, boss," Amy replied into the phone. "Fine, yeah. I'll be there. I'm on my way right now. Don't forget to be polite," she snickered as she hung up. She hadn't known him for long, but her mother's journals were right about how much she would enjoy harassing him. 

Amy arrived just in time, and took a seat next to some of her fellow crew members as TheNihilist began. She tried to pay attention, she really did. But he rambled, and her attention was easily diverted. It wasn't her fault really. She perked up a bit when her boss made a comment about Alberto killing Faceman. She made a small tsk'ing sound and shook her head at Alberto. "Shame."  The pained expression on his face almost made her feel bad, but luckily she didn't have much in the way of feelings. The gun malfunction and war clearly had an impact on everyone left behind. 

"Oh! Oh! There are those courtesy words!!" she said excitedly as she nudged Sparkle-Pony, afraid the magnificent creature would miss it. Man, was she sparkly. She finally stopped staring and returned her attention to the speech, wrinkling her nose as he mentioned her name. Amy had a bit of growing up to do before she'd be of any help.

Thankful she'd made it to the end of the speech without much incident, she stood up and made her way over to TheNihilist. "I have to say, my lineage has had a rather high opinion of yours and the times they've worked together. I'm not really sure what that's all about, but you've got some high fucking standards to live up to, and I'm here to ensure you do that. And to keep your ego from suffocating everyone."

"Really, I know you're going to do good here. For whatever reason, I trust you. I trust that you're going to do everything in your power to build the city up. Don't let me down!" Amy slugged him in the arm awkwardly before giving him a quick side hug. Yeah, she had a bit of growing up to do. For now, she needed to find that pony.

Did TheNihilist fucking make me look bad in front a crowd from a fucking soap box just there?
 
AlbertoTomba felt sad and almost broke down in tears, hung his head and when the following pause never seemed to end, he gathered all strength he got to dare to look up.. When he did look up, he looked around him, as maybe he didn't hear right, or people wouldn't really..

He immediately felt all eyes on him. And well, that AmyPond look said it all, really..

He recovered a little whilst Amy told TheNihilist off in her reaction on his way too late speech... He decided this would be the way things worked in Trolls Я Us, so he took a breath and stepped up.

Thank you, TheNihilist, lovely speech, he said sarcastically.

He paused.. Just too long to make it a comfortable pause..

He was still pausing..

Just when everyone thought this speech was over, he resumed:

So you say TsuDhoNimh and Borkers helped you grow as a person? I have a dilemma on how to react on that really, should I question what you were before if this was actually the improved, grown version of you.. or should I mention how long the road still is?

He smiled at TheNihilist, sat down and knew he had landed in a great family.

"Ugh what was it I was suppose to be doing today?"  she said to herself as she yawned and stretched. Sparkle Pony couldn't remember, so she just shrugged and went to eat breakfast.  While she was munching on some delicious daisies, she noticed a note from the ever sexy AmyPond.

Sparkles,

Cuntku  TheNihilist has that speech, thing he told us about last minute. 

Don't make me go alone.

-Amy

 "Oh shit, that's right.  I'm going to be late!"  Leaving her breakfast for later, Pony galloped off  meeting AmyPond  to support their boss, and listen to his, she was sure would be, important speech.    She trotted up and nudged AmyPond, only mississing a little bit of what had been said.  She was tired and was having difficulty focusing, all she could think about was breakfast.  When she managed to actually pay attention she heard her new boss speak of "building with the help of Jamala, Shelby, and AmyPond."

"Oh good!  He doesn't actually need me!  I can go back to eating daisies, gum drops, sugar cubes and drinking rainbows.  I can just go about and continue to be fabulous."  As she trotted away, shaking her mane,  she thought that perhaps she should have gone up and congratulated him, but she's sure there is no way he missed a pony amongst the crowd, and knowing she was there would totally be good enough for him.

Drunky pukes in a trash can as he sees the scene ensuing.  He steps to the forefront of the crowd....

"thenihilist - you are someone that I certainly hold in high regard in these parts.  I wish you the best, and I know you'll do great.  Please accept my sincerest congratulations."  

Drunky grimaces and nods before he pulls a flask out from his back pocket and takes a deep swig.

FuegoSteve just got done congratulating Gravitio and realized he didn't congratulate his other amigo, TheNihilistio. His friends loved their nicknames. Fuego saw the same woman from the previous announcement that Gravitio made. This time her hair wasn't did. He noticed a business partner in attendance as well, Alberto. Alberto made the best suits and Fuego was always taken by the great work the man did. Fuego turned his head... he thought he heard galloping. Like as if someone was riding a horse to the occasion. 

It was a HORSE, expect no one was riding the beautiful steed. This horned pony sat next to the woman who didn't have her hair did yet. How could an animal that size sit next to a human? In a chair... Oh well. It was a first for everything it seemed. He did just witness a new auth wearing the shortest of shorts you could possible wear.

"Senor TheNihilistio, its a pleasure to see your linage get auth again. I trust that you're in good hands with all the senoritas working around you. However, I would not trust a horse that can sit in a chair. That is some shady mierda right there. Congrats amigo!"

Walking down the streets of New York, showing off my diamond encrusted shorts and striped sports jacket, I see a hubbub of people crowding outside some big gates. Looking at the grandeur of the building, I decide this is probably where I am supposed to be and join the back of the crew. Sure enough, I get a glimpse of TheNihilist and manage to capture the last of his speech. Joining in with everyone else, I raise my hands, praise the good lord Fuego Christ, and cheer along with the majority of the crowd.

Walking through the crowd, I manage to catch up with AmyPond. Taking her hand, I give her a twirl and show her my new shorts. As she goes a brighter shade of red and is about to faint, I spot the fated crew leader himself and embrace him with one of my legendary man hugs. Clearly in awe of my personal hygiene, and perhaps having a little bit of a man crush on me, TheNihilist manages to splutter a sentence.

"Gra...Grav....ity, I didn't think you would accept my humble invitation, it's so good to see you here, let's get a drink!"

Looking a bit bemused with his response, I dutifully accept his request. As we walk to the headquarters, I grab the arm of AmyPond, and pull her along for the drink also, to the obvious disappointment of TheNihilist.

TheNihilist was enjoying some alone time with his lovely spouse, AmyPond, when they were abruptly interrupted by a heathen in briefs. He grabbed Amy by the hand and twirled her around, making her dizzy and she turned a sickly shade of magenta. She clearly wasn't much of a dancer, as her top-heavy stature prevented much in the way of grace.

Gravity embraced TheNihilist in a hug that was obviously on the homoerotic side, and TheNihilst was certain he felt a little poke against his leg. The man was wearing so much cologne that it made Nihilist choke and cough; he could barely even speak after being so close. The scent attacked him relentlessly and he had to pry himself free of the awkward embrace.

"Gra...Grav....ity, I didn't think you would be able to make it, it's so good to see you here, let's get a drink!"

As they agreed to head down the road for a drink, Gravity grabbed Amypond in a totally uncool, borderline rapey way, and made her follow along. Poor Sparkle-Pony was left alone to the unnatural whims and desires of FuegoSteve.

Seeing my long lost friend was really quite a treat, especially with the history my blood line and his have shared over the years. However, there was no real explanation for him constantly trying to push body parts into my personal space. At first I think it's merely a mistake, an awkward touch, but with repeated leg movements in my general private area, I pull away whilst looking quite disturbed. Realising that it is unfair to use AmyPond as my human shield I see her off to her magical Pony, who also looked familiar, and decide to brave the bar once more with TheNihilist.

Whilst at the bar, I signal for the barkeep to come over and order two of the house beer drafts. Whilst waiting for the drinks, I catch a glimpse of TheNihilist looking at my arms, followed by squeezing them as hard as he can.

"Wow Gravity, I didn't know you worked out so much! Next time you hit the gym you should give me a call", said TheNihilist in a weird, soft manner, whilst looking me up and down.

With a nervous laugh and a quick swig of my drink, I try and look around the bar to find someone I at least vaguely knew to put between me and my admirer. With a last grasp look around the bar, I notice a young gangster that I barely knew.

"Fred, Frank.....ermmmmm, Francis. Yeah Francis, come and join us for a drink", I say in a pleading manner.

The young Chicago gangster obliges, presumably more because of my rank, than us actually being close. Moving down so Francis can stand between myself and TheNihilist, I see an expressing on TheNihilist's face can only be described as a child about to throw a tantrum.