Nomader, Frag and DLJ managed to take up three pages in a little more than 24 hours, and it took us at least two months to get that much recently. I salute you.

Also, here is how I feel about Fridays.

seisure warning.

At 2/22/08 04:16 PM, Snype wrote: Nomader, Frag and DLJ managed to take up three pages in a little more than 24 hours, and it took us at least two months to get that much recently. I salute you.

Thank you kind sir, how I see it is if theres a good conversation or something then I will be more than happy to contribute to it as much as possible! :D

Also, here is how I feel about Fridays.

Nice, I like them too. :)

seisure warning.

Lawl.

At 2/22/08 04:16 PM, Snype wrote: Also, here is how I feel about Fridays.

You mean you didn't have the entire week previous off?

I'll be responding to peoples later -- I hope you enjoy it, Snype.

Death

Ghost had grown worried. Ghost had heard some troubling news, and he had sent out three members to finish it off. The three he had sent out were some of his favorite members -- his hardest workers. They had never failed him before, and he had confidence they would never do so as long as they lived.

As he thought, Strauss ran in, interrupting his work. "Get out here, now!" he screamed -- Strauss had never spoken to Ghost in such a manner before.

"Excuse me?" questioned Ghost, looking at his subordinate uneasily.

"Ghost, Snype is.... back," Strauss replied quietly. Ghost perked up. "Really? Thank God," he said, relieved that his problems had gone away -- Strauss said nothing and simply let Ghost run to the main hall.

There, he found Snype -- he was in a bodybag, but Nomader was leaning over him -- it looked as though Snype was whispering something. Ghost approached slowly, and the Mafia, now surrounding the scene, made way for him as Nomader stood up.

"There's not much to say, Ghost," said Nomader -- he looked as though he'd actually been crying. Even Ghost had a hard time not reacting when he saw Snype.

"H-hey...," said Snype quietly. He was more pale than usual -- and it was pretty easy to see why. His right leg had been blown off, and fragments of a grenade were still impeded in his left one. His left arm looked as though it had been ripped off, and blood still flowed openly from where his right ear once stood. But worst of all was his final wound -- it was so disgusting, that Ghost had to try not to vomit.

"Triv already administered mild anesthesia to lessen the pain," said Nomader quietly to Ghost. "They fixed him up enough so he could get here alive... the bastards," muttered Nomader, who looked visibly shaken.

Snype, with his remaining hand, motioned for Ghost to get closer. Ghost leaned in, and Snype only said two words.

"Kill me..."

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"Snype, you take left, I'll move right," said Boris, barely above a whisper. "Fragment's heading out in the back -- he'll-" Boris screamed suddenly, a bullet boring right through the center of his head. He fell over in a swift motion, and Snype knew something was going horribly wrong.

"Fucking Asians," muttered Snype -- the Newgrounds Yakuza had set up shop in town, and Ghost sent the three of them (Frag, Boris, and Snype) in to "deal with it".

"Those fucking copycats!" Ghost had screamed hours before, cursing even more under his breath at the "Asian Bastards". "Don't you leave there until you kill every last one!" Ghost had screamed, and then he sent them away fully armed.

Bullets came from, what Snype counted, nine different directions -- Snype shot one of the Yakuza members down, blasting the guy with a shot in between the eyes from his pistol. Before he could celebrate though, he noticed a grenade drop in right next to him. The blast blew away his leg -- blood poured out of the wound, and he had nothing to stop it with.

Another shot from a sniper ripped off Snype's right ear -- he grabbed hold of the remnants, screaming, wishing for the pain to end. And then, as if it couldn't get any worse, another grenade dropped behind the boxes he was hiding behind -- and his left arm took the full brunt of the force -- it was ripped off from the shoulder down.

As he screamed from the pain, he felt his own blood pooling underneath him. He knew that his time had come -- but he refused to accept it.

"Cowards!" he cried, as his remaining hand, trembling now, held his pistol aloft from the ground. "You pieces of shit can't even clean up a cripple!" he exclaimed, laughing -- blood trickled out of his mouth now, and he leaned over to cough it out.

"I see we left one alive," said a woman with a thick Asian accent, now standing over him. Instead of killing him, she spat onto his face -- he was too weak to move his hand to wipe it off. "Still have fight left in you?" she asked, leaning over close to his face. She took out a shiny silver pistol, slowly putting six bullets into the chamber -- all Snype could do now was simply groan in agony. "Look at you...," she whispered quietly into his working ear. "Know what you will die without!" she screamed, making sure he woke up.

She stood up, and aimed at his crotch. "No...," groaned Snype. "P-please...," he muttered, continuing to cough spurts of red from his mouth.

Then she fired. Not just once -- not twice, but six times, all in the same place. And after every shot, the screams became quieter from Snype -- but the tears were just as heavy. "Make sure this one does not die!" she screamed, and in seconds, medical staff attended to Snype -- they bandaged him up, sewed his wounds, and left him in pain.

"Bag him up and send him to that fucker Ghost -- tell him that it's per my compliments." The woman walked away, her heels clacking on the bloody pavement. She spoke loudly to another member -- "Burn the other two."

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Ghost stared down at Snype -- he only nodded. He drew his pistol, and he steadied his hand above Snype. "Do it!" growled out Snype -- it was the loudest he could speak. Ghost took one last deep breath, and fired the shot into Snype's forehead.

Snype was dead.
Fin

This is one of the most disgusting, violent, and psycopathic stories I've ever written. Snype requested a disgusting death, so I gave him the best I could without it becoming truly revolting. I hope you all enjoyed it -- I'm not sure if I'll be continuing this storyline or not, so enjoy!

At 2/22/08 05:50 PM, Nomader wrote: Death

haha, snype dies again.

At 2/22/08 06:13 PM, Strauss wrote:
haha, snype dies again.

Hah! From your way of saying it, I must ask...how many times HAS he died?

Also, I was watching the news yesterday and they did a small piece on Capone, there is an entire vault devoted specificly to this man. They were talking about how he was finally brought down, not by guns, but by taxes. See, he didn't have a bank account so the IRS had no way of knowing how much he made in the way of cash, thus didn't know how much he owed on taxes nor how to take them from him. As all of you know, Capone did alot of illegal thing back in the day, murder, bootlegging alchohol, and various other money making "jobs". So he had mass amounts of cash on hand, for gambling, buying houses, cars, and whatever else he wanted.

So what the IRS did was, they asked the people working at bars, gambling centers, and stores, to keep track of his expenses, they even flew a guy out to South Africa to protect him while the testimonies were taken because Capone kept having the people killed (Lol). So eventually he was taken in for not paying taxes, pretty odd huh?

So just a little tidbit of info I picked up about the Mafia.

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Also, Snype, since your Narcotics and I'm Homicide, want to do a story together? I got a mission about some gang going up in the ranks for sellin' drugs, we need to take 'em down a bit.

Please excuse my absense. I went through major lycanthropic-like changes after some kind of conditions from the Lunar Eclipse a few days ago did something to my genes. It must have been some kind of leak from the EIP (Experiment in Progress) stasis tanks. Raw gene-morphing radiation and other such bad things.

Anyhow, Nomader, good literature. Brings more life here. General's been a bunch of idiots slapping their cocks around the last few days. More than usual, but it'll clear up.

Long-ish posting madness!

At 2/22/08 03:22 PM, DarkLotusJuggalo wrote: Haha, I did notice that but I don't think anyone minds since its chat between two older members and its keeping us on the front page. :)

We try. xP
(... I don't like just writing two words, so I'm putting a bunch in these parentheses to make me feel better.)

Oh, I've done that before.. I didn't figure that out until I got super mad though... yea. :/

I love Windows Vista. It tells me now when I put on Caps Lock. It's like "Hey! Caps lock's on, idiot!" And I go, "My bad." Y'know, that sort of stuff.

Hell yea man, I couldn't get into it since it does nothing for me in the long run but make me waste time and feel like an idiot for freaking out over a game.. I used to play some MMORPGS and well.. I'm glad I don't anymore.

I always refused to pay for my MMORPGs, so I'd play the free ones. Like uh... Maplestory. Man, that game sucked -- it was sort of fun, until they introduced the "Cash Shop" in the game, and then the twelve year olds went, "OMFG i wnt 2 be a bunn3e 4 ester!"

... then the game started to suck.

At 2/22/08 08:47 PM, Kurofelis wrote: Anyhow, Nomader, good literature. Brings more life here. General's been a bunch of idiots slapping their cocks around the last few days. More than usual, but it'll clear up.

I see nothing's changed since I left Newgrounds. :P

I always figured General was the fast-track for getting yourself banned -- you post in one wrong thread, and they do that stupid auto-ban thing where everyone gets a day or so. And it always pissed me off when that happened, so I just stopped going there.

But seriously. Some cool people in there. Tons of annoying twelve year old boys (no offense, Brit) in there too. I'd rather take the clubs.

Just my opinion -- I used to think differently though.

A Red Letter Day - Part one of two, or three or something. Probably two.

"Would you turn that shit off?" asked Ghost abruptly from the back seat. "You're making my ears bleed back here." "Oh, come on. I'll turn it down, that's a good compromise." "You can walk, that's a better compromise." Tangent sighed and reached for the volume knob. "We can listen to what you want in your car." Ghost told him. "Um, my car has two seats, and besides, you never ride with me anyway." "And this is why." Tangent lowered his head and stared blankly at the road from underneath a furrowed brow. "Shaddup, both of you." Boris chimed in. "This is the place."

The jet black Cadillac Sixteen rolled up in front of the mansion, its headlights glinting off of the dark street. "Our newest rivals?" asked Nomad, his arm lazily hanging out the passenger window. "Aye. Kind of ramshackle, but they're armed to the teeth in there. I guess they just know what to spend their money on." Boris answered. "No sense sticking around to get found out, lets get outta here."

Back at the mansion the next day, the group that would be infiltrating were preparing. Snype loaded a set of clips for his G36, Lotus double checked his Colt Whitetailer and made sure his numerous knives were secure in their holsters, Prower slipped his dual-chamber Smith & Wesson Model 500 revolver into the inner pocket of his green vest, and Nomad assembled an M16A2, loading a grenade in the launcher and strapping spare clips to his belt. "M16s are shitty." Snype started a fight. "They use the exact same cartridge as your rifle. Besides, haven't you ever seen Scarface? Tony Montana got the job done, so will I." Nomad shot back. "So you're going to get shot a million times and fall into the lobby fountain?" Snype said, flashing a shit-eating grin. "Hey, fu-" he was cut off. "Alright, everyone ready? Lets go tell Strauss we're off."

The group entered Strauss' office, where they found him sitting in his grand chair, facing the window. "Strauss, we're all set. We'll be leaving at sundown." Strauss said nothing, only kept looking out his window at the garden. "Look at him," Strauss said, talking about the gardener. "His every move and action are perfectly planned out, he knows exactly what to do and how to do it. Every task is completed precisely and quickly, and without a second thought, he moves on to the next. That should be us." He swivelled in his chair, a tumbler of cognac in his hand. The ice clinked as he sipped it quietly. He surveyed his men. "Good luck to all of you. I know you'll succeed. And in case you don't, try to make a big mess when you die."

The group walked through the lobby towards the door, but not before passing Tangent reclined on a sofa, thumbing through a book. He was dressed in his usual gallant attire, at least for the most part, in an immaculate black bylonial underfrock with a long, thin red ascot and purple trimmed black wide pants with a multitude of pockets, completed with black felt shoes. A lock of black hair lazily fell over the middle of his face. Prower tossed him a set of keys. "Gah!" he yelled as the keys landed in his lap. Tangent looked up at Prower, squinting, and blew his hair upwards. "We need a good driver." He explained. "Why not Ghanden?" Tangent said. "He's just as good as I am. Unless of course you're talking about a flying machine." "The step van." Prower explained. Tangent shuddered. "I hate that thing. It handles like a shopping cart." "Still, we need a driver." "Again, Ghanden is an excellent alternative." "Well, you have more experience, and, er..." "What he's trying to say is," Snype cut in. "We'd rather lose you than him." and walked off. Tangent half sighed and half groaned, getting up and taking the keys, then leaving the way Snype did, flicking a note between two fingers to Prower as he left. "My will."

The crew walked into the garage, most of them headed for the van. "Shotgun!" shouted Nomad to the groans of the others. Tangent walked to his Cizeta and opened the hood, taking out one of his FAMAS' and extra clips. He also belted on his sword, and felt around his frock for his USP Match. When he was satisfied, he climbed in the van, where most of the gang was hunkered down in the back, save for Nomad. The sun dipped behind the horizon as they pulled up to the mansion. "Alright, good luck in there everyone, as per usual I'll stay here and hide out in, er, guard the van." said Tangent. As Nomad left, he grabbed Tangent by the arm and dragged him out the passenger side. They looked up at the imposing building in front of them, clutching their weapons. "I'll bet it doesn't look half as bad during the day." quailed Lotus. "Eh, it does have a certain...dark charm to it." Snype faced everyone's fears and creaked open the door. It was unlocked. "Retards," Snype voiced his thoughts. They all crept through the dark halls of the building, keeping an eye out for anyone. "This place is just missing the cobwebs," said Prower. "Yeah, it's giving me the creeps." replied Lotus. "I think it's kinda homey..." said Tangent, smiling. There was a sudden, sharp sound, and everyone spun and turned their weapons on the source...

Hope it doesn't suck too badly.

Great stories everyone! :D

At 2/22/08 03:22 PM, DarkLotusJuggalo wrote: Haha, I did notice that but I don't think anyone minds since its chat between two older members and its keeping us on the front page. :)

We try. xP
(... I don't like just writing two words, so I'm putting a bunch in these parentheses to make me feel better.)

That sounds great, I would do the same but that would end in talking non-sense and nothing that would really add to the subject. Words just to add to a post to make it seem longer when it actually has already been filled with all the necessary items of discussion.

Kidding. Lawlz. XD

Oh, I've done that before.. I didn't figure that out until I got super mad though... yea. :/

I love Windows Vista. It tells me now when I put on Caps Lock. It's like "Hey! Caps lock's on, idiot!" And I go, "My bad." Y'know, that sort of stuff.

Wow, I've never experienced Vista... is it any good?

Hell yea man, I couldn't get into it since it does nothing for me in the long run but make me waste time and feel like an idiot for freaking out over a game.. I used to play some MMORPGS and well.. I'm glad I don't anymore.

I always refused to pay for my MMORPGs, so I'd play the free ones. Like uh... Maplestory. Man, that game sucked -- it was sort of fun, until they introduced the "Cash Shop" in the game, and then the twelve year olds went, "OMFG i wnt 2 be a bunn3e 4 ester!"

HAHA!! Dude, I used to play that game and while I haven't for some time now, I still remember how bad some things were there. XD

... then the game started to suck.

I stopped playing months ago myself.. it turned shitty far too long ago for my liking.

Hey.

Sorry for being MIA.

I suddenly started sleeping all day.

Anyways, I was wondering if I could write a story for the Mafia.

So, can I?

I will try to make it as epic as possible.

It should be done by Tues.

I am a murderer.

Don't tell anyone.

Or my friend Tony wit his Too-by-Fore will nok out cha' teeth.

-Aidan

At 2/23/08 04:35 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: I am a murderer.

This guy.

Don't tell anyone.

Your weirdness is safe with me.

Or my friend Tony wit his Too-by-Fore will nok out cha' teeth.

Sounds Italian enough.

-Aidan

-Nirvana

Don't make me cry or I will become a monster.

Don't make me angry or I will kill you.

Don't fuck wit me an' I won't fuk witch you.

Welcome to my family.

Want in? Sorry, I would have to talk to the don.

-Aidan

At 2/23/08 04:41 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: Welcome to my family.

lawl

Want in? Sorry, I would have to talk to the don.

Actually Brosef, it's the other way around.

YOU have to ask to join.

-Aidan

Is this necessary?

At 2/23/08 04:46 AM, Gu-rrilla wrote:

At 2/23/08 04:41 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: Welcome to my family.

lawl

Want in? Sorry, I would have to talk to the don.

Actually Brosef, it's the other way around.

YOU have to ask to join.

-Aidan

Is this necessary?

Force of habit

-Aidan

-Like it?

-Too Bad

At 2/23/08 04:47 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: Force of habit

-Aidan

-Like it?

-Too Bad

lawl.

I like you, you have tenacity.

At 2/23/08 04:49 AM, Gu-rrilla wrote:

At 2/23/08 04:47 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: Force of habit

-Aidan

-Like it?

-Too Bad

lawl.

I like you, you have tenacity.

They call me the hitman for a reason.

At 2/23/08 04:51 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote:

At 2/23/08 04:49 AM, Gu-rrilla wrote:

At 2/23/08 04:47 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: Force of habit

-Aidan

-Like it?

-Too Bad

lawl.

I like you, you have tenacity.

They call me the hitman for a reason.

Too bad there's already a guy named Hitman.

I like you, you have tenacity.

They call me the hitman for a reason.

Too bad there's already a guy named Hitman.

Bah I like being CoTW,

Every heard of Jack London?

At 2/23/08 04:38 AM, Gu-rrilla wrote:

At 2/23/08 04:35 AM, Call-Of-TheWild wrote: I am a murderer.

This guy.

What about this guy? Oh, I see now.

Don't tell anyone.

Your weirdness is safe with me.

But I'll still look at you like you have a mongoose gnawing on your forehead.

Or my friend Tony wit his Too-by-Fore will nok out cha' teeth.

Sounds Italian enough.

Too bad the leader is far from Italian, I wonder what he would say about this? Wait, that's me! Ha! I think it's retarded.

-Aidan

-Nirvana

-Wienerschnitzel

I'm sorry guys -- this post is just to let you guys know that I haven't become inactive (going out in a bit, so...). I've been trying to post all of today, but for some reason, my connection's been awful -- this is the third attempt at posting this. I'll get to quotes later. :D

At 2/23/08 04:14 AM, Gu-rrilla wrote: Anyways, I was wondering if I could write a story for the Mafia.

If your a member of the mafia, you can write a story. But if ti sucks, we'll let you know. ;P

Nomad, you are currently the top contender for Snype's Biggest Fucking Gruesome Death Award. I did not expect that the bitch would blast my cock full of lead. I bet she's into BDSM.

"They use the exact same cartridge as your rifle. Besides, haven't you ever seen Scarface? Tony Montana got the job done, so will I." Nomad shot back. "So you're going to get shot a million times and fall into the lobby fountain?"

HAHAHAHAHA! It's not about the cartridge the rifle uses, it's about it's shitty gas impingement system, as I'm sure you know. I wouldn't mind it if it used a gas stroke piston like the ledgendary AK family does, and pretty much every other reliable rifle. As MadOgre would say, all you need to do when cleaning the Kalashnikov is to piss into it to rinse it of mud chunks. Win.

Also, it's magazine, not clip. But you damn well better churn out the second / third part to it, or I will come and stab a carrot into your eye.

-Aidan
-Nirvana
-Wienerschnitzel

-Ghost wins.

At 2/23/08 03:49 PM, Snype wrote: Also, it's magazine, not clip.

I know the difference between the two, and I knew what I meant when I wrote it. Besides you're like 14, or at least you sound like it. Grow some balls and write a story yourself and maybe I'll care.

And Shoot 'Em Up was an alright movie, not amazing, but pretty good.

At 2/23/08 04:14 AM, Gu-rrilla wrote: Anyways, I was wondering if I could write a story for the Mafia.
So, can I?

Anyone that is a member can write a story, and in the future, try to make everything you say on as few lines as possible.

Is there still the rule that all out posts must be at least two lines long here?

At 2/23/08 03:44 PM, Nomader wrote: I'm sorry guys -- this post is just to let you guys know that I haven't become inactive (going out in a bit, so...). I've been trying to post all of today, but for some reason, my connection's been awful -- this is the third attempt at posting this. I'll get to quotes later. :D

Sounds good bro, my connection was horrible yesterday for a good amount of time. It seems that since I live in an older neighborhood, the phone lines like to act up when we experience bad weather and well, I have a dsl connection so, my connection went to shit. :/

It did give me time to work on a new flash though, something thats not spam and shit, so I'm happy about that. :)

At 2/23/08 04:35 PM, PenitentTangent wrote:

At 2/23/08 03:49 PM, Snype wrote:

I know the difference between the two, and I knew what I meant when I wrote it. Besides you're like 14, or at least you sound like it. Grow some balls and write a story yourself and maybe I'll care.

I have been 16 for two weeks, asshole. Take some critisism from a gun-nut.

And Shoot 'Em Up was an alright movie, not amazing, but pretty good.

At least you got the reference.

Tangent, I had a whole review for your piece ready, but my connection timed out and I lost the entire thing -- and because I'm lazy, I'm not going to write it again... but that was incredible. I'm like an amazing killer lawyer.

That's so badass.

At 2/23/08 03:49 PM, Snype wrote: Nomad, you are currently the top contender for Snype's Biggest Fucking Gruesome Death Award. I did not expect that the bitch would blast my cock full of lead. I bet she's into BDSM.

I thought about having her rape you, but I thought that would be too revolting -- and I'd feel gay for it. So, I did the next best thing and blew off your dick.

Should I put the smiley icon next to that? I'm not sure...

You did say, the sickest death possible. :D

Also, I'm the sort of guy who doesn't care what the gun is, so long as it shoots bullets and I can aim it. Pretty simple stuff. :D

Now, for my next installment.

Yakuza.
(I highly recommend you read the previous installment, involving the gruesome death of Snype.)

"Those fucking bastards...," ranted Ghost quietly -- but he was building his speech, as if it was the calm before the storm. "Nobody shoots my fucking people," he screamed even louder, "and lives to tell of it. Got it?" The entire Mafia was assembled before him in the Main Hall, save Boris, Fragment, and Snype, all who had been killed during an attempt to un-seat the Yakuza from town.

"It's time, fuckers. Kill those bastard sons of bitches, and don't come back 'till you finish the job."

Everyone, from scientists to lawyers was given a gun, with the exception of Triv -- the entire driving crew of the Mafia was mobilized, and with Britkid leading the first car, every car was packed to the brim with members, from veterans to green recruits.

"I... I don't wanna die!" cried out one of the newest members -- Tangent, normally the coward himself, shot the new guy in the back of the head. "What?" he asked responding to the glares of others in the car.

The sedans all pulled up to the edge of the road, outside an old warehouse. "This the place?" asked a weary Strauss.

"Definitely," replied Britkid. He had been the driver the day before -- and the only one to leave alive.

Strauss nodded, and silently motioned for the first carload of people to move forward. Nomader led the pack, followed closely by Lotus. "Aim, then fire," Lotus whispered around, and Nomader nodded, trying to keep his cool.

A woman, dressed in mostly black leather stepped forward from a door on the other side of the large, empty warehouse. Nomader, Lotus, and a few others lined up, loading their weapons, pointing them at the mysterious visitor.

"It is a pleasure that you could make it here in such a timely manner!" she said, in an annoyingly high pitched Asian voice and a happy demeanor. Most of the mafia members were staring down the mysterious Asian visitor, squinting to see at the sort of see-through material she was wearing around her chest. "Please -- enjoy yourselves!" she squealed -- nobody except Lotus noticed that the boxes on the side started to open -- nearly twenty Yakuza members popped out.

Lotus hit the floor, as he watched the rest of his group get mercilessly slaughtered from a crossfire of machine guns. "Fuck!" he shouted, as he watched Nomader's head get severed from a spray of bullets -- it landed next to his face.

"Stop firing!" the woman screamed, and as soon as it had began, the bullets ceased. Four mafia members lay dead -- Nomader's head had rolled away from Lotus, BigLundi died grabbing hold of his bleeding neck, Serf had been shot through the chest four times, and Gurilla had been blasted to death through his mouth when he was screaming for help. Only Lotus remained, but he knew what had happened to Snype -- before any of the Yakuza could approach him, he placed his pistol inside his mouth, and fired off a shot.

The woman didn't react. "Get these bodies out of here -- and cut off their heads. You know what to do with them."

The rest of the Mafia slowly approached the center of the room. It was all the men in the entire Mafia, save Triv and Ghost -- Strauss stood at the front, holding a rifle. "Come out, fucking cowards!" he screamed.

The Yakuza refused to show themselves -- instead, from behind boxes at the sides of the warehouse, the heads of the dead from the first carload dropped into the center of the Mafia line -- many members puked from the sight, others only sighed -- in that momentary lapse of judgment, the Yakuza opened fire.

Strauss looked around -- members were being cut down left and right by people hiding securely in cover. "Get the fuck out of here!" Strauss cried, before he too was shot in the head by a sniper. Chaos ensued in the Mafia ranks -- only a few made it out to the cars.

Tangent, always the cowardly, was one of the lucky ones. He jumped into Brit's car, and shut the door behind him -- but Britkid didn't budge. "Move the fucking car!" he screamed to Britkid in the front seat -- but the car didn't move. Tangent began to shake Britkid. "C'mon, you lazy fucking bum, wake up!" Britkid simply slumped over across the two front seats, a bullet painted between his eyes. "Holy... holy shit!" screamed Tangent, quickly stuffing Britkid's body into the passenger seat, and climbing into the front seat himself.

Tangent slammed on the accelerator -- the car sped off from outside the warehouse, and Tangent turned to move to the the mansion.

He was the only one who survived.

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"Good work, everyone!" exclaimed the leather-clad Asian woman happily to her followers -- the Mafia hadn't fired a single shot back at them. "Tomorrow, we will finish off the Newgrounds Mafia -- this city will be ours!" she cried out, happily smiling. The Yakuza members, all men, cheered and hooted -- when one person raised their hand, with a questionable look on their face.

"Yes... yes...," she smiled slyly. "I made a promise -- but I will only keep it if you all do what you must tomorrow -- kill the Newgrounds Mafia!" she screamed out -- and everyone cheered.

"Tomorrow," she spoke softly now, "The Newgrounds Mafia will be dead."

Fin

At 2/23/08 04:54 PM, Snype wrote: I have been 16 for two weeks, asshole.

Oh I know. I looked at your profile before I said anything, and besides, I didn't say you were 14. At least I got the rage I wanted. We should totally play Forza 2 or CoD4 or something. I'd be on more, but I have a little brother that never gets off the Xbox, and when he does, he still just sits there. It's pretty annoying.

At 2/23/08 05:08 PM, Nomader wrote: Yakuza.

I demand a final part. That was awesome. I loved the gruesome details. Except for some reason when the story is going through my head, the Asian woman gets a deep Russian accent. I have no idea why.

At 2/23/08 05:08 PM, Nomader wrote: Yakuza.

Holy shit dude, this was fucking awesome! I loved how I didn't die from them though, that kinda makes my day. :)

I really can't wait to find out what the promise is and hear about what happens next, maybe Triv can come up with some way to revive all of us or something. :D

I doubt it but still.. it sucks we're dying off. :P

At 2/23/08 05:51 PM, DarkLotusJuggalo wrote: I really can't wait to find out what the promise is and hear about what happens next, maybe Triv can come up with some way to revive all of us or something. :D

I doubt it but still.. it sucks we're dying off. :P

Don't you see it my friend? What is happening as we speak, it is a revolution, a reawakening of ourselves and of this club. By simply doing what we have been doing for these past years we have kickstarted a new age. If we can keep this up, this era will live on for a very long time. Keep it up.