Boris woke up staring at himself. Still at first he did not know who it was that was staring back at him with such confusion and with eyes as red as tomatoes. But eventuallly he saw his reflection blink and it was then he realized he was still alive. Sitting back his eyes squinted as the florescent light sparkled off the crystal clean restroom, all clean but the toulet which was decorated with vomit and bits of food.

Head pounding Boris slammed his back aginst the stall door and pushed himself up onto his feet. He felt around his pockets for something usefuil but found nothing but his revolver, which he dropped into the toilet upon discovery, he knew nothing good would come out of it at the moment. He struggled to keep his balance but could not maintain it. He slammed back and forth on the stall walls, head spinning like a tornado, finally his feet gave out and slammed his head on the edge of the toilet seat. Vision blurry, he tasted something silver, the sparkling lights started to fade

Inside the Mafia kitchen a huge argument was taking place, Boris was yelling at the culinary chef bot which was repeatedly changing the ingredients to Boris' dishes when he wasn't looking to the proper ones. The argument was quite futile seeing as how after each rant the robot would only reply with a series of beeps. Boris picked up a meat cleaver and slammed it down on the top of the robot, beeping frantically the robot flailed its arms around and drove in circles before finally dying down. Boris then peacefully completed his meal.

Sitting alone at the large dinning room table Boris gracefully prepared himself for his banquet meal. Lifting the fork to his mouth Boris began to chew, after three chews however he stopped, got up and spat out the food, collected all that he prepared and put it into the garbage which he then brought into the backyard. Strapping a few rockets to the side of the pale Boris watched as his culinary abomination flew into the air and exploded in a display of colors and diarrhea flavored food. Walking back into the house Boris' stomach began to rumble, he downed a beer which seemed to help. He happened to walk by a calendar and realize the date, he instantly realized how to celebrate the fourth.

Up on the roof of the Mafia's mansion Boris set down a box of grenades, he set up a slingshot and began launching grenades into the vast city. Boris wondered what everyone else was doing on this day, his second thought and hope was that somehow these explosions would remind them, wherever they were, that someone back home was still creating mischief and not giving a fuck. Out of ammo Boris sat back and watched the fires of his creations.
Happy 4th assholes.

I agree with Strauss. Kind of shocked this place is still (kind of) going.

Not that it's a bad thing or anything.

At 7/13/11 12:54 AM, Twin-Uzis wrote: I agree with Strauss. Kind of shocked this place is still (kind of) going.

Not that it's a bad thing or anything.

Dunno, just can't let this place die. I've had way to many fond memories here to just up and forget about it. Doesn't take much to just make a post every now an then, keep it alive. It's more for my personal amusement than anything else. Not sure if anyone even lurks here besides me and maybe Triv.
Talked to Luis and a couple of other admins about this place when I met them at a NY meet a while back, they were like, "yeah we seen that thread, what is it exactly you guys do?"
"Be awesome." is what i basically told em.

But yea good seein ya man. Always got respect for the OG's.

Still miss u faggots.

At 7/31/11 12:03 PM, Boris-4-U wrote: Still miss u faggots.

I'm sure someone misses you, too, haha.

I was hoping to see this place revived and flowing with activity. Sad to see that this place finally died. Well, here's to the memories and all the bullshit.

At 8/23/11 10:27 PM, Ghost wrote: I was hoping to see this place revived and flowing with activity. Sad to see that this place finally died. Well, here's to the memories and all the bullshit.

You shut your mouth. Let's revive this place. I joined and then it died so I'm pumped up to revive it.

Bump.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

At 8/25/11 08:31 PM, Hitman wrote: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

I didn't come back so you can run around screaming at the top of your lungs. I came back so you could run around screaming at the top of your lungs with a bottle of tequila in your hands.

At 8/23/11 10:56 PM, Xenomit wrote: Im born and raised italian, i dont even need permision to join.

I don't care of we don't have many members (2 currently), I'm not letting a grammar impaired idiot like you join.

Whos' the don around here?

Me

I gues im the don.

Of the cock gobblers crew. Look at the creator, now at my name. Match? Yes.

First things first, i need someone to whack hateyou1, and i better get volunteers.

Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

At 8/30/11 09:49 AM, Confucianism wrote: Woa there bud, your making yourself look like an idiot. And I dont like idiots too much you see.
~Lights up a fag~
So Ghost, I hear your trying to revive the club. Hows that going then?

Well, this is hour 23, still not much going on. Considering this is about the third or fourth...or fifth time I've tried to revive this place, so my hopes are high.

Knew this place had some juice left in it. Nice to see the Don back in his rightful spot, kept it warm for ya. By warm I mean I pissed my pants in your seat a couple times while I was passed out drunk.
I apologize for nothing.

So wut's up w/ these fresh fish?

I'm good but not sure if I was ever told I was in the club but I'd love to be an official member.

Well Confucianism and J-Rex I'm not gonna let yous join yet, although you don't seem completely retarded I'll give you a chance to join. You have permission to hang around the thread as long as you don't spazz things up, and if you do good we'll let u join. Simple as that.

Do you prefer guns or knives?

If your asking me, then guns but if I want the job done silently then knives. It really depends on the situation.

Well besides guns and knives there is also ice picks, baseball bats, and are hands which could be deadly weapons.

Would you poke people with the end of the fiber wire or choke them with it?

Poke? Dont make me laugh. Strangulation device my boy.

You could take the end of the wire and have your victim tied up and just stand there poking them in the chest or forehead repeatedly with the wire till they just went crazy.

If we are starting torture talk then I suggest rat torture, waterboarding, tying the victim up laying them on the ground and letting a cockroach crawl on them, or just break limbs everyday starting with the smallest and up to the biggest.

Or how about using a pair of pliers and using them to slowly cruntch down onto the said persons balls.

Damn that is just pure evil.

I love it!

At 9/11/11 04:55 PM, Confucianism wrote:

At 9/11/11 01:22 AM, Boris-4-U wrote:

~Pours myself a cup of tea~
So do you need anybody to work on propaganda, you know to try and get this place pumped with fresh eager blood? I can guess what kind of people you would want.

It's actually a big step that you two were even allowed to join, we haven't accepted new members in months so no we don't need anymore. Although you both seem to get the gist of things. We have plenty of dedicated members that will flood the place once they see it moving in a favorable direction again.

I would love to see this place active because I remember when it was a bit active a few months ago then I posted and it died until Boris posted. Also should we make our own Italian name up?

I guess I would be Leo Ricci. Now I need someone else to give me a nickname.

I think I would wear brown leather gloves with holes so my knuckles can come out if I need to go fist to fist.

My signature kill would be to throw a switch blade into there throat and then leave leave the words "Died By The Hand Of Switch"

My signature weapon would either be a switchblade or baseball bat. I'm a big hand to hand combat guy.

Holy shit, this place is still alive?

At 9/12/11 05:59 PM, Confucianism wrote: ~Lights up a fag~
That's right bud. But whose askin? I'm afraid I dont know who you are.

I, sir, was a member when you were just a wee little youngin'.

At 9/12/11 06:18 PM, Confucianism wrote: I used my powers of deduction and had already come to that conclusion. I mean who were you in relation to the Godfather? i.e a soldier.

I am the Godfather. Nah, I don't really remember who I was.

Also you dont know if Im younger than you at this point in time. I have a picture of myself on my profile from two years ago so that you can roughly guess my age if the need arises or you are hust curious. Or perhaps you are just trying to empathise how long ago you were here.

I'm just going by your Sign-Up Date, which is a good determiner of your knowledge of anything NG related.

At 2/17/04 08:37 PM, tkum wrote: hey a sig... took 3 mins 26 seconds lol so yeh

Haha, that guy from a long time ago spelt NEWGROUNDS WRONG! ahahaha

O-K found the thread! hello all, do we follow the rules of omerta in here?