At 2/17/04 05:43 PM, Ghost wrote: i got an offer you can't refuse (well, in a way you can) any ways this is the NG Mafia a group that will help out anyone needing help, a favor in a way.
so as the godfather i'm looking for some good men, trust worthy people. also if you want you can make suggestions what this club can do if you want.
yo this sounds boss man i would love to join just pm me on what to do and ill do it ghost
shortylong rocks the jersey shore
At 1/22/13 07:10 PM, Boris-4-U wrote: Yeah this is exactly what I want old members to thinks going on in this thread now..Cats and gay hobbits.
Speaking of which you can't join or stay here. Respect my authority.
I had two fucking rules to follow while I was gone! Don't touch my damn tequila and punt the fuck out of any cat you see in here! I see my tequila has been left as is, meaning you guys were smart enough not to set off the sensors connected to the C4. I also see an unpunted feline in my presence...
This is unacceptable...
Never pick a fight you can't bring a hand grenade to.
At 2/28/13 01:22 PM, laughatyourfuneral wrote: Holy shit we got a mob ? cool.
It's not what it used to be, not even close. We used to have insane amounts of members coming and going, hundreds of posts a day, and flame wars with random clubs that popped up from time to time. It was a great time, and it's kind of sad to see it gone.
You'd think with Boardwalk Empire, Stand Up Guys, and Gangster Squad out there would be somebody trying to revive this place.
Never pick a fight you can't bring a hand grenade to.
At 3/1/13 06:41 PM, TracyJacksonTAW wrote: so what was it like back in the days?...
We used to have a pretty packed roster with too many regulars to count. There was a whole membership process you had to pass that included having an impressive posting history and a willingness to help the group out when in need. There used to be divisions in here dedicated to certain parts of NG, a recruiting team, portal team, storytellers, sig makers, and flash makers. Used to have a website that we used as the HQ for all the missions we handed out and as an archive for all the pictures and flame wars that we made.
It was a good time.
Never pick a fight you can't bring a hand grenade to.
At 3/4/13 05:08 PM, Ghost wrote:At 3/1/13 06:41 PM, TracyJacksonTAW wrote: so what was it like back in the days?...We used to have a pretty packed roster with too many regulars to count. There was a whole membership process you had to pass that included having an impressive posting history and a willingness to help the group out when in need. There used to be divisions in here dedicated to certain parts of NG, a recruiting team, portal team, storytellers, sig makers, and flash makers. Used to have a website that we used as the HQ for all the missions we handed out and as an archive for all the pictures and flame wars that we made.
It was a good time.
I do not want in your club, but as a veteran, a conscious being upon this mechanichanism we agree to call newgrounds I recognize (re-cognize) what has been done, and it is great. You need a spark of renewal; do not die for it is within your self[ves], ves, indeed without a god-damned fucking {graphic and obscene expletive} doubt.
Find it, and grow appropriately, for it already is and always has been there, Always was, Always will be is the truth which perpetuates such means as this.
NGMartial Arts Club Are you Man...
MUSIC | or a little, dying cosmic whore...
Speak with your actions, come from your core.
A wet tombstone.
A fresh grave.
And one man standing alone at the edge of it.
A brown rectangle stains a field of green on the outskirts of town. The grass had yet to grow on top of the grave, the steady downfall of pouring rain had made a muddy pool at the foot of the grave. Through this he saw his reflection, as if he were starring into his own grave, his own lifeless body that lied beneath the ground which was now starring back at him. His soulless eyes pierced the water, dirt, and coffin. Starring into the abyss, he saw his own eyes stare back.
The coffin was obviously empty, the body never found. Still a memorial was indeed in order, it's not everyday that....
*RRATATATATATATATA*
The silence was abruptly interrupted. The gleaming tombstone now became a shield as it absorbed automatic gunfire. A cold back sat against a cold stone waiting for the time to break. Pieces of rock and gravel ricocheted as the tombstones edges were blown away. From the sound and angel of the fire he quickly knew there were only two shooters.
"Insulting." he muttered as he ashed his cigar atop his own grave.
He reached his steel hands inside his coat pocket and drew his weapon. An old dirty pistol, a Makarov that could be easily concealed......time had depleted his resources and connections in this town. Just getting to this point without being noticed had been a challenge. Kind of difficult when you're name and face have been plastered on wanted posters on every street corner and on every billboard for the past 8 years. Some still remained within the woodwork of the city, operating their own rackets and laying low. The digital age had gone public, increased police surveillance, hackable camera phones with face recognition programs that instantly altered the presence of any listed individual. Some had gone to great lengths to hide, even altering their face with surgery. A group that had once shinned in the sun with upheld fists now hid in the dark with outstretched palms.......the times had changed.
His thoughts were again interrupted as a piece of rock blew away from his left ear.
He did not like being interrupted.
A brief pause as one shooter had stopped to reload. He seized his chance. Spinning to his right he pushed off his leg and slid through the mud on his knee. Fate seemed to have favored him. At this moment a lightening bolt had pierced the sky illuminating the dark hillside. For this brief instant he had seen everything, time had stood still. Two men in black stood aside a hummer, one with his head down still fumbling to reload his weapon, the other just had a stupid grimaced look on his face as he tried to locate his target. Again in this brief instant he cracked a smirk, his brain operating at the speed of the lightening.
The times had changed, but he remained the same.
Two distinct shots precluded silence. He holstered his sidearm as he rose to his feet, adjusting his hat to cover his eyes from the rain. He placed his cigar atop the tombstone and began to walk. The hummers new paint job was beginning to wash away as blood mixed with water and dripped off the side. Without thought or concern he collected their weapons and ammo throwing them in the trunk. Climbing in the driver seat he looked back at his grave with a smile. His first day back and he had felt at home. He would have to be cautious, the city had a different ruler, a different done. He would have to be a drifter for a while, a nameless and faceless specter. Then again, he was always used to being a Ghost.............
At 7/4/14 03:29 AM, Confucianism wrote:At 6/30/14 06:02 AM, Twin-Uzis wrote: So y'all's dead, now?Not quite, I think I saw a twitch.
Reading through the last couple of pages it's nice to see that some of the old family is here. An old Capo has returned Ghost. Shame that TheBoneThug AKA SystemOfAThug ain't here. Great seeing Ocelot and Boris though.
Still original, creative & innovative, most known unknown.
At 7/14/14 12:50 PM, Confucianism wrote:At 7/13/14 11:13 PM, Mast3rMind wrote: Reading through the last couple of pages it's nice to see that some of the old family is here. An old Capo has returned Ghost. Shame that TheBoneThug AKA SystemOfAThug ain't here. Great seeing Ocelot and Boris though.It still amuses me that the old website is still up and running.
What do you mean?
Still original, creative & innovative, most known unknown.
At 7/14/14 02:11 PM, Confucianism wrote:At 7/14/14 01:12 PM, Mast3rMind wrote: What do you mean?The NG Mafia website.
I've been out of the loop so long. One other thing I do remember was this place being at war with another club. That was fun and short lived.
Still original, creative & innovative, most known unknown.
At 8/18/14 11:32 AM, SentForMe wrote: The NG Mafia once ruled this town. Now it is a shadow of its former self. Perhaps, one day a new leader will arise and bring it back to its glory days. Until then, Respect.
A leader can only cause a spark. We need the strength of true members to truly ignite back to what we were.
Never pick a fight you can't bring a hand grenade to.
fucking zombie this thread is
Its just too cliche though if you ask me....
How the few loyal remaining members of the mafia meet to reminisce about glory days.
Shoot the shit and then part for years, each time meeting with less members.
Seems like a played out movie, or an old novel, or maybe just some real life shit.
Good to see the Don again.
Many clubs and crews have been forgotten or fallen off the radar. Only the best ones are still active.
At 11/21/14 12:56 AM, DoctorStrongbad wrote: Many clubs and crews have been forgotten or fallen off the radar. Only the best ones are still active.
blah blah
Newgrounds changed a lot since our est. It became more content based and flash involved. Our target audience stopped/didn't browse the NG forums. C&C's on topic of NG based material, and other general subjects, would of course stay active as new young members join and replace old ones. Lack of members=old rusty thread, and we didn't just let everyone in like other crews.
This thread is similar to Johnny Walker Blue
Hardly ever used.
Still the best tasting.
Now getcha fukin one-liners outta here.
At 12/5/14 07:44 PM, GoodFella wrote: Boris, still here huh? Good to see. Until next time...
~GoodFella
yea well ive got no where to go really. been homeless the past 2 years, I hitch hiked my way to California last year from NY and just been on the road since. Love checking in to see my hittas still breathing. Been in Colorado for about 8 months doing legal things, feels weird. It's like turning 21 and being allowed to legally drink, some love's lost along the way. w/e tho
Until next time...
This crew may be long gone, but this is the obligatory greeting to those members who think about the old NG Mafia from time to time.
When this place started, Facebook launched 13 days before...
At 4/19/15 07:03 PM, Rocket wrote: This crew may be long gone, but this is the obligatory greeting to those members who think about the old NG Mafia from time to time.
When this place started, Facebook launched 13 days before...
Ugh right in the damn gut. I'm gonna blow 6 months of dust off this motherfucker.
The thought that our personas have now reached the point of old gambino's has me feeling some type of way.
Would take time to go in on a bitch. Just glad the mods haven't shut us down.
Yet.
At 10/15/15 09:11 PM, Boris-4-U wrote: Just glad the mods haven't shut us down.
The mods will leave you alone as long as it's not getting too ridiculous. One guy making every other post for example, that's no crew. Compared to places like that this thread has a variable mix 'n' match of different posters/members.
Also I believe this is my first post here.
Hello to all.
At 11/9/15 03:22 PM, Ghost wrote: Glad to see people still dropping in here and there. Hope you're all doing well out there.
We surviving. Well, at least I am. Shit half the old timers prolly sittin in an office somewhere, playin grown up. Long forgot about the fam, don't know how.
That or they broke somewhere without internet. Either way I miss em. Even the stunads.
