Warning: The following is, once again, a true tale from my life in this game…
It was a dark and stormy night… The occasional flash of lightning and sound of thunder would illuminate and reverberate throughout this dark tiny room. I woke up dizzy and nauseous. The last thing I remembered was strolling through the park. It was light, the birds were singing, and children were screaming and playing on the sidewalk. How did I go from such a setting as that, into this dark and tiny room? I heard a voice talking… He was speaking to another man… I could faintly hear this mysterious man’s voice… The voices grew louder. I tried to escape from the bonds that tied my hands together. I felt the rough scratching of the rope against my wrists. The feeling of blood being released from my veins sent shivers down my spine. I would not die here. The blood helped squeeze my hands through the binds. I was free. Now to find some kind of weapon I could use to help make my escape easier… Not much could be found in the closet I was being held in… Some coats, hangers, and some old shoes… Wait… The hangers? My cousin was in WWII and always told me about how he could make a weapon out of anything. He showed me how he could take a few coat hangers, and twist them together and form a sort of pitchfork mechanism to stab at someone. This was the best choice I had. I look out of the tiny window that faintly illuminated this closet with each lightning flash, looked like I was in a hotel room… Thirteen stories high up, jumping was a suicide attempt…
The voices I heard before faded away… I heard no more movement inside of the room adjacent to my small cell… I felt around the walls for a light switch but all I felt was the feeling of burnt plaster melting from the walls. The carpet was wet… I stuck my middle and index finger to the carpet and held them to my nose… Gasoline… They coated the closet in gasoline. They are planning on burning me alive… Just then I heard the voices again… Creeping up to the door. I moved to hide behind one of the jackets as if to get a jump on my assailant. The door swung open and the light from the room blinded me. I could barely make out whom the men holding me hostage were… It was…
Eight o’clock in the morning. I woke up from a sound sleep. The previous night my boss Nicky Scarfo had declared me a Wise Old Man. He had taken me out for a night at a cat-house and we got raging drunk and somehow managed to drive home and make it alive. I awoke with the worst hangover anyone could imagine… I got out of bed, got dressed, and preceded with my day as I normally would. I drove to downtown Philadelphia to meet with my boss, Nicodemo. He wanted me to come by and talk about business in our empire, The Philly Empire. I was the newly appointed Underboss of the empire along with my good friend JBRevenge. The idea of the Philly Empire was to expand all throughout the United States… We had my family (Located in Orlando, Florida. Secretly was pulling strings in Disney World to make a major profit approximately 25% of the Income for the Empire.), JBRevenge’s family (Located in Chicago, he had a grip on the industrial and manufacturing businesses. Brought in roughly 30% of the income to the Empire), and Charlie “Lucky” Luciano’s family (Located in Las Vegas, controlled the Casinos and Hotels. Generated approximately 45% of the Total Income for the empire.) The Philly Empire was thriving alongside our longstanding allies the Corleone Empire headed up by GrimReaper who worked alongside Nicodemo while Grim was in the Philly Empire. The two were great friends and only death could separate them.
After the meeting with Nicky and the other Family leaders I took my private jet back to Florida to see my mother. I haven’t visited her in a while and I knew she missed me. I arrived there around 1 pm. She fixed me a late lunch and we talked for a while. She said she wasn’t feeling well. She thought it was old age… Silence fell in the house… The sound of sirens in downtown Orlando could be heard. The occasional popping and booming sounds of Fireworks set off from Disney startled and shook my mother and her windows in every room… I told her we should take her to my sisters. She would be okay there. She refused, said she will be okay. Reluctantly I left and needed to go to my next meeting.
I travelled across Orlando to my headquarters: an empty mansion only being used for matters of the Family. I had a meeting with my soldiers, underboss, and Capos. It was here that I broke the news to everyone that my Underboss, Joey Merlino would be opening his own empire: The Camorra Crime Organization. He promised he would remain loyal and would be by my side for any situation. These Empires, following the opening of the 3rd, showed great promise; the life of American Mafia seemed glowing and riddled with bright futures in every citizen’s destiny. Joey would set up his family in New York. And so it was, the Philly Empire’s dream of having families set up across the United States was coming true. We had families in four of the nine major states as well as a strong holding in Pennsylvania.
It was 6 pm by the time I escaped from the popping of champagne and clacking of half filled glasses to another as if the glasses were dancing partners at a high school homecoming… I went to the Orlando Central Park and took a stroll. The sun would be setting in about a half an hour… I thought I would watch it as it went down. However I had this sense as though something was following me… Something… Or someone… Was mimicking my every move. I looked over my shoulder but never saw a thing. I continued with my peaceful stroll… I was strolling through the park. It was light, the birds were singing, and children were screaming and playing on the sidewalk. Using chalk and drawing hangman games… I even saw a group of teenagers pretending to be Made men in the mafia shooting at each other with makeshift guns made out of interlocked hands and twin index fingers pointing at the target aiming down the bridges of their thumbs… They would yell, “Bang! Bang!” as one by one a kid would fall to the ground and groped their torso’s for some imaginary bullet wound that seemed to be bleeding profusely and would not stop until the child was dead on the ground.
I walked down to the pond to get away from the madness that enthralled only the eyes of the wicked, heartless man that I was not… I sat by the pond and watched as the sun **** slowly below the trees. Then I heard a voice say, “Don Dubliner… My boss sends his regards…” Before I could turn around a hand was on my back with the other hand reaching around my neck and applying a generous dose of Chloroform to my mouth through a doused rag… I was out cold…
I snapped back to reality. The door was swung open, and as my eyes adjusted to the figures standing before me the silhouettes of their bodies faded away and I could see whom it was. Joey Merlino: my former Underboss. He had one of his henchmen abduct me and was now going to kill me off. I leaped at him with the coat hangers I had made into a pitchfork and he jumped to the side unharmed at the reckless attack I had just made. I fell into the room and took a second to get my bearings. I ran towards the door only to be cut off by a man named Chapo Guzman, also known as BWR. I jumped onto the bed and turned to look into my assailants’ faces… Chapo, a rugged Hispanic with much experience under his belt, not known for being associated with the Mafia, but he was a lowly civilian… Yet he could plan things better than anyone I knew. He must have been planning to rise to the top of the food chain and I was his first example to be made. I panned over to Joey… A tough, young, Italian who could intimidate any sized man. They both were staring at me with ready arms, waiting to see what my next move would be… I ran and jumped at Chapo. He thrust his arms out towards my airborne body and knocked me over his head and into the screen of the television. My back was aching… I got up and limped towards the doorway… The hand Joey grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. He through a wild haymaker to my left eye and connected. I spun around due to the impact and fell to the floor. I was dazed and couldn’t move for what seemed like an eternity. My eyesight was blurry and I could just make out the two figures standing over me. I started to focus back into reality, and began kicking wildly at the two men. I connected with Joey in the gut, and caught Chapo In the chin as he was reaching for my legs. I scrambled to my feet and ran to the doorway.
Outside of the room I looked both ways to find an elevator. I ran down the hallway as quickly as a man running from demons straight out of hell… I clicked for the elevator, it was four floors above me, but it was slowly on its way. I turned and looked back down the hallway. No one appeared from the room… I looked back towards the elevator: one floor away. One last glance behind my back: I saw Chapo and Joey emerge from the room. Chapo screamed, “Get the man! We can’t let him get away!” Joey was sprinting towards me. I turned as I heard the sound of the elevator doors open up; I took one step in then froze… I was paralyzed… I couldn’t take a step into the elevator… I felt all strength leave my body… I fell to my knees… Half of my body was in the elevator, half remained in the hallway… Seeing their prisoner escaping, Joey pulled his pistol and shot me in the back… I could feel the puddle of blood form around my motionless body… Light faded away… Darkness crept in… It was my new home, the darkness, I would become one with it… The police found my body being constricted over and over again by the elevator doors attempting to close to continue its daily activities…
Joey_Merlino destroyed my best account that day, in a plot controlled by B_W_R to get revenge for being killed… Joey was his puppet, and I have never forgotten his actions towards myself. Not even when he came back as –Dominic_Degrazzio-…
RIP The-Dubliner