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12 hours ago, BrianHamilton said:Thank you, I appreciate it!
No problem! If you would like me to add a Brief Description, feel free to contact me on Discord but I'll also try to check my Identity PM's.
Will do. I’ll write up one when I get some spare time.
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Appreciate the time you took to make this post for us.
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On 8/23/2018 at 11:15 AM, nexus said:Will your policy be fair and equal for all? how will you be able to help immigrants from other countries in your government, especially the Brazilian people?
Immigration should have a screening process. With the recent tragedies surrounding illegal immigrants from all countries entering America, France and England I think that it would be justified. Not only for your safety but for the safety and security of our country. Clearly each State has their own terms but as I see it The Island is within in its own jurisdiction. So I will work to find what’s best for both parties.
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On 8/21/2018 at 4:59 AM, Shimozukachi said:idc
Ah, the same old Shimo
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It seems the political landscape has changed drastically in my absence. Not too many of us around anymore. I guess it’s time to come back.
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On 8/6/2018 at 4:30 PM, Shimozukachi said:only playing with cash
Haven’t seen you in a while
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What an interesting man
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The pop of a bottle of liquor being opened. The soft somber piano playing in the background, the relaxed voices of the restaurant patrons enjoying their meal. Where else but The Chairman? Gene pours his drink into a glass, no ice. His face shadowed in his office with the smallest cloud of smoke from his cigar. “The Red Spade liquor. In my own opinion the best on the Island.” The voice is a familiar one. But surly it wasn’t Gene’s. As he takes his sip and leans forward you can catch a glimpse of a scorched chin as he lowers his mask. Golden with a shine to it. “But I suppose that’s too vein of me. Yes.. I know that.” Gene turns his attention to his muted television. Shocked at what’s come of his great city. After all, a city is only as great as the people that inhabit it. He slowly gets up and walks to the other side of the desk. He gently placed his hands on the man whom was sitting across from him. “It used to be Mafias and Motorcycle Clubs. Waging war through the street. Hell there was a Neo-Nazi Group that made a dent for a while. My point is.. I’ve been here a long time, practically since it was formed and still in a rather, fragile state. I built up a reputation of being trustworthy and loyal. A man you can depend on. Gene tightens his grip on the man’s shoulders. A soft gasp of air shot out of the man’s mouth. “Loyalty only gets you so far. To survive, thrive and outlast your competition you have to be cut throat. Fearless. And most importantly, you must do what’s best for business. You my friend are not best for business. Having sexual relations with the leader of notorious gang members girlfriend is NOT best for business. So please tell me, why?” The man looks forward, after the accident nobody has looked Gene in the eyes. As Gene loosens his grip the man takes a gulp, beads of sweat trickling down beside his ear. “Sir, I didn’t think that you had anything to do with them. They’re just a low level street gang. We just thought that.. Well what would you need with them?” Gene crouches down the view is from behind him. As he slowly takes his mask off you can see the visible disgust on the young man’s face. “Don’t be afraid.. No shhh.. LOOK AT ME! I own everybody, everybody has a price and everybody serves their purpose. A community thrives on the skills of individuals, not on groups. So when you fuck up one small fraction of a machine you ruin the whole thing. He’s unreplacable, you aren’t.” Gene takes the man’s neck and wrings it out. A soft chuckle before a loud snap. The men who work for Gene look on in horror as a once figure head for change has diluted to a crime boss. “Take him and dump him in the swamp.” “What about the others?” “Tap their houses, make sure we get a soft much information on them as possible. They still serve a purpose. And Lou.” “Yes sir?” “I need to talk to you.” As Lou makes his way over he is visibly terrified of Gene. From the point of view of Lou, Gene’s face isn’t horribly disfigured. Puss and scarred facial features are all that remain of a truly great man. Gene grabs his shoulders. “I’m counting on you to do the right thing. Don’t disappoint me.” Gene slowly puts his mask back on and sits back down. Taking another sip of his liquor in his empty room. “Red Spade liquor, best on the island in my opinion...”
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The Wanderer kicks White Masks knees out and put him in a chokehold.
”What’s the point of trying to be recognized today if you’ll be forgotten tomorrow? People don’t care about you, they care about the things you do. When someone gets a degree to a prestigious college they aren’t recognized with honor. It’s only when they start committing horrible crimes that they start becoming relevant.”
The Wanderer tightens his hold.
”People want anarchy. But they want other people to provide it. That’s all you are. Somebody who dies first so the next fool will take your place.”
And with that, he releases the hold and vanished. All that was left was his imprint in the snow and light foot prints. He was gone.
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“I’m trained in psychological warfare. To deteriorate the well being of a persons mind simply by exploiting their weaknesses. As for you. You have a strange case of being egotistical. I’m sure that you do what you do for pleasure, but there’s no denying that what you do is for the spotlight. The attention when they say your name. You think everybody is a fan, well what happens when people start to not care. What happens then White Mask? The best way to keep attention, is to have little to no communication. That’s my job, I’ve mentally scarred men with simple noises and and silence.”
The Wanderer walks closer to White Mask. His white face paint blending into the snowfall with nothing but his black eye paint standing out.
”Have you ever heard a man beg for the sound of nails on a chalkboard simply because he was kept in a dark room with no noise except his breath? Begging for death? White Mask, silence is the best weapon you can have.”
The Wanderer then stares White Mask down waiting for a response.
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The Wanderer pushes White Mask up against a tree. Lifting him up from the ground.
”Stop fucking around. For once in your miserable life don’t let your ego talk for you. You and I aren’t different. We want nearly the same things.”
Wanderer steps back and lets White Mask down.
“I feel like you and I could change things on this Island. We could shape it for ourselves. With your..”
Looking White Mask up and down.
”Untapped insanity and my training I’m sure you and I could make a good team. That is if you’re not too busy kidnapping unknowns and streaming it to the internet for shits and giggles.”
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The Wanderer was sitting in a tree awaiting the arrival of The White Mask. Reminiscing about times before he disappeared. After reading about himself in the paper The Wanderer was rather displeased, the less people know about him the better. It’s easier to do his job when nobody is waiting for him.
As The White Mask approaches the park The Wanderer drops down from the tree standing still.
”You’re a difficult man to reach. And trust me, I had to learn a entirely new language for my work so that’s saying something.”
As the cold air blows a light snowfall shrouds the two men in the open park.
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As the Island goes to sleep after the rain fall from earlier in the day, the man walks down the long road to the Asylum. Heavy security for something as simple as a mental institution? The man knew something had happened and it was just his luck. As he sneaks past the orderly’s he enters the building through a grate on the side of the building. He snuck into the main office of the warden at the facility. Hopefully he was still there.
As he opened the door slowly he noticed nobody was in the room. The man looked around silently and placed his gun on the table. Then for the next several hours he stood in the corner awaiting the arrival of the warden.
After what seemed like three hours the sun was finally rising to the sound of workers leaving for the end of their shift. The man was still awaiting the warden to enter his office when suddenly the door opened. Unfortunately it wasn’t just the warden. He brought along one of the doctors with him.
“Why the hell is there a gun on my table?” The warden picked it up as the man grabbed the doctor and knocked her out. The warden, stunned and shocked, backed away from the man. Trying to hide the gun while acting afraid.
”Another one? Jesus how many of you people are there?”
The man stands quietly as the warden aims the gun at him. The man looks surprised and afraid while kneeling to the ground.
”Please! I’m sorry!”
”Oh yeah? Now you’re sorry. Now that I’m gonna have the upper hand.”
”Please I was just trying to find someone. Don’t kill me!”
”Who?”
”White Mask. I was told to try and find him and kill him.”
”Who would pay to have that man killed? It’s not worth the risk.”
”Gene Smith. He wanted him dead for never returning a call or something.”
”Well he escaped. Gone with a couple bodies lying dead. Nobody knows where he went.”
”Damn! I should’ve never taken this job!”
”That’s an understatement.”
The warden pulls the trigger only to hear the click of an empty gun. The man looks up at the warden.
”I thought you were supposed to help crazies, not kill them.” The man pulls his hair back.
”I’m supposed to treat them!”
The warden throws the gun at the man and reaches for his knife. The man grabs his arm and snaps it backwards before covering his mouth. He leans to his ear.
”Put me on the list of another problem. Call me Wanderer.” Wanderer throws the warden into the wall before jumping out of the window.
It was time to be reacquainted with an old friend.
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Brazil. South America to many. But to the people who live there, it’s home. A home with drugs, disease and criminals spreading like a wildfire. But that’s everywhere right?
Upon the 30th floor of a office building were two people, one a married man. The other a hooker that he paid to give him herpes, except he didn’t know that. The blinds were slightly closed, the light barely shining through. The loud moans of the hooker could be heard throughout the entire floor. But nobody was there so it didn’t matter.
“Você é uma vagabunda naughty não é você?“
And a faint voice from the darkness.
”Não, mas você certamente é. Uma esposa, filho e uma casa de três quartos.“
The man walks out from the light. His face was white with black paint acrossed his eyes that looks like it was scratched out.
“Unfortunate for you.. Isn’t it?”
He grabs the man by the back on the head and drags him towards the window. The mans pants still at his ankles and struggling to get away.
“Hope you can fly.”
The man is flung out the window as the mysterious man watches. The hooker ran to the elevator pressing the down button rapidly. Suddenly the elevator cables snap sending the elevator freefalling, killing the women instantly.
TWO DAYS LATER
The mysterious man walks into his hideout where a small boy is sitting in his makeshift kitchen.
”Go home.” He says softly and quietly.
“O que? Eu não falo inglês.“
”Sorry, um. Ir para casa. Sua mãe deve estar preocupada.” He pours himself some whiskey imported from America.
“Não, ela tem o amigo do seu amigo.“
The man takes a sip of his drink and sets it down. The problem with the boys mother has been growing worse and worse. She sleeps with men for money to support her child. He gets up and walks over to his wall.
“Give this to nobody. Fuck. Dê isso a ninguém Rosendo. OK?“
“OK.”
The man opens his wall exposing money. Worth at least 2,000$. He gives it to Rosendo and explains to him what he needs to do. The child asks the man where he will go. He points to the bottle and says.
“Home...”
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(I’m here guys)
TV Starts Playing an Add for The Chairman Hotel.
”The Chairman Hotel offers the finest experience in the area. With our luxury suites and 24 on hand Maid Service you’re never going to have to lift a finger.”
The TV exploded as Gene gets tossed through it. As he stands up he cracks his back.
”Fuck you.” Gene says as he swings his arm at the man. Missing he punches straight through a wall. “Ahhh!”
”Are you sure you want to dance with the devil?” His Irish Accent was thick and apparent.
Gene held his arm. “Only if I lead.” He charges at the man before a flashback of a conversation he had months ago.
”White Mask, who is he exactly?”
”Nobody knows. Do you want us to find out?”
”No.. Do you know what optimism is Jake?”
”Yes sir.”
”Well from my point of view he’s a beacon of hope in our world. He’s showing the Mafia, Biker Clubs, Gang’s and Wanna Be Badasses that we can fight against the law. That we get.. what we want. When nobody believes in the law then the government will fall. And when the government falls we profit off the anarchy that follows.”
”What if that’s not what’s happening?”
“Hmm?” Gene points a pistol at Jake and shoots him in the head. “Don’t assume the best. Because this is the best it’s gonna get.”
Once the flashback ends Gene stands over the dead body of the Irish man. Sweat dripping down his forehead. He picks up the Irish Mans phone and makes a call. As it rings you hear a faint hello.
”It’s me again... We have to talk.”
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“Please! Whatever you want I can do it for you! I’m your guy remember?”
Gene nods his head. He takes a puff of his cigarette before kneeling down. Blowing smoke in his face.
“You’re so right. You’re my number one guy... Sorry, you WERE my number one guy. Until the skimming of my money.”
The mans eyes get wider. He looks at Gene.
”No! I never did that!”
”Really? I guess my eyes don’t work? My 5,000$ cameras are broken? Heh, maybe it was a ghost that took your place.”
”It wasn’t me!”
”My grandfather told me a story of his grandfather. That he was a mean man. A psychotic murderer who raped women for fun. They called him The Whistler. Because whenever you were about to die he’d start whistling a tune, echoing through the air. His saying was ‘A man can be a murderer and remain completely sane. But being alone, in isolation, will drive him insane.’ What I’m trying to say to you Michael... You’re out.”
Gene grabs Michael’s head and kisses his forehead. He then burns the cigarette through his eye and slits his throat. As he watches the man die he stands up and walks over to his goons.
”Take the body to the scrapyard. Pay Jimmy to let us use the crusher. We’re gonna make this look like a mob hit.”
”We’re framing the Luprano’s Boss?”
”Hmm?... Oh.. No, we aren’t framing anybody. It’s simply covering your tracks. Frank is a friend.”
Gene sits in his Cadillac and reaches into his pocket. He grabs a pill bottle and downs two pills. He lets out a sigh.
”I need to see Dr. Allen.”
”At the Asylum? That place creeps me out.”
”Wait until you get a load of him.”
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Gene chuckles while looking at White Mask.
”Funny, and you’ve got a mouth on you. Last person I met that ran his trap got fucked up. Yeah it’s smokey in here, it’s a smoking lounge.”
Before putting out his cigarette he motions his second hand man to bring something over. It looks like a tray of food. But as Gene opens the platter it’s the bleeding head of the goon White Mask beat up.
”I don’t like being fucked with. Nor do you I suppose. You can call yourself whatever you like but a man who murders and kidnaps isn’t exactly a hero.”
Gene looks directly at White Mask, his eyes piercing straight through the soul.
”You’re a criminal, like me. Even though you don’t like to say it. You blend into society without your mask. But with it, with it you’re considered a freak. A murderer... They think less of you because of who you are, what you do, what you say. But when you have money. When you have power. You don’t gain respect. Respect is for amateurs, no I gain fear through my allies.”
Gene slides over 200,000$ and smiles.
”Think of this as an investment for a partnership. I wanna see what you can do. With a bit of money you can become more that a King. You’ll be a god.”
Gene leans back in his seat, his face barely out of the light. All you see is his devilish smile.
”Have fun...”
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As the black Cadillac drives up to the club Gene finishes his glass of bourbon before seating himself in the booth. Loading his favorite pistol, he sets it down on the table. As his goon walks in White Mask walks behind.
“Please sit down, we have much to discuss.”
Noticing his goon bloodied and beaten he walks up to him and asks him if he’s alright. He whispers something to his second hand man and then they walk off with the hurt man.
”Sorry about the extra security. People grow anxious at a face they can’t see. People gain comfort and satisfaction when they are able to identify a criminal. Your mysterious and outgoing, I enjoy that.”
The calm piano music playing softly in the background with the smoke filled room acting as a seductive counter to Gene’s voice.
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As Gene fixes his tie he looks to the camera and smiles. The LED screen within the car would be taken over momentarily while they were driving.
”Hello, I’m going to be upfront and straight forward. I’m Gene Smith and I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Well.. the passenger that is. See when you’re like me you take interest in people who can make an impact. You are now on my radar White Mask, come to the Chairman. I’d love to have a chat. And don’t think about running when you reach your destination, my boys are waiting for you.”
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3 hours ago, Honeybadger said:Haha, I don't remember why I put that there, it's been so long. I think there was a reason for it though.
I’m just being a dink.
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That raises even more of a problem. Why ban one type of weapon and leave every other weapon available. That’s like cutting yourself a slice of cake but then eating the rest of it. It’s more useful to ban all gun, and even then people would revolt.
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2 hours ago, Honeybadger said:I mean.. He says they're not here to offend anyone, or they're just roleplaying.. But this ancient history book I found says otherwise!
This is simply to give people honest insight into what they're considering joining. Unless you're under the age of 15 and enjoy having no structure, please don't waste your time on these people.
Hey guys! I hope everyone will be on the lookout to buy my book as soon as it hits shelves in the game. I thought it was important to maintain documents of our great history here in Identity, as our great ancestors have done in the past in their worlds. I figured, what better way to start than with the disappointingly rapid rise and fall of a great mafia family here in our very own community. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing! Note this is only a work in progress / rough draft and I would like to hear your opinions on how to make the book even greater.
It all started on one fine day when little Capo Jerry was taking a stroll through The Neighborhood. He stumbled into (an actually well-res
pected) Lawyer by the name of Barry Crow. For whatever reason, Jerry feels the need to express his well-thought out ideas to everyone he meets. Most people keep the really great ones to themselves, but not Jerry. No, his ideas are so great that everyone must know about them. However, there's a catch. Should you not agree with Jerry and think his ideas are amazing, you are directly offending him and the well-respected mafia family he represents. Every night The Luprano Family meets up in their big, giant mansion up on the Ashy Hills to discuss things like who to murder, which business to destroy, and who on that day does not agree with them. Common dialogue exchanged between famous Mafia's such as this one can be found in the example below:
The Prologue - A Night In The Life of a Mafia
Obviously distraught at the assumption he was not an intelligent man, Jerry was instantly offended. Action must be had, the Mafia MUST declare it's presence. In steps the man only know as Don @Frank Luprano. He is the leader of this great Family, no other family can compare to his, because they only have 2 members tops. With Capo Jerry @Resurge at this side the two are a force to be reckoned with - one which makes @Frank unstoppable.
Chapter 1 - How To Burn A Brownie
Meet Brownie, your normal every day citizen that decided he may want to try out the Mafia lifestyle. @Frank had asked him to meet the family at the house later for initiation, but as Brownie pulled up to the front he noticed a lot of ruckus and loud conversation going on in the house. In fear of his decision being the wrong one Brownie immediately wanted nothing to do with the situation, he respectfully declined their offer to join the family - but not joining the great Luprano Family is a crime in itself. He was branded a traitor, and not loyal - to a cause he never believed in. Poor Brownie is still recovering from the expensive bottles of Patron being thrown at him by this outraged and abusive family.
Chapter 2 - What's Really Important
Little did we know at the time, Brownie was unequipped in the form of manhood. This is of great importance to the Luprano family, autistic 13 year old capo's ok - Not having genitals, not ok. And as such, the offer to join their family was revoked (after he declined it) more expensive patron bottles ensued to be thrown at him, they have a lot of them laying around for this specific reason. Unfortunately in the accident a lot of the strippers were injured, including the famous "Miss Brazil".
Chapter 3 - Stiks And Sto... Oops, Stinks and Stones.
Barry was right, enough had to be enough. The immaturity was a great spectacle to watch for quite some time, but brain cells are important and need to be well-maintained. Sleeping is one great method of maintaining a healthy mind, Honeybadger was asleep upstairs in his bedroom trying to do just that, until he heard lots of loud noises going on downstairs. As the voice of reason, he attempted to regain control of the situation by coming to an agreement via re-negotiation of terms. Frank did not like those terms, not in the slightest. In fact, we learned exactly why in that moment the Luprano family is so keen on their member's having penises - It is so they can make their enemies suck them.
Chapter 4 - The Boss of the Boss
This about wraps up the end of our great adventure here in the snowy mountain tops of Ash Hill, Honeybadger's name was on the lease of the mansion, so he proceeded to kick all of the Mafia out.The strippers were allowed to stay. Of course the Lupranos, as they normally do, felt this was unfair to them. They deserved nothing but respect, and were determined to threaten the reputation and members of The Neighborhood for the rest of their lives. Their lives were not very long lived though, most disappeared at the observance of their great Leader being embarrassed in front of the whole community. Other's died of severely sensitive skin and heart break. The worst death of them all was none other than Godfather @Frank himself who ironically hung himself in the town hall as a sign of failure. Just kidding, he shot himself in the head - Barry and I later moved him to Town Square and hung him there.
Perhaps the Luprano family will rise from the ashes and once again claim its great reputation, but it's doubtful. No other family could ever match up to them, they will never even have more than two members. We can only hope, for all of our sake, this is not true. And other great Mafia families do rise up in their honor and everything they've accomplished.
In Loving Memory Of -
The Luprano Family
You spelled sticks wrong.
Luprano Family Heirarchy
in The Hideout
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Good to see you back Frank.