Hello and welcome to
Hello and welcome to
Welcome to the round 11 GN Awards
Please Copy the list below, add your nominations to the list and then PM it to me Joey.
1.Player of the round
2. Family of the round
3. Boss of the round
4. Underboss of the round
5. Most underrated player (someone who has done a lot but not got the recognition he/she deserves)
6. Best Newcomer
7. Pain in the ass award
8. Best killer
9. Best single kill of the round
10. Most Helpful Player of the round
Please note this is just for fun
You are not aloud to vote for yourself
and only one vote in each section per player
And if you don't have anyone for all the categories then please just send me the ones you do have.
The grandfather clock struck ten and the bells rang. The crimson pooling stained the floor below the twisted frame of The Times Editor. His body lay within arms length of his tommy.
A brief time earlier...
All Hallows Night, the mood is set, inky black skies lit by a full moon that beamed brightly down on the cobble stone streets of Gangster Nation. There is a certain fascination by Gangsters on this night of all nights rivalled only by Valentines Day. Families all in their speak easies, plotting the untimely deaths of others and the high levels secretly alining their strategies of the new coming round.
Star struck local kids admiring the GN legends on each street corner. The ones in the life keeping their bloodshed plans exclusively in house to gain respect from their bosses. Kids trying to emulate their bad boy or girl heroes. We all knew in the neighbourhood that anyone with a big mouth who claimed connection or boasted of who they knew or who they would get to dump your body in the canal was just full of shit and only the one that you knocked down, that got up dusted themselves off and just offered you a steely eyed smirk before walking away; they were the ones you might have something to fear from.
The streets were beginning to fill with costumed children looking to get their own stash of goodies carrying sacks to fill with sweets! Joey had been tasked with handing out the goodies from The Core’s stash. Little boxes of sweets wrapped in hundred dollar bills, all hand crafted by Akasha and her crew. A nice crafty touch and a popular favourite of the neighbourhood.
Joey had been up and down all night answering the door handing out the packages. The rest of the family members off scouting a new headquarters for the up coming round of terror, their old one a little like swiss cheese from the repeated FOE attacks. On this night Joey was happy to stay behind he had been having some writers block and Erbie promised a visit filled with comedic inspiration, not to mention a few cold ales. Akasha, Joey’s mob wife had gone out with her crew to enjoy the festivities.
A knock came to the door, Joey half expecting that it was either Akasha forgetting her key or Erbie bringing the cold ones. He sauntered up to the door the masked faces of a group all held out their sacks awaiting their halloween rewards. Joey popped a few extra in each bag being the generous fellow he is. As he went to push the door closed…a size twelve blocked it open. A fury of gun fire ensued and a single thud as the body hit the ground. The goblins all screaming running amuck too scared to look back.
You have to wonder what raced through the minds of the street women who witnessed the black car pull up with two well dressed, burly men getting out. The men warning them not to stick around that they might want to go somewhere else. Normally the brazen GN bitches would respond with smart ass remarks but their street sense to know this was big leagues made them retreat into the alley ways behind the building. They heard the shots fired, screams and a bit later the sirens. They then knew they could go back to work and ambled out of the alley only to see the crowds gathering each person whispering their own concocted story of the events.
Who were these men? Who had silenced the Times editor? WHY? Was it revenge for the printed word? Was it revenge for some action? Was it jealousy? The police certainly were not going to bust their butts in finding answers, to them it was just another low life gangster getting his just desserts.
Only a few days passed since the killing, all the Bosses of the GN cities gathered to meet and discuss this execution. All wondered who had been ballsy enough to take this action. Was it a new family moving into the Sanctioned Nation? Strangers to those that had long staked ownership claim to GN? The double doors of their meeting room flew open. Akasha in all her gangster glory stood, flanked by the most trusted Core gunmen. Her voice clear and crisp she announced “I swear the streets of Gangster Nation will run red with blood till the killer of Joey is found, judged, tortured and then killed. Bring on the New Round!"
Sent in by Caym During DM
I went to bourbon's (Joey) house dressed as a demon and knocked at his door. He opened it with a bottle of beer in his hand, and answered with a tired voice. What do you want kid. I told him "trick or treat" and he told me he wouldn't give me a single candy so i went 2 steps back and took out my rainbow candy gun and shot him in the head.
know this is a bit cruel but shout out to Hypnos fam for wiping core11 if you will
Two of GNsville Gangsters (SirLancelot & TheHitman) are seated either side of a table in a rough pub when a well-dressed man enters, orders a beer and sits on a stool at the bar.
The two Gangsters start to speculate about the occupation of the suit, as he is not dressed like any gangster they know.
TheHitman: - I reckon he's an accountant.
SirLancelot: - No way - he's a stockbroker..
TheHitman: - He ain't no stockbroker! A stockbroker wouldn't come in here!
The argument repeats itself for some time until the volume of beer gets the better of TheHitman and he makes for the toilet.
On entering the toilet he sees that the suit is standing at a urinal. Curiosity and the several beers get the better of the builder.
TheHitman: - 'Scuse me.. No offence meant, but me and me mate were wondering what you do for a living?
Suit: - No offence taken! I'm a Logical Scientist by profession.
TheHitman: - Oh! What's that then?
Suit: - I'll try to explain by example... Do you have a goldfish at home?
TheHitman: - Err.... Mmm . Well yeah, I do as it happens!
Suit: - Well, it's logical to follow that you keep it in a bowl or in a pond. Which is it?
TheHitman: - It's in a pond!
Suit: - Well then it's reasonable to suppose that you have a large garden.
TheHitman- As it happens, yes I have got a big garden!
Suit: - Well then it's logical to assume that in this town if you have a
large garden then you have a large house?
TheHitman: - As it happens I've got a five-bedroom house...built it myself!
Suit: - Well given that you've built a five-bedroom house it is logical to
assume that you haven't built it just for yourself and that you are quite probably married?
TheHitman: - Yes I am married, I live with my wife and five children.
Suit: - Well then it is logical to assume that you are sexually active with
your wife on a regular basis?
TheHitman:- Yep! Five or six nights a week!
Suit: - Well then it is logical to suggest that you do not masturbate very often?
TheHitman: - Me? Never.
Suit: - Well there you are! That's logical science at work!
TheHitman: - How's that then?
Suit: - Well from finding out that you had a goldfish, I've told you about your sex life!
TheHitman: - I see! That's pretty impressive...thanks mate!
Both leave the toilet and TheHitman returns to his mate.
SirLancelot: - I see the suit was in there. Did you ask him what he does?
TheHitman- Yep! He's a logical scientist!
SirLancelot: - What's that then?
TheHitman: - I'll try and explain. Do you have a goldfish?
SirLancelot: - Nope.
TheHitman: - Well then, you're a wanker!
Thank you all for reading the Times and hope you enjoyed this issue. if you have any new news or stories for me then please do PM me with them.
Remember we will be watching you.
and don't forget to vote Joey as your Editor.
Many thanks Joey.