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Editor: The Hanging Man

Sixth Issue

July, 30th


What’s Family To A Turn-cloak?
Written By Wicked Weasley

"Person Non Grata" That was the powerful statement uttered by former New York Consigliere Slick, RHM to Albert Fish, backed by his leader and the many crew leaders of the age, Ares, Alex Savaglio, Harry Winston, Alfie Solomons, Ferdinand Boccia a commission decision that all were to abide by.

But let us tell the tale of Wesley before his very name became a paradigm of betrayal. When did the poisonous blood first enter his veins or was he already born a snake? He had the Riot Club a Los Angeles based family, a friend to many they would say, when the leader of the Nevada based LSM outfit one Vinny Gorgeous Was brutally slain by the FBN the Vegas family feared what would become of them, Marketos the interim leader reached out to his friend Wesley and begged safe haven, sought a continuation of their alliance. Little did he know that SAS the Miami family had already been at Wesley "Vegas have to go" On account of the many lineages ranking in Vegas in the end it's death knell was but one member, one that SAS abhorred being allowed to rise a foul act of blood lining. Marketos passed Wesley information that John Moss was looking to kill his family, what did the leader choose to do? Ally with Moss and SAS and kill Las Vegas, not because it was the proper and right thing to do, but merely so he could breathe a little longer. Men and women who came to him for protection were replied to with gunpowder and smoke.

Wesley could be forgiven that instance perhaps, for it protected his family, he proved many doubters wrong when he took a prominent position in the downfall of SAS yet even so, those members of SAS would label him betrayer.

So we then take you to his most appalling act, first and foremost a leader's job is to protect their members, otherwise what's the point in following a man? Are you there to make up numbers, to throw cash at a bumbling fool, no you follow a man hoping he has your best interests at heart, Los Angeles, Denver, Las Vegas three cities put their trust in Wesley and each paid the blood price for him, nothing but names on gravestones, death in the name of a leader who slinked off to the Captain, his own life seemingly worth far more than each and every single member who looked up to him.

How did Wesley repay that most noble of sacrifices? How did he go on to make those deceased members proud? Why like some embittered gunslinger he chose to offer his allegiance to the very men who had lay waste to his family, now I'm sorry readers but does this strike you as the actions of an honourable man? Or just another chapter in the long running selfish moves of a narcissist. No doubt the bodies of those men & women who tried in vain to save him now turn over in there graves.




Now onto his new allies that mighty team of defenders of the faith, what did they think of Wesley? Such were thoughts on him the absentee leader of Los Angeles that Slick called him nothing more than a rat and a cockroach, beneath even the lowliest of denizens. That was until New York needed help. Below is a transcript of a meeting with all commission members in attendance barring Alex Savaglio who chose to abstain. We'll focus on New York's stance on Wesley.

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May 6th 5:09AM - Slick | Wack Reply | Report Abuse
"Everyone remembers why we all in this table a few months back decided to overthrow Don Chariz. We had a premise, it was just not an act of killing. Turns out and here's what the future unfolds: a New Don Chariz, a cheaper version of him.

Obviously to me, this man had to be shot down. For every reason and more. The most important thing in this business is trust and predictability. And you're not worth any of them, you should know what's coming for ya.

It happens that at the time, we in New York, happened to be on the same page as Chicago and Detroit on the subject, so we decided to make the underworld a favor.

LA and LV are now open for business, and I am sure that the moment we all see our cities being filled with Godfathers, we will have plenty of candidates who fit and deserve those cities much better, and us all of course.

But this doesn't mean this issue is finished. This man's recent deeds just showed us all the kind of character we're dealing with. Without going through the fact the he abandoned his family, cos that's not my problem, he chose to go into witness protection program to fuck us all instead of accepting things like a man of honor. He's now going to deal with them and provide everything he knows in exchange of a better deal.

Everyone knows what happens the minute you step into the other side. You are to go take a swim with the fishes. I hope we all look at this the very same way.

Also, the fact that he turned into an informer, doesn't mean he ceased to be one of our enemies. He is, and for that simple fact, any of his supported will be seen an enemy in my eyes. Cos he is, and the moment he attempts to comeback, I will hunt him down like a mad dog.

I speak for me, and for NY, when I say that I don't want to go down cos of this rat fag mother fucker. With that being said, I fully support this, and even dare to add that everyone all around the place has to know about this, and really understand we mean business. That's why I am going to suggest, if no one objects, or has a better man for the job, that I carry out the message to the outside.

Waddaya say fellas?"

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New York carried that message to the streets, what they didn't allude to was that they felt themselves above such things as hypocrisy, above the thoughts of the other leaders whom they'd made agreement with. That they alone could break binding agreements. What worth was the word of the 107 when it seemed Victory was unattainable? In the end it meant as much as the lives of Wesley's former family to him.


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"When A Nobody Dies & Albert Fish starts to cry that's Velaro
Written By Where Delat

No man could have imagined the connections one time Miami Don Cal Velaro had, when it came to quietly see him out the door. Dillon Winston just couldn’t budge the man, it was to be a failure of catastrophic proportions. Cal Velaro recently from a meeting with the captain, unprotected, alone. Dillon had but only to land that shot. Reports say that Velaro was untouchable on the day. Quickly acquiring protection and fleeing from the city of Miami. Our reporters have dug hard and deep but no insight has been offered on just how Velaro managed to call Fish to his side, breaking a prior agreement by the Godfathers to not partake in the wars of the country, Albert Fish the quiet leader of New York once again showed his disdain when rules prevented him from his desires.

He quickly set about Dillon Winston, unable to return fire, once these two cities had been the keenest of allies. Reports have since circulated that Fish was a man in a precarious position, letting his family know just a day prior that he was retiring from this thing of ours due to devoting too much of his life to the mob. Many others would say this was not the case, Fish was abdicating due to his clashes with vocal hand in Slick, unhappy at the progression of the little heard “Elders” It has been a long held belief by many denizens of our cities that Albert Fish was nothing but a puppet commander, the pretty face with which the hardy Slick could operate behind. Every meeting, every deal that involved the 107 had Slick’s delicate touch to it, the go to man when any New York issue arose, he was with some conviction, leader in all but name.

So how did a man about to pack it all in, come to throw away not just his own life but that of two families?

Maybe it was the fact he was literally invincible in the eyes of gods and men, a figure that had transcended beyond the mortal plane, a vicious bully who having achieved all his goals sought to actually for once, make a move without Slick’s patient guiding hand. Detroit saw the futility in opposing a maddened Godfather looking to add more names to his list. Approaches were made to Fish & Slick, the hand regardless of his issues supported his Godfather, Fish himself in one of these meetings made it clear it was now a matter of pride and that he’d back down to no one, regardless of the outcome. The thoughts of a man who wishes to protect his family? Or the musings of a self absorbed man. John Gotti and Dwight McCarthy were to pay the price that Albert Fish’s words had bought. In return Dali was to be struck down, was this to be the legacy of these Godfathers, death and destruction. Laying waste to the world we all live in with their selfish desire to better one and other?

A meeting between Ares, Eruzione, Alex Savaglio, Harry Winston, Albert Fish was arranged to halt the madness. To put an end to the countries grief. As always Fish said little demanding proof that was of little concern to New York. Accusations of blood lining circulated around Winston like a bad cologne. Does a leopard ever truly change his spots? Fish felt not storming from the meeting, he sought the intervention of the gods, looking to remove Savaglio, Harry, Dillon from the deck with nothing but the pleas at an altar.

A tactical masterstroke or the unwinding of a man desperately out of his depth, Albert Fish must have assumed his final vanity project was nearing completion, just the matter of sorting out Cal Velaro with a meeting with the captain, knowing his opponents were locked up awaiting trial. Jimmy Todaro a Camorra Goomba hadn’t read the script as the youth of today never does. A recurring theme from the little fellow who police reports would later tag “The Bane Of NYC” At the war's beginning a mere Goomba, yet already he had claimed the life of one Capo and was to be the piece that saw the duplicitous Cal Velaro in the mud.

Unbeknown to New York Harry and Alex had been freed and lay at a safe house. So Jimmy Todaro took a flight right into the heart of the lions den, it was a suicide mission, victory was all that was on the kid's mind. He struck a shot at Cal Velaro it of course missed. His bodyguard took a wound in return for the shot, Albert Fish’s tactics were already circumspect having locked Dwight McCarthy within the confines of New York with no escape, thus again Fish showed a naivety in allowing Velaro (A Don) to flee from Jimmy Todaro (Goomba) He chose Denver to hop to, rumours circulate that Omar shot at Velaro, that he gave up his location. That he did nothing but move from the inevitable war zone, what is true is Harry Winston free from the gods executed the man that had launched such a war of epic proportions.

Omar himself had made way to New York and was looking to get to ground, only for the Denver leaders protection to begin dropping one after the other, an unprovoked attack with zero proof, it could be none other than that pantomime villain Albert Fish, a man who when questioned on his abilities to lead and with the war falling away from him merely replied. “At least I have a family” He of course was talking about his prodigious bedroom activities, regardless of the men and women being slain on the street, the man had a penis and had managed to use it, no doubt such a complex procedure such was his unabashed glory in the statement.

With Velaro gone, New York continued the war, Detroit having little in the way of top end shooters, Rivi undoubtedly there most skilled. Wesley had been brought in by the 107, Detroit had a trump card of their own to pull, justice was to come, Damien Thorn walked. A frenzy of whispers just what could it mean? Ares the prince of subterfuge calmed any New York fears, Fish nothing but string around his finger as he delicately danced between camps.

The Bash Bro's none more than Snicket had been vehement in their desire to help Detroit in the war, but Ares had proven cautious not wishing to reveal his hand until much later, it took Rivi to clip NYC Consigliere Legacy in what can only be felt a kamikaze mission, before Eruzione finally threw off the shackles Ares had on him and entered into the war fully.

Slick had somehow made it to Atlanta and began firing at Adrian a low ranking Bash Bro capo, after a brief gunfight Eruzione met Slick, both men skilled with a pistol and Slick even having the trophy of a director. It was an evenly matched fighting considering Eruzione outranked the New Yorker, Eruzione was poised to make a move so as to use the numerical superiority they had at hand, before his last shot crippled Slick through eight bodyguards. With his death and that of Rittz at the hand of another Bash Bro gunner in Mr Smith, it left Albert Fish Godfather once of two families, with no one else but the very man he'd fought months ago as his last remaining ally.

Reports circulate that he was in a rage, the betrayal of Ares crippling the NYC resident, ruthlessly he set about fighting anyone he could, Winston & Eruzione were both low on protection and on the lam, Rivi & Damien were laying in wait in Dallas, expecting the grief ridden Fish to land, he took the bait and Rivi and Albert Fish engaged. It was a hard fought match, but regardless of Fish tactical ineptitude he had a warriors grit, Rivi had rocked him but it would have been a death sentence to remain, he flew to Chicago immediately taken to a safe house with Wesley hot on his heels. Quickly Wesley set to task on Rivi firing shot after shot, bodyguards fell as the man looked to get out of the way. No return fire was given and mere inches from safety the stalwart Detroit Don was struck with a fatal blow.

Wesley had claimed a scalp of magnitude, quickly the younger brother Dillon Winston had been peppering shots at Wesley and they both continued at one and other, meanwhile in Dallas Damien Thorn had risen forth to battle Albert Fish, already wounded the Godfather carried on and they both left many dead protection teams in there weak, Thorn struck an almost critical blow but in turn had been hurt himself, he chose to move Alex Savaglio was primed to come in but after heroically throwing himself into fights previously he was low on bodyguards. His contact with the required protection was delayed, it fell to the late, late Harry Winston on a mere twelve bodyguards to make way to Dallas, only for Fish to quickly prove once again he was the superior gunner as he took Winston to task, as he flailed and hired more bodyguard, at this point Alex Savaglio himself made way to Dallas in preparation to takeover, But in the end the engagements with Rivi and Damien Thorn proved of paramount importance and it was Harry Winston who was to claim the head of Albert Fish as his own, the FBN have him under investigation for numerous murders but that the first Godfather ever to be slain on the streets was by his hand, no doubt the ring will be closing in on him soon.

In Chicago Dillon Winston and Wesley’s fight had met a grisly end for the ex leader of Los Angeles, a reflex shot by the youngest of the Winstons was to slay him thus ending an enmity that had begun many months previously with the slaying of Nancy Corallo.



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Denver versus LA - a horror story (for street talk)
Written By Quintessential Englishman

This recount supplied courtesy of the Year 7 drama students of North Hollywood High School, and the hoppers of Lakewood Terrace - aged 11 and below - who genuinely believed they could provide better drama than the combatants.

If the New York vs Detroit, Miami, Dallas war was an Olympic heavyweight bout, the LA / Denver war was more like something you'd see at the special Olympics. Sparked by one of the ugliest street "battles" ever and punctuated at numerous points by some amateur dramatics in the "banter" stakes (and we use the word more loosely than a pair of Legacy's pants), this war spluttered into life with some occasionally talented gunnery and some impressive acts of bravery before slowly dying on the vine as an outnumbered Dillon Winston, Don of Los Angeles, was the last of his crew to fall, cornered, trapped and overpowered by the finishing power of Marlo.

Your correspondent isn't 100% certain what the incident was that sparked this provincial spat. Certainly some ugliness occurred after the death of the LA leader and former Dallas guy, Charles Floyd - felled fighting former New York Godfather Albert Fish after leading his family into the war. Raised voices and aggression at his funeral from members of the Denver crew, thought to be loyal to the offed former Dallas boss couped by Floyd, caused issues. Omar used the opportunity to make a show of strength, some considered tantamount to bullying given the respective strengths of both families, but a peace deal was negotiated with former Detroit loyalist Rivi taking over in Los Angeles and calm briefly resumed.

However, as we all know, allegations of bullying and treachery rarely die a death until blood has been spilled, and so it would seem with Denver once again sailing close to the wind as regards their neutrailty stance - BrotherMouzone engaged by the tactical leaders in the war to assist in a bodyguard drop for the leader of his former adversaries, failed to show at the meeting point, forcing a defenceless and obviously shocked Rivi to flee a shadowy figure from the depths of the underworld, Don Wesley - formerly of Los Angeles and the Riot Club - who miraculously appeared at the time and place the bodyguards were due, with a full compliment. Protestations of neutrailty swiftly emanated from Denver, but failed to fool even the aforementioned Year 7's.

While it couldn't be said to be a complete surprise that he'd returned - there'd been rumours of conversations with former Commission members and friends on both sides of the war, Albert Fish and Alex Savaglio both involved, it'd been unclear whether he'd involved himself or not. A potentially destiny-changing act in a bloody war, if New York could remove Rivi and add Wesley to their ranks, the balance of power could shift dramatically. This, however, was not to be - despite Wesley making a savage impact ultimately finishing Rivi before succumbing to the younger Winston brother Dillon, and more bloody fighting eventually dragging in Dallas leader Eruzione, Fish fell at the hands of Detroit Godfather Harry Winston in one of the more titanic fights in recent memory, seeing off repeated attacks from Damien Thorn, Savaglio (twice), Dillon again among others.

That's not the story we're here to tell today, though. One wondered if the first Godfather on Godfather scrap might be enough to settle this thing of ours down while people took stock, tried to work out options. Dillon Winston had other ideas, clearly carrying grudges from the faked BG drop and smarting from the funeral treatment of his old friend, claimed Los Angeles for himself, in an agreement with the family there, and immediately attempted to place a travel ban on members of the Denver family, prohibiting them from entering the city. Omar saw this immediately for what it was - a declaration - and wasted no time whatsoever in throwing down a challenge in the streets. Fair to suggest that one of these verbal escapades was an improvement on the other, as many a neutral remarked.

Not a war that'll be remembered for the quality of its banter, less witty repartee than verbal cudgelling, it didn't take long for the first action to take place... Dillon wasting no time sitting proudly and waiting for the action to come to him. In a lengthy scrap he saw off Marlo initially, BroutherMouzone and then Omar himself, before Marlo came and tried to finish but was unable to, Dillon withdrawing within inches of his life, a mere couple of loyal men dragging him away.

Unable to get a break, the LA crew sustained casualties at a clip, losing the brave but underpowered Petface and the addled RantCasey in skirmishes of little real consequence - one wonders if Petface had been luckier or Rant had been used more effectively whether the outcome might have been different. As it was, when Dillon busted out of a trap laid for him and finished Omar through a huge group of bodyguards, it certainly looked as if Dillon might pull off the unthinkable and stand alone at the end, battered and bloodied. But despite his brilliant one-man-show a few days previously, was it arrogance or simply a desire to see the end that led him down a one way street, moving to take on BrotherMouzone only to find himself pinned when the Denver man rotated away, leaving Marlo to fire the finishing shots.

We're left with many questions at the end of this scrap... will get get answers?

Who'll take over in Denver now? Is there the spirit to continue given that Omar is gone? BrotherMouzone holds the HQ but there'll be interest as to the plans of Marlo after his impressive shooting.

What'll happen in Los Angeles? Is there a desire to see a family there, or will it be left empty? Mr Smith of Atlanta had had some consideration but seemed happy overseeing the competition in Las Vegas before his horrific demise. Is Adrian the man to step up? Or could we see a contender for the first ever GodMother in this thing of ours, in the shape of Raven? King in Miami is thought to be content to sit on the East Coast for now and with Thorn rebuilding in New York and keeping himself to himself, there seem to be few options.

Amid rumours of the Commission reforming, will the Godfathers act? Will they find a replacement, or leave the city to be claimed.

So much left to be resolved... watch this space.


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Disco Inferno
Written by Prince Orangeade

A public appeal has been thrown across all national news outlets, the FBN is monitoring the situation closely, as is the Denver Fire Department, I managed to grab an eyewitness report from one Fireman Sam, “She was some kind of witch they say, apparently a mobster too, dabbling in the dark arts. You could see the blaze for miles and the stink? I’ve never known a blaze like it, there were too many bones, way too many bones...”

A vacant look had appeared on his face, clearly the blaze had given him pause, what could this femme fatale have done, “Sugar” Was the last of the Azucari family buried in the spot, a family crypt. Was it a case of mob violence going too far? Many who had lived in her old neighbourhood were notoriously scared of her. An evil woman one eyewitness was quoted. I trudged along the scorched grass, one last look at the crypt that had housed this demon.

I was to wonder, was it really something more, or just an attack on a targeted individual, the FBN stressed they were monitoring it as they were fearful of an arsonist of this magnitude on the loose.



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Detroit’s Hotel Thorn
By Kelly June

This issue I visited Hotel Thorn in Detroit. With ever so growing popularity among the high society, Hotel Thorn has made a good reputation for itself over the years and therefore it’s worth a mention. Founded and owned by Don Damien Thorn who is also the head of the famous electrical company Thorn Industries based in New York, the hotel is placed in the very heart of Detroit. Surrounded by popular shopping locations and social meet-up spots, some which are suspected by the authorities to illegally buy and supply alcohol to the public, Hotel Thorn surprisingly has never had a blackspot on its record. When on my way I’ve asked a local citizen (who asked not to be named) to comment on their opinion of Hotel Thorn in their city, they replied “I don’t know, never been. That’s the place for rich faggots”.
It’s to be noted that from the outside of the establishment itself, there has been no indication that would lead myself to believe it was designed for homosexual activity. The decoration all together was in good taste, perhaps a little over the top for my liking, but definitely that of luxury. If you’re looking for a romantic weekend getaway with your young hot new lover, this is the place to be, but probably not your wife as there is a high probability you’ll go over your quarterly budget.

On the inside of things, I was greeted by a young well-dressed maître d'hôtel, but instead of a smile, he gave me off the impression I was being examined for my spending potential. Perhaps if I was accompanied by a young gentleman it would eliminate the doubts. However I was quick to assure him that I wanted to get the penthouse apartment for the night and placed a large tip in his palm. And with that I was shown way to the reception area. It gave me a horrid first impression as we were walking towards it. The receptionist was clearly, very deeply with his finger up his nose. It briefly crossed my mind that our arrival at the desk would distract the said receptionist and at least embarrass him with his gruesome activity now discovered and observed by the clientele. However, he greeted us and requested a moment to finish up mining what already seemed like a very well mined nose, afterwards placing the findings underneath the expensive oak or mahogany counter top. I disregarded my feelings of utmost disgust and proceeded to sign in the guest book, after which I was accompanied to the lounge.

The overall lounge ambience was very calming and exquisite. There has been no expense spared in creating a very well designed your own personal piece of heaven with gorgeous exotic plants in every corner of the room. The seating arrangements allowed privacy as well were functional for a larger group of guests to be seated. I decided to take a seat at the bar to get the chance to socialise with the bartender. To my surprise, there was a distinct smell of alcohol coming from the barman himself. After my thorough review, I had notified the local authorities to launch an investigation on this individual. However, at the moment of the review I decided to take advantage of the barman’s chattiness. When casually asked about any important guests currently visiting, he was not shy to inform me that a famous movie star Rudolph Valentino, signed under fake name as Fred Contraro, is staying overnight in a single bed suite with his dearly beloved nephew and does not wish to be recognised or bothered by the press. The famous actor has ordered individually wrapped sweets to be sent to his room in a large quantity and no other special demands.

I ordered my dinner to be sent to my room and decided to retire for the night. To my surprise the elevator was ‘out of service’. For further information to readers who wished to exercise on their romantic getaways before engaging in any private bedroom activities, there are 1390 steps to the penthouse suite, so either book a room on the first floor or pack a pin up girl calendar or two. My room turned out to be acceptable, however my dinner arrived cold. To my also surprise in horror, after I attempted to eat the cold dinner, I discovered what looked like a rat tail and a human finger. Disturbed, I vacated the hotel immediately. Whether it was somebody’s practical joke or an intimidation tactic, I decided to go ahead with publishing the article regardless.

After my review I contacted Don Damien Thorn himself to give a statement to the paper about his staff discrepancies and the appalling service that the hotel under his family name is providing. Don Damien Thorn refused to have his picture taken and only replied, which is a direct quote, “No fucking comment”. Dear readers, with the price from room booking to room service averaging at $666, this is certainly far from paradise, but rather hell to stay in. I would not recommend this hotel to my worst enemies. Don Damien Thorn, get your act together!