It has been quite a while since i have last resurfaced, but i felt now was a good a time as any to tell of my tale. As many of you may have read, i was a victim of an attempted assassination. Thankfully i managed to survive to fight another day, however, to the utter disappointment of my enemies. I will now begin to tell my story...

 

Just after the attempted assassination i decided to inquire into this "event". The first thing i needed to do was to sit down with my consigliere and capos to determine what needed to be done. We have all felt that the other families have become weak, but they still commanded force, so we needed to find out the facts before we committed to a full scale war. I sent my best men out to the streets to find out any tiny piece of information that had any connection to the events, i allowed them to use whatever force that is neccesary.

 

After three days we were informed that we have recovered the where abouts of the man who told these "assassins" who there hit was. This man was obviously the buffer between the assassins and the men who collaborated the hit, including the don or dons that sanctioned it. I promptly ordered one of my capos to follow this man wherever he went and gather as much information that was possible. We found out that on Tuesday's this man, Tony, does his local collections and arrives home at his apartment at around 7pm... Although he isn't always alone, he has a boyfriend. It was a Monday and i felt that quick and swift action would be crucial. Instead of sending one of my capos or soldiers to do the dirty work, i felt that i needed to see this through personally.

 

It was almost 6.30pm when i climbed out of my black cadillac, i was heavy, Tokarev automatic, 7.62-millimetre with a Carswell silencer donned under my jacket. I was running through the motions and i knew what needed to be done. I approached the front door of the apartment complex and opened it slowly, i had to be cautious, my face is well known. I decided against taking the elevator and took the stairs, apartment 304. Finally, i stood in front of a door, in big white numbers that spelt out 304, this is the one. Pulling out my lock picking tools, i began to work the lock, cautiously looking around for onlookers, click, i was in. I began to open the door slowly, gun drawn, i could see through the ever increasing crack that it was empty, or so it seemed. Once i was fully in i turned and closed the door, making sure it was locked.

 

Quickly surveying the scene, i noticed the kitchen light was on, i crept forward, making not a sound. I could hear footsteps, in the kitchen, looks like i wasn't alone. Moving closer to the opening to the kitchen, i saw what looks to be a half naked man, wearing nothing but a towel. I knew it must be getting close to 7, so there was no time to waste. He was preparing some food, his back was towards me, this was my chance. Grabbing a knife that was lying on the bench, i began my approach. I was close now, within a metre. I came around from behind and with one swift move the knife cut out a deep gorge in the mans throat. He didn't even see it coming, he flopped to the ground holding his severed neck in both his hands. Lying in a pool of his own blood, he glanced up to look at who had done this, you could see his eyes widen as he realised who it was, it only lasted a moment. The man started convulsing and you could see the life drain out of his eyes, finally he died.

 

Hmm, must almost be time. Glancing out the window i saw what was unmistakably Tony's car pull into the apartment parking lot. Knowing i had about 4 minutes until he would walk through the front door, i had to act fast. Looking down at the bloodied corpse of Tony's boyfriend, i had to move the body. Ah, the bedroom, I then began to drag the corpse into the bedroom. Walking back into the kitchen i promptly turned off the light and positioned myself in the living area close to the door, pulling out my gun. A minute later there was a rattle of keys, the door opened.

 

The light came on and Tony moved towards the kitchen, noticing the trail of blood he gasped, "Oh my god". By that stage i was a metre away with the gun pointed at the back of his head, i pulled the hammer back making a distinctive click, i said, "You seemed surprised Tony, you knew this day would come eventually". He turned with a look of shock on his face, "You" he gasped, i replied, "Indeed. However, im here to make you an offer, tell me who sanctioned this hit and i will let you leave this apartment alive". After a minute silence he replied, "Paulie", i said "Paulie. The Accardo family captain?", to which he said, "Yes". I thought to myself, now we are getting somewhere. "Goodbye Tony", raising the silenced pistol upwards, "Wait, please don't", Tony screamed through uncontrollable sobs, "It is too late for forgiveness" i said. Squeezing the trigger slightly the gun bucked in my hand, as the gun exploded Tony was flung backwards, the bullet catching him between the eyes cracking open the skull and tearing out half his brain.

 

Replacing the gun back into my coat and pulling out my cell phone, i called the family, "I need some spring cleaning done, you know where". I walked outside and started to light a cigar, now it has begun.

I have done some research and found some of the best quotes from the first godfather movie:

 

"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse."  - Don Corleone to Johnny Fontane about Woltz

 

"A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man."  - Don Corleone to Johnny Fontane

 

"Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."  - Clemenza to Rocco

 

"Now listen: I want somebody good -- and I mean very good -- to plant that gun. I don't want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hands, alright?"  - Sonny to Clemenza and Tom

 

"Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me."  - Don Corleone to Bonasera

 

"If you had come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day."  - Don Vito to Amerigo Bonasera

 

This blog entry is merely one to make you guys happy until i can update you further on the war of the familys. Until then.

 

The Godfather

Hello,

 

It has been quite a while since i have graced you all with my soothing words, but i felt that now was the appropriate time for me to resurface... once again.

 

As many of you know or should know, i recently had an accident. But what you didnt know was that this was no mere car accident, it was indeed an assassination attempt upon my very life. I will now try and indulge you with my recollections of this monumental event that has sent cataclysmic ripples throughout the mafia community.

 

It was a very hot and humid summer day when i was traveling back from the family olive plantation. It would have seemed like an ordinary day for an untrained eye, however, i sensed an air of trouble brewing. I realised that it was a very wise decision for me to bring along my very trusty friend. My personal driver turned to me and said "we are about 5 mins out now". As we approached a deserted roundabout, out of the corner of me eye i caught a glimpse of something shinny. I turned to further investigate and realised, to my utter horror, that it was a black SUV... no license plates.

 

It was too late to warn the driver, who apparently did not even notice it coming. The SUV powered in front of us, slamming into the front of my car. The impact caused the car to skid out of control, where we were suddenly stopped... by a tree. The collision with this sturdy tree left me somewhat, disorientated. I shook the feeling off and waited for my vision to return. Once i was able to see again, i noticed 5 men, dismounting from the SUV. However, they were not carrying first aid kits but fully loaded tactical rifles. I knew this was not going to end well.

 

I sat upright in the leather car seats and turned to my trusted friend. Which just so happened to be... a nice, slick... tommy gun. It has always been faithful to me, never back answered me once. Never afraid to unravel a world of pain upon all who stood in its way, woman, children, mafia goons etc. It merely recoils with the slight, gentle squeeze of my finger upon the trigger, leaving a blissful, rattling sound in response. I then picked the tommy gun up with the tenderness of a loving mother nursing a sick child.

 

My attention was then re-focused upon the situation at hand. I turned to scope out my options and realised that i would have to act fast. I ducked down just in time, as a volley of gunfire ripped through the thin metal chazy of my vehicle. Glass and metal fragments went everywhere. In that moment, i realised that i had never checked my driver. I dared a quick glance over to the drivers seat, he looked fine from here. Until, all of a sudden, a bullet screamed through the all ready busted window and lodged itself into the cranium of my beloved driver, spraying blood and brain matter all over the place. After witnessing many scenes such as this in my time, you get accustomed to death. I was not phased nor shocked at what i had just witness, i merely vowed to avenge his death and protect the family name.

 

I then proceeded to wipe the blood off my face with the back of my left hand. I noticed that it had gotten awfully quiet, the bullets stopped dancing above my head, it was in fact... dead quiet. I knew that this was my opening to make a move. I slid across the leather seat, my hands being sliced and ripped apart from glass fragments. I had learnt well to ignore pain, an ability that has served me well these few years. I made my way to the side door and gently pulled down on the handle, click, so far so good. I crawled out the small opening and approached the rear of my car. I peered around the corner and notice one heavily clad goon was approaching this way.

 

I slid underneath the car, waiting in anticipation. The goon rounded the rear and approached the door that i had just previously slid out of. His back was turned, excellent. I then snuck up from behind with the precision of a suicide bomber at a george bush convention. With one quick movement i had the goon in a very nasty headlock. He let out a scream that sounded much like a 10 year old school girls. I spat in disgust at this mans every nature, i thought to myself, "They sent god damn pansy's to kill me! They are going to pay now!". I turned to face the other four "assassins". I could see the fear in their eyes, they knew they were going to die.

 

All four men raised there weapons and begin to unload there magazines towards me. I let out a laugh as the bullets riddled the goons body as i continued to hold him as a shield. I heard the distinctive click, no ammo, and i was still standing. I let the goon go, who just flopped down lifelessly beside me. Reaching behind my back i then retrieved the tommy gun. I whipped it out in front of me, allowing the four goons to bask in its impressive awe. I applied slight pressure to the trigger, allowing a single bullet to rattle off, straight into the chest cavity of the left most goon, he dropped quick and hard. I heard the remaining men wimper, like a dog after james has been at it. I saw them fumble with fresh magazines, i thought to myself, " this had gone on long enough". As quickly as i had thought it, the tommy gun recoiled obediently, spraying the remaining men with bullets. All that was left was smoke and bloody corpses.

 

I glanced over at my car and realised that there was no way i could drive that back to my fortress. I then proceeded over to a horrified old lady in her 1960 volvo sedan, enough to cause me to go into another fit of rage. I grabbed her arm and yanked her out onto the pavement, ignoring her protests and sobs. I jumped in and out of spite, gunned the car into the nearest telegraph pole i could find. One less volvo, my work here is done. I continued over to the lifeless goons and tied there feet together with some rope. As a sign to others for what will happen if they defy the Godfather, i dragged there corpses all the way to my fortress, 5 km away.

 

I called a metting with high level family members to discuss what would happen next. We sent everybody to the mattresses that night. The war of the five familys has just begun.

 

The Godfather

 

 

Guten abend,

 

This week has been an extremely busy and hectic one for the godfather. Recently I was involved in a car accident. Thankfully I lived to see the light of day, however the ride suffered some injuires. In due time it will be restored to full health and will look better then before... garenteed. But rest assured I am seeking vengence, I shall strike hard and fast right at the throat of the perpetrator.

 

Onto some more positve notes, the Australian national football team has just qualified for the World cup which will be hosted in Germany 2006. I was one of the very fortunate people who were able to witness the remarkable event live, within Telstra stadium... one of the perks of having many contacts up your sleeves. Many people have doubted the Socceroos and their bid to make it to the world cup. Last night proved to many, that we are a force to be reckoned with. After last nights result, I have never been prouder to be an Australian. I pity all those who had doubt in there hearts and will be shown no mercy. The Uruguan's have got what they had coming, divine right? I think not, they have just suffered a mighty blow, a backhand right across the face on a cold morning. That shall teach them!

 

The Godfather

It has been a while, but I have only been back in the country a little while. As you may not have known, i was over in Vietnam trying to extend the family business. All went well and it looks like my empire is beginning to thrive. With the help of one of my closest family members.... James.

 

All in all we had an absolutly fabulous time over there and we didnt wack to many people... by that I mean we kept the toll under three digits. Once I hear back from my various contacts, I will attempt to load some images onto this here site.

 

Unfortunately, coming back into this great nation of ours brings upon a great amount of resposibility. By that I mean, paperwork and lots of it. But my gratitude goes to Scott, who keep the family business running smoothly back here while me and James were gone. However, I am unsettled by the heads of the five familys and what they tried to do while I was gone... this will bring bloodshed, but it is unavoidable.

 

Just remember, if you run against the family. There is only one option that would remain open to you. A swift and horriffic death... no enemy will remain safe, that I promise you.

 

Your time will come!

The Don