Welcome to Gaia! ::

Haha.surreal stuff is hard. Just be umpossibly crazy while still making sense and while being compelling. Good stuff haha nobody will want to read it either. It will be art for the sake of art instead if money. I think anyone can do it. Just think outside of the box.... don't even acknowledge the box.

If you want to make a mafia rp karlita. I will joinit. I already tried my hand in it and nobody seemed interested...

I can't pitch it here. It is lost within the bowels of the online slum. I don't really have access to the slum so I can't really get it...

Its up to you gangsta

I HAVE FOUND IT! SUCCESS!!!!!!

Rough draft of the story for Mafia Roleplay. There is more to do, like deciding who plays who and what the city looks like and all that.... but i got the majority of background information done. the Roleplay starts in 1940.

The death of Campione Fedelta was sudden, but not entirely unexpected. He was old, while he took good care of himself, it was not uncommon knowledge that he had a bad heart. Some would say that it isn’t expected for a man of crime to die of natural causes. But for Don Campione Fedelta, this was not the case. He was not a man who chose a life of crime. He was a man who was thrown into that destiny at birth. He was born in Little Italy in Empire City in the summer of the year 1870. His parents were poor, as were all his fellow immigrants in Little Italy. His mother was a stay at home mom, a mother of five, three girls and two boys, Campione being the third born. His father worked as an underling at a small bakery and made just enough money to keep his family from starving to death. His father, Augustus, was not of low spirits despite the poor living conditions. He would always laugh about how much life would be worse back in Italy. How in America dreams could come true. He loved his family dearly, but all but Campione disagreed with his views. His mother, Divinite, was in constant depression. Having constant daydreams of green pastures in her parents estate. Campione’s brothers and sisters grew resentment towards their father and his constant happiness. Campione admired his father greatly. Though he suffered, never having anything of his own, all his clothes being hand-me-downs from his elder brother, and all the toys seeming to skip him and go on to his younger sisters.
He spent all the time he wasn’t doing jobs for people around the neighbor hood reading. He didn’t like novels very much, as novels always seemed to have heroes that were larger than life. He never met a human being that were as great as characters in a book. He liked history, theology, philosophy, things on human nature. The more information he learned about his fellow man, the more he began to doubt heroes all the more. When he was around twelve, he grew quite fond of the socialist movement. He began watching people. Wondering what it would be like if America was swept up in a Marxist Revolution. It was a glorious thought to think that everyone would share the wealth, and all the men and women of Little Italy, would no longer starve, the lowest on the food chain and the highest would become the one. The more he watched the world around him though. He quickly realized that this would never happen, nor should it. He watched men work. He realized that they worked hard for their money. He realized if everyone was paid the same no matter how hard they worked, nobody would work hard, nobody would have ambition to do better. The world would become cold and emotionless. It was then, that he grew interested in the works of Charles Darwin. He became obsessed with the simple thought of survival of the fittest. It was then, that his destiny was decided.
He was moving bags of flour around out back of where his father worked when he got a first look at a family of the Cosa Nostra. It was an enforcer for the Brutto family, come to collect a protection fee from Augustus’ boss. Having worked for his father several times before, Campione knew how little the bakery made, and was amazed at just how much money the put into the hands of the enforcer. When he inquired about it his father laughed. “Oh my boy, it is a necessary measure for owning a business here, you see, the Brutto family stretches all the way back to Sicily. They offer the best protection, for a fee that could be much worse.” He laughed again after he said it, but Campione knew it was forced. He could see worry lines that marked the corners of his father’s eyes. Campione grew very interested in the matter, and began investigating in his free time. Much to his dismay, the people around him were very tight lipped about the Brutto Family. So he was forced to look around for the information himself. It took him a while to find anything out. He followed around a few of the enforcers for a while, and found out that they all came in and out of a restaurant called Antonio’s Pizza. He went in one day, and got himself a pizza which cost him a weeks worth of work. He just simply watched the comings and goings. It was one of the nicest establishments he had seen in his life, aside from the cathedral. The people who came here did not look like the belonged in Little Italy, all dressed in nice suits, and beautiful dresses. Men with grim faces showing no emotion. He quickly made the connection that many of these people were rich simply because they said that the people needed protection. Not that Campione didn’t agree, he had seen what some of the other Cosa Nostra Families did. This further proved survival of the fittest. These people, had weapons, had intelligence. They were the strongest, so they had the most money. It wasn’t really wrong that they had the money, people gave it to them without a fuss. Yet he noticed the stares they sent his way, clad in his dirty street clothes, eating a pizza by himself. They were stares of disgust for a lesser being, Campione grew angry.
Then a man came to his booth and sat across from him. He was a very well dress, rotund man. His suit barely containing his weight. He smiled a big genuine smile.
“Hello! I am Antonio, but you can call me Uncle Tony. What’s your name?” Said Uncle Tony.
Campione finished chewing and swallowed the bite of pizza he just put in his mouth before answering. “Campione Fedelta Sir.” He replied.
Uncle Tony laughed uproariously suddenly, his chubby face growing red. “Oh such formality. Mr. Fedelta, I am just a man, like yourself. Respect is given when it is earned, surely you do not know of me, so I am not worthy of such respect. Uncle Tony will suffice.”
Campione opened his mouth to respond but Uncle Tony waved his hands to silence him. “Campione my friend, do not go on with morals of respect for your elders. I know you think that is nonsense, as does everyone your age, as do I. There are countless men far older than you, that I can guarantee are far less noble than yourself. For less competent. We are men, both of us. If you have a d**k between your legs you are a man. Men are born with certain degrees of honor and ability. You, despite the appearance of my restaurant, being rather high end for this part of town, have come wearing such shoddy clothing. Now, do not take this as an insult, for I one day wore clothing just as you have. Either you are an idiot, or you have balls. Are you an idiot boy?”
Campione shook his head slowly.
“Of course you are not! So that must mean you have balls. I surround myself with men who have that quality. We have a little business that I am sure you are well aware of. I would like to bring you into this circle. If you would like to partake.”
“What exactly is involved Uncle Tony?” Asked Campione.
The chair groaned under Uncle Tony’s weight as he leaned back, his smile growing unimaginably bigger. “First, dear Campione, we need to get you a new suit. See, we can only be good businessmen, if you present ourselves as being good. It is a simple task.”
He waved a hand and a man walked over to the booth, and put down a box. Then walked away.
“Do you know where Palermo street is?” asked Uncle Tony.
Campione nodded.
“Good! Go to 963 Palermo, and go in, find room fifteen. Knock on the door, say Uncle Tony sent you, and open the package. Then you will be on your way to having a real career. No more shoddy clothes. You will get whatever you want.
Campione like the idea, he nodded and took the package, and began walking towards the door. Uncle Tony called out to him. “You are a man of few words Campione! It is a blessing to be sure. I will see you soon.”
Campione rushed the seven blocks to Palermo. His heart was racing with excitement. For all of his short life, he had not been this excited about anything. He always thought he would be able to predict everything that occurred, but this was new. He clamored into 963 Palermo and went up two flights before reaching room fifteen. His breaths came in sharp ragged gasps. He straightened himself and knocked on the door. The man who came to answer it was large, balding and shirtless.
“What do you want?’ he asked.
Campione started undoing the box he took and said, “Uncle Tony sent me.” He opened the box and his whole body went numb with shock when inside the box was a small black revolver. His eyes widened and he looked up at the man, whose face went from shock to rage.
“You b*****d cocksucker!” Screamed the man, and knocked the box from Campione’s hands. Then struck him across the face with the back of his hand. Campione cried out as pain blossomed in his face, then the man was on him. Kicking him in the ribs as he writhed on the ground. His whole body was wracked in agony. He tried to defend himself with his arms enough so he could look around. He saw the gun not far from him, he pushed himself towards it with agility he didn’t even know he had. The man screamed for him to stop when he pulled the trigger. There was a click. Campione pulled the trigger again, and again. He realized it was empty. Horrified he looked up to the man, who was smiling.
“Interesting results. Most boys just take the beating. Very few pull the trigger. Proves you are determined. It also proves you must learn patience. I am Vitro. Come, let us get you a suit. And a new toy.”

Campione was given a suit, and a switchblade, and was accepted as a friend of the Brutto Family. He went to them when he wasn’t working, and worked for them. He realized he was making more than his father doing jobs here and there, than his father was working seventy hours a week at the bakery. His parents did not even know that Campione worked for them. He knew they would not approve. He hid his things beneath the building where he lived, in safe that he was given by Uncle Tony. By the time he was fifteen he had made himself what he considered a small fortune. It was then that he met the man who was to become his Consigliere. The man was Maschio Vischeri. They were of the same age, but Maschio was an orphan who had been taking care of himself for the past three years. Maschio was in the streets yelling in the direction of the apartment he had just been kicked out of. The landlord inside just ignoring him. Campione saw him in this state, then asked him what the problem was. Maschio told him quite simply that he was kicked out because he couldn’t pay rent. Campione, on a whim, decided to help him. He went to visit the land lord, and convinced him to let Maschio to stay free of rent. Using Uncle Tony’s name and a flash of his knife. Maschio was in his debt, and never forgot it. They quickly became friends. Campione realized very quickly that Maschio thought very differently than Campione, not in belief, but in the style of thought. Both were big fans of ancient Greek philosophers, but Maschio thought they were too weak, and preferred throwing a little Nietzscheism into the mix. Campione knew that Maschio was a man that he could use at his side. He brought him before Uncle Tony, who was very enthused.
Over the next two years, Campione made many friends in this fashion. Doing favors for people, asking nothing in return. Whenever someone needed help, he helped them. If he was too busy, he would find someone else he had helped to help. In time, Campione knew many people very well. He also got to know women very well, though never entering a serious relationship. Uncle Tony was very proud of the man he had helped shape. He was so proud, that he couldn’t help but want to meet his family. Campione said no, that it would be a bad idea, but Uncle Tony insisted. So they went to go meet his family. His mother and father were shocked at this news, when Uncle Tony showed up at their door. They kept their mouths shut in his presence, out of fear. They played the part of good host. Uncle Tony said that he would make sure that they were taken care of.
Long story short, he ended up raping Campione’s mother, who hung herself after the act. His father, hell bent on revenge rushed out to find the b*****d who defiled his wife, but was picked up by police who saw him walking down the street with a gun in hand. The vengeance fell to Campione. When he went into Antonio’s Pizza, Uncle Tony acted like nothing had happened. Campione was searched at the door though, so it was obvious that Tony wasn’t playing dumb. They had a long conversation, about nothing really. When there was a series of loud bangs in the street. When everyone looked out the window, Campione broke a wine glass and stabbed Tony in the throat with the jagged stem. When the men stationed around the room realized what had happened they reached for their guns, only to their dismay, so did the customers around the restaurant. The firefight was quick, Tony’s men were dead, Campione was victorious.
The news reached Sicily quickly, and there was a sudden war on the streets of Empire City. Campione came out victorious over the Brutto. They eventually realized if they kept sending men to try and kill Campione, they would run out. Campione took the fortune that was beneath Antonio’s Pizza, and took over what was the Brutto section of Little Italy, forcing those still loyal to Brutto to either join him, die, or get the hell out of town. Campione burned the Restaurant to the ground. In it’s place, he built a warehouse, to open his own business. Zodiac Importing Company. Bringing fine furniture and antiques from around the world to sell. Making smuggling a very easy business. He made the other Families accept the Fedelta family as a real entity. There were little wars here and there, but ultimately, people realized that Campione and Maschio were much too smart to mess with. They didn’t try to expand their territory, so they were left alone. Campione lowered the protection fees by over seventy percent. Finding other means to make his fortune. From drugs, to prostitution, to whatever other vice men couldn’t get anywhere else. Finding justification that men would do what they wanted, so let the strong benefit.


Years went by. Campione became rich. The Fedelta family was concrete and powerful. There was Campione as Don. Maschio as his Consigliere. A council of underbosses, who said Campione’s thoughts almost as well as he could himself. He took care of his brothers and sisters, though his second youngest sister had died when she was only twenty, a murder that did not go severely unpunished. He had several nieces and nephews, who he cherished like his own children. There were also orphans and children around the neighborhood that he delighted in watching grow older. He knew that nothing was stronger than a family who stayed loyal. His family had grown to nearly a thousand people, considering just how many people lived in his part of town. He became a very happy man.
Campione grew old. He died when he was Seventy years old. He found out when he was young that he could not produce any heirs. This broke his heart. He did not let it keep him from strengthening his family, quite the contrary, it compelled him all the more. Though, now that he had died, it created quite a problem. There is much debate as to who will take his place as Don. Maschio currently stands as temporary Don. He accepts that he is too old to have the position, and a new man must be found. There is several people who seem to have the ambition, and the right to be the new Don, but Maschio and the council worry that choosing to hastily could cause turmoil from within the Fedelta family, doing so could weaken their ties, and another family could move in. So they have decreed that there will be a debate on who is worthy. Who is wise enough, who is strong enough to take care of the family. Ensure that it’s bonds are immortal. The Fedelta area of Empire City, is no longer a run down slum. Campione made sure that everyone was well taken care of. The possible heirs and their followers were to be watched as they are sent out on their duties. Whoever proved to have the most integrity would be chosen. It would be no easy task to keep everyone pleased. But Campione must be replaced, whoever is the best, or whoever is the last alive.


I love you copy paste!

If i did not want to do it...i wouldent have looked for it haha.
i was really excited =3 last time...but i guess people dont like rps that dont involve some fantasy and magic.