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Fri Oct 17th,
7 PM Eastern
Goldberg, Weinberg, Smith
and Finklestein. Yeah, it’s
a fancy name for a mob
lawyer’s office, but you go
with what’s traditional. I
sent out invitations to four
families. You see, I am Don
Ezio Pavone, and I am
dying. Cancer in my damn
pancreas, can you believe
it? I don’t have much time
left, and after only twelve
years of running this city.
I hate to admit it, but I’m
not ready to pass on. Too
much left to do. Too much
left to conquer and no heir
to the throne.
So that’s where you come
in. Each of you is a lesser
family, but because you
have been preparing to
take over, you’ve got a
greater upside. I know all
your families can fight.
But I need to see who can
make the best - or most
advantageous - peace.
Thus, I cordially invite
you to the
Annual Fund-
raiser Gala of the Stars.
Lie, cheat, and steal your
way to getting the most
donations from the rich
and famous here. Whoev-
er brings me the most at
the end?
I crown them my prince.
And sooner thanyou
think, the prince shall be
king.
Below is the contract my
lawyers have put togeth-
er for you to sign, and a
voided copy of the will I
will establish. So put on
your best shoes and your
nicest clothes and come
to the Annual Fundrais-
er Gala of the Stars, and
show me who is going to
be the one who can lead
my family when the time
comes. But remember,
even though this is about
how to rule the peace, a
wise man once said “Si vis
pacem, para bellum.”