Doc Syko nods to the new comer.

"Welcome to Newark, the happiest place on earth. So. You wanna get caught up on current events?

He takes a drag from his cigarette.

"Things have been pretty fucked up for a while now. Things use to be differnt, simpler I guess. Then we lost New York, That night we got a newcommer to this city. But I mean what the fuck!? we lost New York, who would have thought those fuckin pussies would even try to take New York, Nevermind Succeed. Fuck them and fuck that big black mother fucker that was leading them. I tell ya if I ever got the chance to fuck him up. Ah fuck who am I kidding,I had a chance and didn't take it. But we'll get into that later."

He lets that settle, taking another hit, before starting again.

"Well the night those Ivory tower fucks came to New York. We got a new commer, he came in by boat, His name was Joe the Hammer Calamia. He told us what was going on and some of our people went in to help. I even wanted a piece of them. we got our asses handed to us, And I barely got out in one piece. The new guy refused to go. He wanted to stay back with the Arch Bishop and make sure he didn't get gang fucked. I had to give it to the new guy, He started to wheel and deal with the cattle. I thought he was fuckin nuts, it was a waste of time. But he said he learned from the fall of New York. I mean what the fuck was there to learn, they took us by surprise."

He dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

"One of the Bishops talked a lot of shit about Joe and in the end the Bishop challenged Joe to Monomancy and Joe won. He had become a Bishop within a year of being in the city. After that the greasey bastard continued building his empire. It didn't take long before the media and shit was changing the outlook of Newark, it went from the most dangerous city around, but it was still the same place. only the media was reflecting it differently. I guess that bullshit about perception is true."

Another pause as he looks around.

"Our ranks were growing. And once we would hit the point of having a fucking kick ass Army, Some dumb assed war pack would whip it out and show that thiers was bigger and strut into New York, and come back with very few, or not come back at all. This shit has been going on for the last decade. But things got really fucked up recently."

He looks over his shoulder, then down at his watch.

"We got word that the big black fuck, Theo Bell I think his name was. Was gonna be in New York, Some Elysium in Brooklyn. Everyone wanted a piece of that fucker, so they figured that if they could give Pullonia his fuckin head. They'd be set. Joe spoke against it. some called him a coward, some called him a traitor, and a few Cainittes even said that they would deal with him upon thier return. Joe tried to talk the Arch Bishop out of the attack.Too bad none of those dumb fucks listened to him. In the end. They left three days ago. The adress they had was in the day before yesterdays paper. I guess those fucking cowards had the place already set for demolition. They blew that fuckin place up. Apparently a "controlled implosion", all of our brave brothers and sisters died."

Another look to his watch, then to his phone in his pocket.

"Joe's been in contact with Pullonia and Mexico City. He is now the Arch Bishop and if you aren't ready to pay him the proper respect. Get the fuck out here, we don't need ya. He sent out for new blood to join us here. Those that want a challenge, those that believe we can not only hold this city but in time purge those arrogant fucks out of our city.. While you're in town I would sugest that you check out the old Newark Prison, And listen to my show on 99.3 FM. If you don't have anymore questions, I'm gonna fuck off back to my booth."