Name Your God

[victoria medvedev †]

( NAME YOUR GOD ! )
a n d . w e . w i l l . s e n d . y o u . t o . w h a t e v e r . g o d . y o u . c h o o s e

Welcome to Boston, Massachusetts. Home
of Harvard, the American Revolution, and more criminal scum than the eye can see.
This ain't a kind city, people. Shit goes does down here. Men and women kill, cheat,
and steal like it's the frickin' apocalypse. But really? It's a way of life. When things aren't
handed to you, you gotta take it. And what with a sudden burst of organized crime in
the heart of Boston, things are really beginning heat up. Loyalties are tested. Alliances
are formed.

The good men in blue are beginning to feel overwhelmed-- but the fight goes on. The
Boston Police Department has sent in for federal aide, and a new influx of FBI agents
has restored hope. It's been said that there are even some agents working undercover
to bring an end to Boston's organized crime... but those might just be rumors. One
thing's for sure; tread softly on mafia soil.

Families like the Italian Cardamones and the Irish Kilpatricks aren't the sorts of families
that you deal with lightly. They've been known, on more than one occasion, to put a
contract out on someone and have him dead before the week is out. It isn't called the
"Waste Management Business" for nothin'. And they don't take too kindly to rats
weaseling their way into the ranks. Soon fingers will start pointing and heads will begin
to roll, and then the real danger begins.

Many people are beginning to wonder how far things are gonna go before it all starts to
crumble. No matter how tall, big, successful, bad, good you are; a gun changes
everything

But the question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the
depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?
Lies. Betrayal. Sacrifice. How far will you take it?

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