I’ve had the hiatus. I’m picking up where I left off… Raven’s going good, I’m gonna tell you something about the game as an apology for being gone so long. It’s a poem.
The mangled mess of parts and heads will slowly cross your mind…
The mafia’s servants oh horrid and heartless will search and find…
OH HELP US, HELP US the fakes will scream death surely is close behind…
The fight will haunt you and the gang armies too. You. Will. Surely. DIE
try and speculate how this poem relates to the lore










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