The Marcos

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<<set $thrill to false>> <<set $fun to false>> <<set $money to false>> <<set $sally to false>> "Mommy why do they get to cut in line?" "Don't worry about it. "Where are those men going?" "Get away from them." "Leonio don't go out tonight. It's not safe?" "Why?" [[Begin]]

<<audio intro play>> 1953 I wake up. My name is Leonio Lisio. Friends call me Leonie. My parents are Sicilian-American immigrants and were average workers. I'd always walk to school noticing a group of men hanging around a restraunt: The Marcos. One day, I grow tired of snooping around. [[Walk up and knock on the old sticky door.]]

"What are you doing bud?" That's Paul he comes every Tuesday and Wednesday. "Looking for a job?" That's Calogero he helps run the place, bars, food, you name it. "How you doing?" Sonny Marco, he owns the restaurant and leads the gang. "Give him some space for Christ's sake." Leonard "Lenny the Wire" Manzo. "Welcome to Marcos how may I help you?" Frankie. You get the point. This place isn't just "The Marcos." They're a family. A family with wealth, power, and anything you could want. You get to cut in any lines. Everyone follows and plays by your rules. They mess with you, they mess with all of us. Actually in fact, they are willing to take you in as their own. So, what do you say young Leonie? How may I help you? [[I better talk to my parents first and sweettalk them into this.]] [[My family can rot. They are just low-life shmucks. I want to be greater than that.->INTRO]]

"Mom, dad! I got a job at The Marcos! They say they're gonna pay me a little. I can help out the family!" "That's great Leonie! We're so proud of you! Your family reall could use the help right now." ------ "So? Did ya tell em? What'd they say?" "I'm in!" "Hell yeah, congratualations Leonie. Congratulations." The Marcos took me in. But, my family started getting suspicious. I mean I'd been gone everyday for a long time. They began to realize that I'd probably joined something too big for them. I hated living in a middle life family. What do I do now? <s>Try to leave the Marcos before you get in too deep.</s> [[Abandon your family. The Marcos is your new family.->INTRO]]

"Hey Leonie, you made it! I got a job for you. A real job. Come here." I walk swiftly towards the van. Sonny, the head boss, is taking me to a cargo rest stop near the high way. Sitting next to me is his son Donny. He looks at me with mesmerizing eyes. "You two boys will be working together from now on. Okay?" "Yeah sure" "Yeah whatever," says Donny smiling childishly. "You boys are going to watch how I hit this spot. Remember in this world there are two rules: never turn your back on family and stick to your guns." NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON FAMILY. STICK TO YOUR GUNS. The hit went well. That was my first hit. ... 1970 Time goes on. Sonny has really taken a liking to me. The question is do I take a liking to his son Donny? Do you guys want to become partners in crime for life? [[Yes]] <s>No</s> <img src="images/file-20190117-32837-1n6ollk.jpg" align="center" width="400px" height = "300px"/>

<<audio intro stop>> <<audio love play>> Oh how time flied. I grew up to become a fine member of the Marcos. I am now a young adult. 1978 It's 5 p.m. Donny, some other friends, and I are eating at a local high class restaurant. <img src="images/b94699e9a1bd9168646f65b62510ea63.jpg" align="center" width="400px" height = "300px"/> "Hey Leonie, you know who I saw the other day. I was leaving The Marcos the other day and I saw Lester Ward, you know that fuck face who tried to fuck over pops. I mean what the fuck is he doing in our place? So I went up to him and said 'Lester you fuck, you. The fuck you doing here? Trying to fuck my mom this time too?'" "HA HA HA HA. Okay, okay Donny." "Yea? I'm not done. You know what that worm said to me next. 'I'm sorry, I truly am.' That fucker. There's something wrong with that guuy. Is there something wrong with him, huh Leonie?" "Heh, yeah I guess? So what? That's it." "No, no, no. Who the fuck is talking to you? You know me. I fucked that shit eating, slobby motherfucker's mom. HAH, for real. Just to get back at him. HAH." "HA HA HA HAA. You're bullshitting me Donny. Shut the fuck up. heh." "'Kay so maybe I am, maybe I'm not." We were like brothers. Anyone fucked around with him and I would come and shoot their fucking face till it looked like spoiled cranberry sauce. One day, when I was buying some groceries with Donny I saw a stunning lady. She had mild sized black hair and stood out through the crowd. A goddess among scum. She was perfect. Do I like her? Do I want her to be a part of your life? [[I'm positive.]] [[I know she's too innocent for me, but I can't help myself. She's stunning.]] [[She's too good for me. I'll just fuck her life up.]]

"Her name was Sally. The saying goes that every man has a weakness. I guess for me, it goes that she was my weakness. She was feisty, loud, she was like me. But that's not what made her special. We had the same exact interests except only I had joined a more dangerous life." - Leonio I end up taking her on a date. She liked me too. She knew there was something up with me and she asked me about it all the time. Do I choose to tell her that I am part of a mob? [[I tell her.]] [[No, I'll subtlely let her know in the future.]]

"Her name is Sally. The saying goes that every man has a weakness. I guess for me, it goes that she was my weakness. Whatever she wanted, I'd give her. She was too good for me. A no-good goon. She was feisty, loud, she was like me. But that's not what made her special. We had the same exact interests except only I had joined a more dangerous life." - Leonio You end up taking her on a date. She likes you too. She knows there's something up with you and she asks you about it. Do you choose to tell her that you are part of a mob? [[I tell her.]] [[No, I'll subtlely let her know in the future.]]

I fell in love right there. For me, she was like an angel. A protector. If my life was full of wrongs, her life was just full of rights. I needed to do the right thing and not get her involved with my life. So, I just ignored her for the rest of the night. As time passes on, my motivations begin to change. What really motivates me? [[MONEY]] [[THE THRILL/VIOLENCE]] [[HAVING FUN]]

<<set $money to true>> <<audio love stop>> <<audio fun play>> I eventually started to work more and more. Do more violent jobs, more risky hits. The rewards were greater and greater. That's all I really cared about. Give me a 20 percent chance to get 10,000 or a 10 percent chance to get 30,000 and I'll always take that 30,000 deal. My greed got real big. Maybe too big looking back at it now. "Leonio, let's go we're getting another Martes member. We hitting him near the Sanchos two blocks away. Let's go. Direct orders from Pa." "Wait-wait-wait-wait what the fuck? Again? If we hit him, how would the Martes react? This isn't war is it?" "What the fuck you saying Leonio? Don't say that shit. This isn't war. It's family business. You remember what my dad said when we were young? NEVER TURN BACK ON FAMILY. DON'T EVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!" "okay...I'm sorry Donny I didn't mean it that way. Let's just go." "I took it that way. I mean how are you going to say that to my face. If Pa wants something, we gotta do it. How can you say that man?" "I'm sorry Donny, I'm sorry." "Okay, I'm sorry too." The hit went well. However, it was so brutal even you couldn't look at the bloodbath. Do you [[try to leave the gang?]] [[keep hitting and and remain for money]]

<<set $thrill to true>> <<audio love stop>> <<audio fun play>> I eventually started to work more and more. Do more violent jobs, more risky hits. And if there was anything I loved more than being in the mob, it was killing. Being superior. I killed to live. Lived to kill. Was I a little bit to blood thirsty? Maybe, but I was too into it back then. "Leonio, let's go we're getting another Martes member. We hitting him near the Sanchos two blocks away. Let's go. Direct orders from Pa." "Alright lets pop this mother fucker." The hit went well. Future police reports say that the killing was so brutal the polliceman couldn't look at the body as they came onto the scene. Do you [[try to leave the gang?]] [[keep hitting and and remain for money]]

<<set $fun to true>> <<audio love stop>> <<audio fun play>> I eventually started to work more and more. Do more violent jobs, more risky hits. And if there was anything I loved more than being in the mob, it was drugs. Qualudes, cocaine, xanax, adderall, pot, anything you name I'd probably done. Donny and pops would tell me to stop, and I always promised I did. They knew something was up, but I did everything in secret. I guess I might've gotten too carried away with it. "Leonio, let's go we're getting another Martes member. We hitting him near the Sanchos two blocks away. Let's go. Direct orders from Pa." "Alright lets pop this mother fucker." The hit went well. Future police reports say that the killing was so brutal the polliceman couldn't look at the body as they came onto the scene. Do you [[try to leave the gang?]] [[keep hitting and and remain for money]]

"What do you do Leonio?" "What do I do? Sally ... I, I am a carpenter. Yeah, a carpenter." "You're not a carpenter. Everyone treats you differently, us differently. I mean we are scooping caviar while sipping wine like we're eating cereal and drinking milk. You're not a carpenter. A carpenter can't even think of affording this. So what the fuck are you really?" "Okay okay okay. I'm... a Marco." "A what? What the fuck is a Marco." "You know the diner joint 'The Marcos'? Well, I'm with ... I'm in a gang. The Marcos. We make hit and runs you know?" "Oh." [[Next]]

"What do you do Leonio?" "What do I do? Sally ... I, I am a carpenter. Yeah, a carpenter." "You're not a carpenter. Everyone treats you differently, us differently. I mean we are scooping caviar while sipping wine like we're eating cereal and drinking milk. You're not a carpenter. A carpenter can't even think of affording this. So what the fuck are you really?" "Okay okay okay. Calm down. I inherited some money from my father's side. I-I don't really like talking about it." "Oh." [[Next]]

<<set $sally to true>> After four months, me and Sally had the times of our lives and got married. It was the happiest time of my life. <img src="images/THP_CHP_311017SLRun_3339JPedG.jpg" align="center" width="300px" height = "500px"/> Enough of that. As time passes on, my motivations begin to change. What really motivates me? [[MONEY]] [[THE THRILL/VIOLENCE]] [[HAVING FUN]]

Me and Donny get word of where Lester lived. Us two followed him into a bar and shot him in the leg multiple times. Everyone scurried out in fear. Donny grabbed a medium sized knife from his side and sliced Lester up. First, an ear. Then, the throat. Lester tried to scream, but instead could only wheeze in pain. "I-I-I, s-s-sto-stop, I-I" "What the fuck did you say?" said Donny as he keeps slicing and dicing. Lester looked like minced meat. <<if $thrill is true>> You grinned with excitement. "Want to get in the fun Leonie? I left you a wing HAHA. We gotta hurry though." "HEH, yeah." <<else>> I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Donny literally threw me his arm. "Here I got you a chicken wing HAHA." "UGH." "HAHA okay we better go." <</if>> You both leave. Word gets out that Lester was brutally killed by two of the Marcos. It happens that Lester was the foster son of Giovani Martes the head of the Martes familly (rival to the Marcos). He eventually waged war with us and that meant more hitting and more chance we'd get hit ourselves. [[NEXT]]

<<audio fun stop>> <<audio dark play>> I couldn't just leave the gang. First off, I wouldn't have any money. <<if $fun is true>> I needed that money for drugs. <</if>> <<if $thrill is true>> I enjoyed killing, and I had a good reason to kill when staying in the gang. <</if>> Also, I wouldn't have a family. The Marcos was my family, and I'd already chosen them over my blood-related one. This is all taking into account I don't get whacked by Donny and the other Marcos. They'd be too scared of my knowledge and prior involvement in the gang. I had two choices. Can you guess which I chose? [[Rat on them to the police/witness protection program]] [[Stay with the gang.->Help kill Lester.]]

More time flies by. <<audio fun stop>> <<audio dark play>> ... "Fuck that motherfucker" "What happenned Donny" "That guy I was telling you about earlier. Lester Ward. It happens he beat my cousin up. That rat eating shit fucking fuck has fucked with the Marcos for the last time. Let's go Leonie" "Where are we going?" "What do you mean? ... We're going to slice him up. Come on." Do you <s>Calm Donny down.</s> [[Help kill Lester.]]

It was easy to make the decision. "Leonio please identify Donny Marco" I pointed to my brother. Well, he's not my brother anymore. I ratted on all of them. We had everything in life. Everything. Thet just looked at me in sadness. They didn't look sad. I mean they looked sad but not on the outside. Anyways here's how it really ends. [[ENDING->ENDING 4]]

As the war the Martes family waged on us went on, more and more of us got hit. Of course we retaliated by hitting them. Soon, I knew it was going to be my turn. Until... <<if $money is true>> "Hi, Leonio is it?" Some random stranger came up to me I didn't know who it was. But, I had a hunch I was about to get hit. "Come with me," he said with a gun pointed straight at my skull. "okay." We then straddled towards an alleyway where Giovani Martes himself showed up. I was shocked I mean what the fuck does this fuck want with me? "We heard you and Donny's got an eye out for each other. Would it interest you to hit him for us? This would mean we wouldn't target you anymore and to put it with that we'll also reward you. 50,000.?" I mean I didn't know what to really do. What the fuck was I supposed to do? If I refused I was done on the spot. So obviously I agreed. What the fuck do I do? <s>No</s> [[Yes, I agree to betray Donny.]] <</if>> <<if $fun is true>> *knock* *knock* That was the police at my doorstep one morning. They bagged me for drug trafficking. You see, I was moving annything I could back and forth through this girl I met while back in Florida. <<if $sally is true>> Of course, Sally sort of began to figure out what was happening. And she started threatening to divorce me for seeing another person. Whatever fuck her.<</if>> Anyways, I ended up getting sentenced to prison for four years. Four fucking years. You can say that was shitty, but what was worse was that the Martes could still whack me in prison. Anywhere I could go I was unsafe. In fact in jail, I was worse off. I was a sitting duck. So, I really had one option left and that was exposing everyone. The Martes. The Marcos. Everyone. <s>Go to prison.</s> [[Rat on them to the police/witness protection program]] <</if>> <<if $thrill>> "Leonio it's time. We got another person to whack. Let's go." That was Franny. He was another Marco. Sort of like me. We were both taken in by Sonny. Anyways, that was useless information. I was told to go with him and Donny to take care of some Martes greaseballs. "Hurry Leonio, we don't want to miss this chance." You see I knew there was something up. I knew I should've left the life. But, I just loved killing more than anything else. <s>Refuse.</s> [[Go with Franny and Donny to whack them.]] <</if>>

I met up with Donny at his place, not too far from the Marcos in fact. "Hey Donny, you know some Martes members ambushed me yesterday." "What the fuck? So? Let's go right now. Let's go what the fuck." Donny was mad, no. He was furious. No one could just touch me and get away with it. Again, Donny was a brother to me. He was trying to ask me who it was so he could go right now and whack em. As he was reaching for the door I had to make a decision. [[Shoot him in the back of the head as he was leaving to avenge me.]] [[Leave with him.]]

As both of us got there, we were ambushed. Some Martes worm tackled me from the back. Then, Franny slammed a steel rod into Donny's knee. "Look at these tough guys." "Heh, yeah fucking Marcos. I'm done with their shit. You think you're so fucking tough?" They started with me first. Franny came up to me and pierced my cheek with the rod. I was beaten to a pulp. Shit, I could barely recognize where I was. Franny, that fucking traitor. As they moved me to the hood and closed it. All I could hear was Donny's yells and a gunshot. Fuck. I couldn't even shed a tear, my eyes were fucking sliced up bad. [[ENDING->ENDING 3]]

<<audio dark stop>> <<audio gunshot play>> As he was grabbing the door knob. I made a split second decision. I shot him in the back of the head. If you were listening close, you could hear him scream a little. That scream haunted me every second after I shot him. What the fuck was I expecting. The Martes followed up on their promise and I got the money. [[ENDING->ENDING 1]]

We left to go back to the Marcos. Donny immediately went up to pops and told him what had happened. I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. I mean, if I betrayed Donny, I would be safe from the Martes, but a target of the Marcos. If I didn't betray him, I was dead from the Martes. I also couldn't rat on them anymore. I was in hot water with both the Martes and Marcos. And one of the two I had no information on. Anyways, I ended up deciding not to kill Donny. Fuck the Martes. I guess that was the honorable thing to do. [[ENDING->ENDING 2]]

<<audio dark stop>> <<audio random play>> It happens that Donny really did fuck Lester's mom. Anyways, I was whacked out of nowhere one day when I was eating at an ice cream place. They knew I wasn't gonna kill Donny after two days. I took long to make my decision. <<if $sally is true>> Sally was sad that I was gone. Apparently, she committed suicide in 1989. I guess she loved me too much to move on. I didn't know. We had started arguing everyday six months after we got married. I'm surprised we didn't end up divorcing. <</if>> [[Was the life worth it?]]

<<audio dark stop>> <<audio random play>> It happens that Donny really did fuck Lester's mom. Anyways, we both got buried in some construction site. Apparently, when they found our bodies, Sonny sent the entire crew at the Martes place. He didn't care about life anymore. Both of us were his sons. I was just as much as Donny. In 1998, Sonny died from a stroke. <<if $sally is true>> Sally was sad that I was gone. Apparently, she committed suicide in 1989. I guess she loved me too much to move on. I didn't know. We had started arguing everyday six months after we got married. I'm surprised we didn't end up divorcing. <</if>> [[Was the life worth it?]]

<<audio random play>> It happens that Donny really did fuck Lester's mom. Anyways, the death of Donny only ended up increasing the more fights. I took the 50,000 to escape. I moved to the small city of Santa Catarina, Mexico in 1987. Some way, some how, the Marcos knew. I got whacked in 1990 Not too long after. <<if $sally is true>> Sally and I divorced in 1989. She was tired of running with me, and was tired of fearing for her life. We also stopped getting along. <</if>> [[Was the life worth it?]]

<<audio dark stop>> <<audio random play>> It happens that Donny really did fuck Lester's mom. Donny died in 1996 from a stroke. <<if $fun is true>> It was hard for me to stop using drugs. I eventually got back into it and was convicted of multiple narcotic possession charges. <img src="images/hill-arrest.jpg" align="center" width="400px" height = "300px"/> <</if>> Life was boring. It had no life. I had no money, no power, no nothing. I was just back where I started. I was like my father now. I was a middle-class nobody. <<if $sally is true>> Sally was tired of arguing with me everyday and moving with me. She divorced with me in 1989. I didn't really like her anymore anyways. <</if>> [[Was the life worth it?]]

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