January 5, 2020



Grammama, Ricky, Shalika, and Grammama's best friend Mable were walking back to their apartment after Sunday night mass.

"Well, well, well... lookie what we gots here" - aw sht it was Low-Q.



Ricky you stupid son of a bitch. You had a good thing going. Shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you." Low-Q snarled. "You started some real sht, running to Billy like a little rat."

"He didn't tell Billy a lord-forsaken thing, you hoodlum" Grammamam interjected. "I told Billy. I told Billy because you have my grandson selling drugs.. drugs! Why you..."

"Shut the fukk up bitch!" Low-Q screamed at Grammama. Low-Q and Hardball pulled their gats up at the group and backed them up against the fence.


"Ok you old bitch... so you're the rat... you wanna see what happens when you fux with LOW-Q!?"



Grammama's tune changed quickly when she saw that steel up against Shalika's dome. "No. No.. I'm sorry... please... it's just.... it's my babies! Please don't hurt them. I just tryna look out for my babies."

"Shut. The. Fukk. UPP!!!!!" - Low-Q couldn't handle the old bitch's sht and nodded at Hardball.
Without missing a beat, Hardball blew the soul right out of Shalika's head.



"NOOO!!!! Nooooo!! OH JESUS! BABY JESUS! How... Why... AHHH" Grammama screamed as her world starting crumbling apart in her dusty old brain.

In the midst of the screaming, Mable made a walk for it

"Nope" Marvin said as he took a bat to the crusty hag's face



Mable hit the ground hard, Marvin reveled in the sound of her head hitting the concrete. He felt a rush from it and brought the bat down on her head again



Her choking and blood gurgling noises were not as entertaining to Marvin as the head hitting the concrete... her life slipping away noises were just annoying and gross, so he soccer balled that bitch's face right into the afterlife.

"Argghhhh... you two pieces of sht. The sht you caused for no good reason. you stupid bitch... your family finally had some money to pay the bills... and you went and fukked it up. Stupid stupid stupid old bag"

Grammama saw the look in Low-Q's eye and jumped in front of Ricky. "Just let us go, please... my babies... ohhhh my bab..."

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!
Low-Q pulled down on that trigger hard as fukk and held it there...



Low-Q stripped Grammama of just about all of the carbon from her neck up. He put 14 rounds directly in her face. This gon be a closed casket ya'll.

Ricky stood there frozen. His brain basically shut down. He just stood there over his Grandma's body looking stupid as fukk.




"You happy now Ricky? You happy you fukked with the king of this sht?"

Ricky continued to stand there in silence looking pathetic.

"Sht Ricky, you pathetic as fukk... I feel bad for your bitchass. You need your Grandma... let me send you back to her.

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!



Well holy fukk... Low-Q put 16 into Ricky's face before the gun stopped firing. There was nothing left of Ricky's face. Just hamburgers in a blender, nomsayin?

Low-Q, Hardball, and Marvin took off.

January 7, 2020



"Well Billy boy, someone pulled some strings for you. Taking you out of solitary down here."

"Fukk you very much piggy"

Traylor laughed. "Ya know, that boy Ricky you talked about on the tape... he dead. His grandma dead. His sister dead."

Billy stared at Traylor hard. "The fukk you tomabout?"

"They're dead, Billy. And if I had to take a guess, it'd be Low-Q who peeled their wigs... nasty scene I tell ya. I mean... you ever thrown a hamburger in a blen..."

"What the fukk... so you bust me over some sht with Shiny that ain't even happen but you ain't gettin Low-Q? The fukk u on pig?"

"I can't get Low-Q. Nothing tangible. But you should know that he ratted you out to us. You're in here because of Low-Q. He dropped a dime on that ass. And Ricky is dead because of Low-Q. Ricky is dead because you didn't protect him... because you ain't running sht anymore."

"You motherfu"

"Calm down son. I want Low-Q for this one. So I'm going to bring you upstairs to a better cell. And I'll see what we can get done about Low-Q.



January 8, 2020

"four hundred six, four hundred seven, four hundred 8"



"Well cotdamn Billy... nothing but pushups in this bitch, eh?"

"Morgan... fukk... dude.. how you get... what is goin.."

"That fat fukk pig scooped me to come to see you. Said its in all of our interests... caught me up on what's going on... This Low-Q mutha fukka ratted for real huh?"



"That muthafukka is gonna die."

"Aight, we gonna get you outta here one way or other...."



Meanwhile, back at the North Pole




"AHHH Jesus fukkin sht Rudolph. Not even two fukking weeks... Welp... better go tell the big guy..."


To be continued...

IN!!!! Now it feels like Christmas

2nd page spot for sale

Damn, I thought op was banned forever.

Now it feels like xmas

Those people are the wrong color for 2020 Crooklyn

Love the second page when Shalika, Ricky and Fam got GOT


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We're getting there, don't u worry

always knew the big boss man was on the take

fukking ded @ Mable made a walk for it

Def my fav line.

This gon be a closed casket ya'll.

Loved it dude. On spread

hmmm interesting

Christmas lives matter

We bring him back during December just for this story. January 1st we put him back in the attic.

photobucket stamped all the pictures. Truly disgraceful. The threads exist still but the're trashed by photobucket. I will remaster them with imgur when I have some time. Hopefully I still have all the pics... I think I do. I dont think I can pull them off photobucket without the stamp even.Bless your mod souls!

Daaaaamn What did OP do??? Been seeing his name for a decade+

Got me OP

Nothing. He joined the month before me so he had to go. As another Nov 08 I am sure you can understand

Chapter 3 in about 3 hours. Apologies to all five of the fans. Imgur fukt me up this morning. Doin Christmas thangs today. Chapter 4 tomorrow. But its gonna be bugnuts.

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Chapter 3

North Pole - January 8, 2020





"So no sir, they haven't learned a fukkin thing"

"Hm... Very troubling indeed. Perhaps we should consult with Ho Ho. She is more in touch with this generation, let's pick her brain. Rudolph, please go get her."

Rudolph went over to Ho Ho's quarters.





He didn't think to knock, he just used his reindeer powers to open her doors.

"Ooohh, ohhh, oohhhh"





Rudolph couldn't believe his eyes. He had never seen anything like it. He got a strange feeling inside and his body started going a little crazy...















His nose lit up the room... "Rudolph!! What the fukk? Do you knock?! Creeper ass light up nose flying freak... is that why they call it red rocket? Cuz of you, ya creeper?"

"Gahhh - gee Ho Ho, I am really sorry! I forgot my manners! The Big Guy is in a mood and called for you so I justcameto get you straight away"

"All right Rudolph... but don't you dare tell anyone about this"

Ho Ho got dressed and her and Rudolph went back to the control room. But Rudolph couldn't shake what he had just seen.





"Ho Ho, I wanted to ask you.... Rudolph why is your nose glowing? We are inside and there is no fog, you tryna blind us?"

"Sorry Santa, I.. ugh... can't help it at the moment... I must becomingdown with something"

"Anyhoo... Ho Ho... Brooklyn is an absolute sht show. I think I ought to cancel Christmas for the whole borough. I wanted to see what you think.. is it too severe?"

"Well Daddy, you gave them a fair warning. I suggest you cut presents 50% off the bat, and if by July there is no turnaround, cut it all together. The elves could use the cut in production anyway, so if Brooklyn can straighten up, it's still some relief to our sweat shop. If they don't, that's about 1.7 Million less presents to manufacture."

"Fair plan, Ho Ho. Hermey, punch into the computer a 50% haircut on Brooklyn, with a provision linked to the naughty satellite."

Beep Boop Boop Beeep Beep. Hermey punched it into the computer.

Later...





"I am so disappointed Sugarbreasts... there was a time when a threat from me brought people in line... and you know how stressful it is on me... I need to make and deliver presents... it's so frustrating when I have to take these measures"

"Oh Nicholas, you can only do so much for people. They have to help themselves too ya know. You are being more than fair. Now about that stress, would it help if I did that thing you like? Turn around honey"



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Brooklyn - June 17, 2020





"The fukk you call me up hurr for... pretty sure we agreed we was done"

"Look you stupid fukk, you think I want to be talking to your stank ass right now? Billy's case is set for trial, but prosecutor only gonna proceed if you testify. The recording isn't enough without you on the stand."

"Oh HELL NO. You fukkin stupid? No way I'm taking the stand. I'd be dead before I walked out the courtroom. Beat off with yo' bullshttttt"

"He might walk then..."

"Then let him walk. I am pretty sure for the amount of money I paid you, you can let me know the date he's released... gimme the heads up and I'll have him carved up nice before he can enjoy two minutes of freedom... hit me on this burner when you have a date."

Low-Q gave Traylor the number to his burner and they beat feet.


June 22, 2020

"six hundred eighty two, six hundred eighty three, six hundred eighty four"





"Good news scumbag. Low-Q ain't gonna testify, prosecutor is going to throw the case away. I gotta tidy some things up, and you'll be outta here in a few days. And some icing on the cake... you want revenge on Low-Q as bad as I want him off the streets?..."

Traylor told Billy about the burner number and release date plan.


June 25, 2020

"eight hundred eighty nine, eight hundred ninety, eight hundred ninety one..."





"Creative workouts these days, eh Billy?"

"Morgan! Sht son! Good to see your face. But usually you visit on Sundays..."

"Ha, Traylor wanted a little goodwill with us after the beating they put on us.. wanted me to surprise you... you're done here... you're out." Morgan looked at the camera... "Hit the door!"

Billy's cell door opened up.





"Damn Billy... ain't no workout like a prison routine eh?"

"And some hyphy mud no doubt"

Billy and Morgan chatted for a bit on the way out the penn... once outside, they spoke on how Low-Q would be at Jon Jon's tonight, and Traylor had told Low-Q that Billy would be released in July. What a time to be alive...


Later that evening....





Low-Q and his crew were chilling at Jon Jon's when suddenly the door swung open...





It was Lala, the baddest bitch in Brooklyn.

Marvin couldn't handle himself around a bad bitch like this









Marv's brain: TITTYS TITTYS TITTYS TITTYS TITTYS


Marvin puffed out his chest and muttered as he walked past his boys "Imma holla at this bitch, watch how it done"

"Mannnn, ain't no one in the hood hit that sht... you sure as hell ain't gon be the one witcho stank ass. Dumb motherfukker go shoot your shot tho"

"Ayooo shorty, lemme holla right quick. What say you hit this bottle with me and we kick it in the men's room for a hot sec"

"Child please... pffft, the fukk you think, Imma touch anything you put your chapped ass mouth on? Pfffft"

"Stuck up ass hoe." Marvin chugged some down as he walked back towards his boys who were having quite the giggle at him.





A few minutes later the door to Jon Jon's swung open again. Low-Q and crew turned around hoping to see some more bad bitches.





"The fukk you doing here Morgan... you know we chill here on Thursdays... you tryna start some sht?"

"No. He's not tryna start some sht... I am."





You could've heard a pin drop when Billy walked in the bar. He walked straight towards Low-Q who met him in the middle.





"You're out a little early huh?" Low-Q tried to stay cool, but his brain could only point to Traylor fukking him over.

"Should never have been in at all... but you know something about that don't you."

"Man the fukk you sayin cuz?"

Billy pointed at Low-Q and addressed the bar





"This man... he is no man. He is a rat. This "leader" of yours is a yellow-bellied cop cokk suckin snake. A snitch. He went to Traylor and got me locked up. I am only out because he was afraid to take the stand and show all of you his true colors..."

Hardball was seeing red. "So that's what that shady sht was? When you was on the rooftop right before Billy was locked up? Damn Low-Q... how the fukk you gonna play your boys like that... pathetic" - with Hardball's condemnation, both crews circled around Low-Q.





"It ain't like that... these fools makin ...."





Marvin cracked his bottle across Low-Q's head

Hardball cracked Low-Q's Jaw as hard as could





Billy and Duty started putting fists to the rat... Then Jon Jon jumped over the bar... Hardball yoked Low-Q up...





Low-Q was thrown to the floor... his head and ribs just getting all Thud Thud Thud'ed... everyone just kept kicking him and kicking him, even that baddie Lala was going in on the snitch.




Once he was riddled down to mere whimpers and wheezes, Billy stood over him.





"You are a piece of trash rat and a child killer. See you in hell motherfukker"

BLAM!





"If any of you are tired of getting ripped off by guys like that... You come with me. You're welcome. You're all welcome."

Low-Q's crew promptly pledged allegiance to Billy the Bully.


15 minutes later - North Pole





"I am saddened to have to call this meeting... but Christmas is officially and fully canceled for Brooklyn this year. I will let the mayor know."


Brooklyn - August 8, 2020





"You dumb motherfukkerz. I jus got a letter from Thanta that Christmas is canceled for Brooklyn. I did my part and changed, but ya'll couldn't. I wa' lookin forward to prethents. Being they mayor of this ****hole is the worst. Thanks a lot Brooklyn."

Jon Jons - September 7, 2020





"I called you all here on this Santa sht.  You know we don't let anyone fukk with the kids.  That fat fukk thinks that low of Brooklyn that he gonna take from the children who have nothing to do with this gangsta sht?  Well fukk him.  I'm going to war with the North Pole.  I'm going to kill the Fat Man.  Who's with me?? "

All the gangstas cheered and wanted in.





Billy pulled Jules to the side.  "Ayo Jules, we're going to need some firepower.  Serious firepower.  I don't trust that Christmas Magic sht they be having.

"You want me to set a meet with Heisenburger?"

"He's still around?"

"Yea, low profile sht.  But I'm good with him. "

"Set it up."


Meanwhile, a few blocks over.





"Ok Shanice, here is the letter I'm sending..."

Dear Santa,
Please don't cancel Christmas for Brooklyn.  I have been a very good girl.  I lost my brother, sister, and grandma this year to the violence.  My dad hasn't been the same since.  He hits me now.  Please don't take this all out on us.  Christmas is the one thing I have to look forward to.  How do you expect things to get better if the good people of Brooklyn have nothing to look forward to?  We may never be able to escape this trap.  I feel like maybe this could cause the cycle to repeat, and Brooklyn may never have Christmas again.  Don't treat a whole community poorly because of a few bad apples. 

Sincerely,
Shante

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Secret Location - September 30, 2020





"Jules, long time.  Your call caught me off guard.  Its good to see you, but you mentioned coming with one person. Wasnt expecting someone else.  I suppose you can vouch for him?"

"Trust me motherfukker? I'm here to make sure your low key shady ass isn't fukkin around for the feds.  Always heard the stories about you and I been calling bullsht.  So is it YOU who can be trusted mufukka?"  Doc asked with a deathly stare.

"Skylar! "

"Yeah?"

"Get in here."





"What's up?"

Heisenburger pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Skylar's head.





BLAM!





There was a long silence.





"Is that good enough for you?  Can. We. Move. On. Now?"

"Oh fukkin damn" Doc said, jaw agape.

Billy puffed up a little.  "You didn't need to go that far."

"She was a bitch.  Been waiting for a reason to do that.  Now what can I do for you?"

"We need guns... the big sht."

"Gustavo!"

"Yes sir?"





"I thought you killed him?" Jules was surprised.

"Folklore.  I just made him my bitch and cucked him.  Isn't that right, Gus?"

"Yes sir. Correct."

"I banged your wife, correct?"

"Yes sir. Repeatedly."

"Now, present these men with our firepower offerings."

"Right away."

While Gus was getting guns, Heisenburger looked over at the mess that was Skylar.  "Gus Jr! Get in here!"





"Ya-ya-ya-yes sir?"

"Go clean up that bitch's bloody body mess over there."

"I I I I'll go get a mm-mop."

Gus Jr went to take care of the mess.  Gustavo came out and presented the weapons neatly.









"I'll take em all" said Billy

Billy gave Heisenburger the cash.

"Anything else I can do for you gentlemen?"

"Actually... we kind of need a way to get to the North Pole... can you get your hands on a plane?"

"You're not going to get to the North Pole in a plane.  You'd be shot down in an instant, nevermind that if you were able to go undetected, no plane can handle those conditions. You have pressure to think about, and landing in that terrain.  No no... what you need is a rocket ship."

"OK, can you get a rocket ship?"

"Hmmmm." Heisenburger thought hard for a few moments.   "I can tell you who to speak with about that.  And that's all.  I have no responsibility beyond that."

"I have no concerns around things like that."

"I havent told you who You're dealing with yet.  Francis M H White."

"That lil accident murderer?"  Doc asked as if he was fukkin oblivious.

"Doc - watch out your mouth.  You don't even whisper something like that about the most shady, Frankie, baby. Frank White the phenomenal. He is the King of New York."

"Sounds like we should just..."

Billy cut that thought right off... "Everything you have and do, is because Frank White allows it.  I wake up every day and do two things.  I thank my parents for circumsizing me, and then I thank God that Frank White allows me to do what I do."

"Ok damn, got it."

"Thank you Mr. Heisenburger. "

Billy, Doc, and Jules took off.


Upstate New York - October 4th, 2020

"Man this place creepy as fukk.  You sure this is it?"





"WAOWW! Gentlemen! I am glAd... you coulD Make it... You... must be Tureaud and The Candy mAn. WaoW!  I am Frank White, the desPerado, the underboss of this holocaust, if you will."





"Its an honor sir.  Billy the Bully sends his respect and regards."

"Billy is a good worker.  When he reached out for a favor, I said.. to myself..  Billy doing big things in the BK... I am hapPy to help.  Step inside."





"What is the ask?"

"Well sir... we need... well... a rocket ship."

"A rocket ship! I hear that! Waow!  The excited Frank's face suddenly took a turn to a very grave face. "And where the fukkkkk am I supposed to get a rocket ship?  You tell Billy if he eVer wastes myy time again,  I will have his whole block torched. Now get the fukk out of here."

"Y-yes sir..." Tureaud mustered up timidly. Tureaud and The Candyman began to walk away.

"Fellaz! Get baCk heeruh... I'm just Joking!  Of course I can get you a rocket ship! It will take a month or two.... but I will get it for Billy... Boyah... the look... on your faces... Waow!" Frank was cracking up as he walked away.

"I'll be in touch, fellas."