I know, because I’m one of the people wasting my life out there. Actually, losing my life. I’ve died at least a dozen times, and “whacked” over two dozen other mobsters.
How do you whack a mobster? Funny you should ask, because someone just asked me that today.
You just keep attacking – if you can – if you have the “stamina” – over and over again, until the message reads: “You just ‘iced’ Tommy Two-Toes,” or whatever charming handle they’ve dubbed themselves.
I still think Peter’s son has the best Mobster name I’ve seen yet. But I’m not giving it up.
Someone might go after him.
And after all, you know what they say: Snitches get Stitches.
And, after all, I’d one thousand times rather be a pretend mobster than a real one any day.
wanna join my mob?
p.s. – but don’t call me liz, please. I prefer “elizabeth.” it’s more syllables, but it’s worth it. thanks EVER so much.