He was slowly starting to grasp the meaning of things. Well, not the meaning of them in particular, the meaning of his situation, the meaning of why this happened. Mafia was your life. If you think about it as you move through life, it turns into your life. It is your life, again. Everybody's a liar, a deceiver, a trickster, a fucking idiot, or someone out to get you. You can't trust anyone, and simply put, it would always be this way. Well, he could go into that philosophical bullshit all day and make it look like he was really wise, but it wasn't necessary. Nothing was necessary anymore because nothing was real. The cake is a lie. The cake. Is a fucking. Lie. At this point, the poor guy is just hoping that the darkness ends up drowning him.
Or maybe the creator just really liked mafia and really hated him, for whatever particular reason. Oh look, more words.
My son, temptation is one thing I've defeated. I don't put you in this situation. You put yourself in this situation. Therefore, you must get yourself out. I still love you, and I always will.
-Your's truly, the mafia god.
Fucking bastard. What does it mean, get himself out this situation? That sounds like a bunch of bullshit that he didn't want to deal with.
MORE WORDS.
This game was great, my children. I loved each and every one of you, as each of you played to your best ability. You each brought something unique to the table, and by the gods, did you talk a lot. You talked so much I contemplated cutting my ears off for the longest time. In fact, I did freeze time at one point in the game because I couldn't handle it, but that's besides the point!
I did not appreciate some disrespectful comments. You are all my children, and I love you all equally. Do not fight among yourselves for you will have more troubles in the future. For now, I leave you. Good luck.
The black turned into scenery. It was, uh, well... He was in a boat heading for some sort of shore...
"Oh, for fucks sakes..."