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The First Dynasty of Joranj

OK, perps, you’ve done your time and you’re free to go. A lot’s changed out there since you got put away; the economy collapsed, alcohol’s illegal and a bunch of mobsters think they’ve got the run of the streets. But they’ve made the same mistake as you, my young delinquents – they reckoned without the Man. Don’t think that just because some fat guy with a tommy gun is making moonshine in his basement means that the mob rules this city; the Man is watching them, and the Man is watching you, and if you so much as step out of your house with a bad attitude you’ll be cooling your heels with Fat Tony the Moonshine Maker. Gottit?

Alright, recruits, listen up. The Mob is running us ragged; for every one we bust, another two start making runs across the river. We’ve lost more men this year to booze than to bullets, and I’ll be surprised if all of you are still wearing a badge next year. To be honest, I’ll even be surprised if more than half of you aren’t wearing coffins. But as long the Man’s in charge of this city, we won’t let crime and fear rule our streets; with him at our head, we can still beat the mob. Do your duty!