Post by Dirt on Dec 19, 2008 14:11:17 GMT -5
My name is Weeks Flynn and I've been playing this game as long as I can remember. This game has been going on long before I was born or before any person on this Earth was. this game is eternal as long as there are people the game will be played. There are many ways to play this game. You can play as a team, you can play solo, you can try to work an angle, or you can just go straight for it, but no matter what you have to play dirty. You can never win this game, but you can come out on top of everyone else. And although you can never win trust me you don't want to loose. I play this game to be one of the best and because it's the life I've known for so long. I am a conman. or you can call me a grifter, a trickster, a scam artist, or just some jerk who wants other peoples money. What you call it doesn't change what it is. I was raised by two of the greatest conmen to ever walk this Earth, my father and grandfather. My Father Mathew Flynn probably the showeist con ever. He was so good he could convince you to shove a glass bottle up your ass and make you think it was all your idea, but he just loved to brag to much. That's why he's doing a nickle in Joliet. He lost. My Grandfather Michael Flynn, you've undoubtably heard about the Potato famine in Ireland well it was all my grandad's fault. I have no idea why he needed that many Potatos but he did. He was exiled from Ireland and now none of us Flynns can ever go back. Now he lives his days hiding from the many peoples he's gotten over the years who somehow figured out he was behind it. He lost. But me I'm different for starters I'm the first in the family who's name doesn't start with an M and I'm still playing.
Like I said I was raised by my pops and grandad. They taught me everything they knew and forced me to learn new things on my own. For starters everyday in the house was a new con, you had to con your meals, con your time, basically if you wanted to live you had to con. You see My mum died when I was real little and for that short time that my mum and pops were together dad stopped playing the game once she died he went back to it in full swing. You see its not like dad needed the money he had some and hell he could work an honest day and get paid an honest wage, but thats not the kinda guy he was. But mum changed that and we she died he lost interest in the Joe Schmoe routine. So from then on I was raised to be my old mans successor. Grandad was similar, but he never stopped the game and honestly i doubt if he even new where my grandmother lived. But he was a man of some ethics and he didn't abandon his kid. So my dad became his new focus, but the game was always there so my dad grew up in the game. Grandad was always an ass he would do and say things that would make you want to hit anyone else in the mouth just for thinking it, but for some reason he could always get away with it. Must be that Irish charm. hahahahah I'd prefer to think it's just he was very good at his business and his business was fooling everyone. I learned alot from those two as my teachers with the streets of Chicago as my classroom. Chicago if you didn't already know is not the nicest city, but it is full of people and anywhere there's people there are marks. And if there was one thing grandad knew it was people. He could tell you everything about someone by there shoes. He tought me to read people and how important reading people was. A good read was the difference between ripping someone off and getting caught. They taught me the do's and the dont's of being a good con they taught me the last thing you want to do is get caught cause getting caught means you loose. And no con wants to loose. I've been grifting for a long time since I was old enough to do what my dad told me to and understand the goal of stealing and hell that was a while ago I'm 22 now so damn maybe 17 years or so. I learned the rules all 186 of them. honestly I don't know if there were that many, but whenever my dad would try to prove a point or teach me a lesson he would quote his imaginary rule book with a rule number he just made up. Infact writing this is breaking the magical rule 48 which is never carry a pen. A pen is worse than carrying a box of hand grenades with no pins, but its much less common sense. You see a pen can be the easiest way to get yourself caught without even realizing it. you write a sentence or circle an ad or a photograph. You put down an address or a phone number you just created evidence against yourself and hell you could get caught that way. I could get caught so I'm breaking rule 48, but dad broke rule number 1 NEVER GET CAUGHT!
Like I said I was raised by my pops and grandad. They taught me everything they knew and forced me to learn new things on my own. For starters everyday in the house was a new con, you had to con your meals, con your time, basically if you wanted to live you had to con. You see My mum died when I was real little and for that short time that my mum and pops were together dad stopped playing the game once she died he went back to it in full swing. You see its not like dad needed the money he had some and hell he could work an honest day and get paid an honest wage, but thats not the kinda guy he was. But mum changed that and we she died he lost interest in the Joe Schmoe routine. So from then on I was raised to be my old mans successor. Grandad was similar, but he never stopped the game and honestly i doubt if he even new where my grandmother lived. But he was a man of some ethics and he didn't abandon his kid. So my dad became his new focus, but the game was always there so my dad grew up in the game. Grandad was always an ass he would do and say things that would make you want to hit anyone else in the mouth just for thinking it, but for some reason he could always get away with it. Must be that Irish charm. hahahahah I'd prefer to think it's just he was very good at his business and his business was fooling everyone. I learned alot from those two as my teachers with the streets of Chicago as my classroom. Chicago if you didn't already know is not the nicest city, but it is full of people and anywhere there's people there are marks. And if there was one thing grandad knew it was people. He could tell you everything about someone by there shoes. He tought me to read people and how important reading people was. A good read was the difference between ripping someone off and getting caught. They taught me the do's and the dont's of being a good con they taught me the last thing you want to do is get caught cause getting caught means you loose. And no con wants to loose. I've been grifting for a long time since I was old enough to do what my dad told me to and understand the goal of stealing and hell that was a while ago I'm 22 now so damn maybe 17 years or so. I learned the rules all 186 of them. honestly I don't know if there were that many, but whenever my dad would try to prove a point or teach me a lesson he would quote his imaginary rule book with a rule number he just made up. Infact writing this is breaking the magical rule 48 which is never carry a pen. A pen is worse than carrying a box of hand grenades with no pins, but its much less common sense. You see a pen can be the easiest way to get yourself caught without even realizing it. you write a sentence or circle an ad or a photograph. You put down an address or a phone number you just created evidence against yourself and hell you could get caught that way. I could get caught so I'm breaking rule 48, but dad broke rule number 1 NEVER GET CAUGHT!