on the creative director confirming you're gonna learn Joe's fate in Mafia III

[thingcalledjoe]

Sounds like the big fuckin' mystery's gonna resolve itself soon. Some real Scooby Doo shit.

Can't say I wanna know at this point. 'Course I wanna think I beat their asses in and got the fuck out. But limbo's gettin' kinda comfortable now, y'know?

'Least you finally dusted the fuckin' cobwebs off my ass, sweetheart. Jesus christ.

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[catburgles]

Big news tends to inspire these fussy writers of ours. And speaking of, mine is tickled pink. You have a fan, I think.

[thingcalledjoe]

That so? Can't say I blame 'em, eh?

[aversiontoredlights]

Might need your wheels greased a bit. Collecting dust as long as you did might make you start feeling older instead of just looking it.

[ He's missed you, Joe. ]

[thingcalledjoe]

Ha ha, fuck you too, buddy. You ain't exactly aged gracefully from what I'm seein'.

[He missed you too, man.]

[aversiontoredlights]

Milk don't age too gracefully.

[ At least he can take 'em as well as he can dish 'em. ]

Also? I ain't exactly rushing to find out, but if y'really didn't make it out- [ Which, for all intents and purposes, he expected you did beat their asses in. ] at least it'll be some kinda closure.

[thingcalledjoe]

You're already sour. And occasionally senile. It's like you're halfway there.

[That means he REALLY missed you. He goes quiet at the next remark, though.]

... Guess so. [Joe goes to light himself a cigarette. He didn't want to admit it, but a part -- no, a LOT -- of him was afraid to find out. And this is Joe, who'd rather eat glass than admit he was scared of anything.] And you know I wouldn't go down quiet, either.

[gotanothercall]

Never thought I'd say it, but yeah, limbo can be a pretty cozy place.

[Seven years on and still waiting on that sequel, Guy Ritchie.]

[thingcalledjoe]

No kiddin'. Especially when life and death gets involved.

[gotanothercall]

Where it stopped for me, things weren't so bad. But I'm sure if the story ever does continue, I'll end up getting fucked six ways from Sunday. There's worse things than not knowing.

[thingcalledjoe]

Dunno. That's what I'm expecting from my end, too.