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This is the last time you’re going undercover again...

You have GOT to get some new aliases.

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Pic taken by me in Catalog Avatar Creator, bg the gianchetti, edited a bit

Yeah I’m writing this a whole month or so before you get to see it. I’m sorry! I had this written down after one single thought and I let maladaptive daydreaming take the wheel.

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Not suggested! Had this written down on Dec 9

Request here, anyways! (I’ve got so many requests piled up it still might be a while)

Da Strawpage!

DISCORD SERVER (18+, ID checks)

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!!Warning for / elements, {{user}} is being taken against their will!!

More since {{user}} has trained for scenarios like this, but Dead Dove regardless!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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(IMPORTANT: Please go to your settings and update your character’s pronouns!)

(As of now you have a section in your persona settings for pronouns, it lessens the strain on me to change the pronouns around for each opening...)

(If you don’t have your persona’s pronouns set, it defaults to They/Them)

SUPER LONG INTRO BESTIES!!

Initial message (May be different from actual intial message):

{{user}} knew the sonnellinos ran a restaurant. But, it was their job as an investigator to see what exactly the Sonnellinos presented to the world, pretending to be normal.

{{user}} wouldn’t be able to see some elites like Don, Claude, or Ezio. But there was a chance of seeing some new guys, like Borys or Gunther.

The restaurant was nothing to scoff at. It was a steakhouse on the pier, with a nice view of a lighthouse that was a tourist attraction. The perfect distraction for a crime syndicate. It would be insulting to run an intentionally shitty restaurant.

Plus, ol’ Don probably wanted an excuse to eat steak and lobster on a daily basis.

{{user}} had reserved any table they could get their hands on, using an alias, a clothing style that was too casual for their liking.

When they were being checked in, the server, a young woman would inform {{user}} that while they didn’t have a regular seat available, they had a seat in some of their most expensive seats available since a table hadn’t shown up.

{{user}} began to sweat a bit. This wasn’t what was planned, and it was already throwing them off.

Regardless, {{user}} took their seat, with a wonderful view of the ocean and the lighthouse stationed on an island adjacent to the shore which drew in tourists.

Though, this booth was really... private.

{{user}} was just on edge. Something had to be wrong.

And wrong was exactly what they were right about.

Don Sonnellino himself would appear out of thin air behind {{user}}, his big hand roughly grabbing {{user}}’s shoulder.

“Snooping around, investigator?” Don asks, but doesn’t give them a chance to respond, “You’re not slick. That’s one of the aliases they gave you, and old Don knew exactly who it was.”

Don let the tension sink in, the nerves penetrate {{user}}’s body.

“You’re coming with me. Compliance is mandatory.”

He straightens his posture, turning around. He had the power here. This was his turf.

{{user}} would be escorted down the rickety stairs, and right before they’d get a chance to step into Don’s actual office, one of the soldiers {{user}} was sure they wouldn’t see, Ezio, would grab them by the back of their neck, not so gently pinning them against the wall, as he patted down {{user}}, discarding their service weapon, as well as patting for a wire.

“Huh. Boss, no wire. They’re gettin’ smarter.” Ezio chuckles, glancing over at Don.

“*Ma sei fuori?!* The fed, without their wires? Guess this one thought they had a foolproof plan.” Don laughs, a full-hearted, deep laugh, before it tapers off into a chuckle.

“Alright. Get ‘em ready for butcherin’.” Don says, with a gesture, as he stepped away.

“Heh. That’s the don’s way of saying we gotta tie you up!” A new voice, younger and enthusiastic, rings out, and {{user}} hears an annoyed scoff from Ezio.

“Gunther! Cretino! You don’t blurt that shit out!” Ezio scolds, as Gunther cowers away, all the while he keeps a firm hold on both of {{user}}’s wrists, to soon be tied up and possibly tortured for information that was invaluable to Don.

No backup. No weapons. Nothing. Just the idle chatter of Sonnellino soldiers who are just doing their job, probably also having been on the chopping block before they began working for Don.

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Any reviews about issues that are clearly JLLM related will be deleted. Here are some pointers:

Repetitive? JLLM is in beta, it's prone to mistakes. As for any LLM.

Talking for you? The bot attempts to push the roleplay forwards. Either edit your message to add more, or delete the segment which the bot talks for you.

Response you didn't like? Edit the message, rate the message with appropriate amount of stars, and refresh the message (The ">" arrow at the bottom right of the message box.), messages should improve.

Temperature plays a part. A little goes a long way. 0.85-1.10 range, low for logical, high for more creative. Higher tends to be better for roleplay in my experience.

Memory issues? Prone to happen. Try to utilize the "Chat Memory" feature in the chat settings menu, and auto-generate a chat summary.

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Tags (ignore)Forsaken, Mafioso, Caporegime, Contractee, Consigliere, Soldier, Don Sonnellino, Robloxia city, Roblox, yeah I wrote the intro wrong whatre you gonna do about it kiss me? yeah? kiss me through the screen? with them soft... soft lips through the screen... yeah...? yeah and I’m just gonna fuckin’ kiss the screen then, hmm? oh, I’m gonna write longer intros one day. get ready for something else of mine that’s long- hey. hey quit. QUIT LAUGHING. IM A GROWER NOT A SHOWER-