A New Life

The War
What to say about the war? A farce? An abomination? An illegal, immoral crime perpetrated by the uppity "government" of Rome is what I say, as do all the nobility of Great and Ancient Firenze. If they had left we the rightful rulers of noble Italia in charge we would have taken our rightful place at the head of the brave Austrian forces as we had promised to do in the time of our Grandfathers.
But it was not to be. We betrayed our allies and were led into ignominious stalemate by incompetent fools for the sake of the potato eaters.
The only saving grace was that we gentlemen could at least stay out of the mud and fight the war on our own terms. It turns out of course that those terms were somewhat more brutal than we had planned, but that is the way of our ancient art of war I suppose. Ah how our Medici forefathers would have been filled with pride at the chaos and destruction wrought by the firestorms we unleashed on those pathetic sheep of Hungary....
 
Consequences
No good deed goes unpunished of course, and by the end of three long years of death and blood, it was a cold reception we received in the parlours of our youth when we finally returned home. It seems that news of our unrestrained ways on the field had reached the Florentines before we had. With cold shoulders my only company at home and an inheritance lost to my fathers failed businesses and gambling, there was nothing left for me any longer in old Europa.
 
A New Life
The question of what to do next was settled after a heated exchange with that old fool led to yet more blood. With pockets bulging with my dear departed mother’s last meagre jewellery, I made the trip to the port at Livorno in record time in one of the cars not yet collected by the creditors.
Again fate tipped her scale in my favour as I boarded a ship filled with the hungry and desperate peasantry heading for the New World. A new life seemed better than a short one, but I’m not too sure about that choice these days.
 
 
The Family
I heard whispers on board the ship that some of the old families had established themselves in America, and made it my only mission to find my way into favour with this new order. A pocket full of gold and a powerful need for to find my old friend Morphine once more led me quickly to the right doors in this vast, ridiculous, ugly city of New York. How anyone can live in this awful place without their senses dulled I simply cant say.
My particular skill set has quickly led me into a handy position to bring wealth and power to my new Family, while providing the free time I need to find my own way as well.
 
A Throne in the New World
So whats next? This filthy crumbling city does have some potential, if only that its stinking peasantry have no regard for either their own lives nor their fellows. This is useful in the short term, and might prove useful in future if they can be led by a strong hand with 3 millennia of aristrocratic breeding.
A new King for this New World? Why not I say.
We didn’t conquer the old world by lacking ambition, and we didn’t hold the greatest city in the world down those long years through timid weakness.
The business thrives amongst these gutter dwellers, the way to the head of the Family is obvious, and with that power at my back, the city and the nation are there for the one bold enough to but reach out his hand and take them.
Hold onto your hats America, this is going to be a wild ride….