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Who is Haiku? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody ever believed he was real. Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear D2R tell it, anybody could have worked for Haiku. You never knew. That was his power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. And like that, poof. He's gone.
One story the guys told me - the story I believe - was from his days in Turkey. There was a petty gang of Hungarians that wanted their own mob. They realized that to be in power you didn't need guns or money or even numbers. You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn't. After a while they come to power, and then they come after Haiku He was small time then, just running dope, they say. They come to his home in the afternoon looking for his business. They find his wife and kids in the house and decide to wait for Haiku. He comes home to his wife raped and his children screaming. The Hungarians knew Haiku was tough. Not to be trifled with. So they let him know they meant business. They tell Haiku they want his territory - all his business. Haiku looks over the faces of his family... Then he showed these men of will what will really was. SUDDENLY, Haiku pulls out a pistol and shoots the two men with guns. He turns and aims at the third man holding his child. The man threatens to cut the child's throat, slicing just enough to draw blood. HAIKU FIRES. The stunned Hungarian watches the child fall from his arms. Haiku turns the pistol on the next child, then the next and the next. He kills his children one by one in front of the Hungarian. He tells him he would rather' see his family dead than live another day after this. Haiku walks over to his wife, crying and beaten on the floor and holds up her head. She gives him the strangest look. One of trust perhaps, saturated with fear and humiliation. He puts the gun between her eyes and fires. He lets the last Hungarian go, and he goes running. He waits until his wife and kids are in the ground and he goes after the rest of the mob. He kills their kids, he kills their wives, he kills their parents and their parents' friends. He burns down the houses they live in and the stores they work in, he kills people that owe them money. And like that he was gone. Underground. No one has ever seen him again. He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night. If you rat on your pop, Haiku will get you. And nobody really ever believes.
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lol you guys are funny
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