I'd like to make a follow up to my previous forum post and focus on issues that have been had with the user "Bullets" on the server. On paper, “Bullets” is the underboss of the Bonanno crime family—a position that should command respect, fear, and authority. But behind closed doors, the name "Bullets" is a punchline. No one really knows where the nickname came from—some say it’s ironic, others claim it’s because the only thing he ever shoots is his mouth off at the buffet line.
Weighing in at over 300 pounds, Bullets has more chins than confirmed hits. He waddles into social clubs like he owns the place, but the soldiers can barely keep a straight face when he gives orders. His expensive suits are always a size too tight, and his greasy, thinning hair clings to his scalp like it’s trying to escape.
But the real talk around the neighborhood isn't just about his size—it’s his complete lack of presence. In a world where masculinity and dominance rule the streets, Bullets is known for being socially awkward, especially around women. He can’t hold eye contact with a cocktail waitress, let alone make a move. Rumors say he once turned beet red when a hostess at a steakhouse called him “babe” while seating him—he didn’t speak the rest of the night.
Some of the younger guys whisper behind his back, calling him a “fanook”—not because he’s actually gay, but because, in the macho world of La Cosa Nostra, being soft or unsure of yourself is enough to earn the insult. It’s the ultimate disrespect in that circle, and it sticks to Bullets like marinara on a white shirt.
Even the boss, who keeps him around for political reasons, is rumored to have called him “dead weight” during a private sit-down. But Bullets doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe he does, and just doesn’t have the guts to confront it.
He's a tragicomic figure in a brutal world: a man who rose too high, too fast, without earning it—clinging to his rank while everyone beneath him mocks him with forced nods and fake respect.