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Before you even go back to Mafia Wars, you need to learn the way to dominate the game and build up a family of 500+. Not only that, but you need to learn how to equip your family so you never have to worry about losing a fight again. Click here to read more - Dominate Mafia Wars and Mafia Wars Secret

It can be quite difficult for lower leveled players to get money in Mafia Wars. From upkeep costs to robbing, attacking, and buying all your weapons, it's very fortunate for us there's no debt system in Mafia Wars! Apply these simple strategies to get and keep the money rolling in.

Strategy 1 - Sell your properties and items that require high upkeep, especially Tommy Guns and Chain Guns. Bank your profits from these sales so you don't lose the money. Wait until your hourly income is high enough to stock up on these again.

Strategy 2 - In the lower level jobs, Collect on a Loan offers the highest payout for the lowest energy cost. It only requires a baseball bat, which has no upkeep cost.

Strategy 3 - Search your Mafia for the highest level Mogul and assign them to the Bagman position in your Top Mafia. The higher their level, the higher percentage of money you will make on jobs. If you're a Bagman in someone else's mafia, you may get double the money from a job you perform. However at that high a level, your hourly income from properties will overshadow your job income and such a bonus will be barely noticeable.

Strategy 4 - Can't get money in Mafia Wars on your own? Steal it. Win fights with rival mafia members and rob their properties. Robbing money varies depending on the type of property and how many are owned. It can't be done until you're level 15, and the best bank lies in Office Buildings, 5-Star Hotels, and Mega-Casinos.

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Lmao, how awkward is it trying to play Leisuire Suit Larry when your nana and grandad are wandering around?
I've had to play the game with the fucking remote within reach - even so I could just flick onto a different channel during the naughty loading screens with the real-life models exposing their breasts. :D

I've completed it today - though I'm stuck at about 98%, now needing to proper hoarde secret tokens so I can buy the last two secrets, one from the Porn Fairy and one from Uncle Larry - but in effect, I need about 300 tokens and I only have around 35 - that means re-doing the majority of the story sequences with perfects. Wonderful. Button sequences and chat lines all over again. I doubt I'll be able to perfect some of the dodgy trampoline mini-games. Gahhh... If only I hadn't wasted so many of them.
I can mark the game down as BEATEN, but I'd rather have the shiny gold COMPLETE.

...Hmmm... To print a secret token checklist... To restart the game?
Dixie is wondering... I love it - so would it hurt to replay? It's only an 8-hour game, after all.
But saying that, I do have the mountain of un-played games.

Ian and Lisa came to nana's after they'd been to a car boot sale - they'd been selling off some of their stuff. Ian was pleased with himself, having sold a stack of wrestling magazines for £4.
They'd looked for a music box for me - and once more, to no avail - eBay is calling me... :/

Nana provided me with peanuts and Rolos and she sat and played Solitaire. When she was in the room, I couldn't really play Leisuire Suit Larry, so I gave Evil Dead another chance.

Note to self: ALWAYS USE YOUR GODDAMNED BRAIN WHEN PLAYING VIDEO GAMES.
If the FIRST level of Evil Dead has a stupid puzzle, imagine what the later ones will have.

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Since Shelly was away freezing her arse off in Blackpool for the weekend, today was an Ash-only Saturday. I like the odd Ash-only day. :)
Sure, I like spending my private time alone with Shelly, and I love the way we are together in our group of three - but Ash-only days are mint in their own little way. We can play games that would normally bore Shelly and discuss matters of a similar nature. And of course, I can discuss RCP matters and ensure I get 100% feedback - because normally, Shelly isn't ever arsed to contribute and I think it influences Ash a bit.
 
Before she came, I bit the bullet and decided to play a new game. I'm now at the point where there's too many of them and they won't all fit in the "to be played wallet" - and they're never to be moved to the "to be completed wallet" until they've actually been played. I'm proper OCD about my games wallets like. :)
 
So I started playing Ed, Edd 'N' Eddy: The Mis-Edventures. It's actually a lot better than what I expected. Yes, it seems to be short - there's only like 8 levels, on avarage taking about 20 minutes each - so it is a game I could complete in a day - but there's a lot of collectibles to it, and I love sweet obsessive collecting. (Unless it's to collect 1,000,000 roses. :P)
The movies between levels are fairly amusing, just as the cartoons were - the voice actors don't let up and there's tons of humour and jokes relating to the cartoon and the episodes that only true fans, like myself, would understand. :)
 
When Ash arrived, she then persuaded me to play two more new games - Freak Out and Lesuire Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude.
 
Freak Out is the weirdest pile of shite I've ever seen. :)
It's actually beyond description on several factors. The whole game is animated with a cel-shaded style, but with a slightly darker edge to it. The main monsters are curvy girls wearing bikinis, their hair up in pigtails and their faces are simple three stroke smileys like these: :).
Their tits are three times the size of their bodies and as they walk, they wobble about all over the screen. Oh, and they can also use their tits like a helicopter to regain ground if they happen to blunder off the edge of a cliff.
 
To kill them, you need to grab their hair with your "demon scarf".
Ash and I were pissing ourselves, but our amusement quickly turned to simply a: "WHAT THE FUCK MATE..."
 
And as for Lesuire Suit Larry - I fucking love it, Ash hates it. :)
She doesn't really like it because of the mini-game mission aspect, but I don't suppose she appreciates so much vulgar adult humour. Ash's sense of humour is slightly more sophisticated than mine. :)
 
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When mam and dad were both out - we played Guitar Hero 5 and I did some of the drum challenges. Naturally, I was skanking about on Expert + - but with auto-kick and sometimes No Fail cheats on. Saying that, I was scoring around 98% - and sometimes I actually was kicking the kick pedal, even though it was set to auto-kick. Some of the challenges were a pile of piss, but I reckon some of them, I'll need Shelly as well as Ash backing me up as the star power hoarders. :)
 
Mam and dad went to ASDA shortly after and refilled the vast emptiness that were our fridge and cupboards.
Ash and I ate hot dogs and discussed Spieluhr. Finally, thanks to a little piece of paper - Ash might have a chance at remembering her damn lyrics. Writing it down phonetically for her was a mint idea. :D
 
Oh, and then she agreed to let me paint her face up with the corpse-style face paint and baby powder. It was fun - though she did squirm about a bit. But I'm careful, I never got any in her eyes or up her nose. This is just our first attempt - when we do it for real, it'll be thicker, her eyes will be darker and her lips will be less blue - but I think it's alright for my first go.


 
And because she's strange, she insisted she go home like that. Whatever turns you on Ash. :P

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Thursday. The day of two lessons, a huge gap - then another lesson.
 
Angela is seriously being lazy - for the last three lessons now, she's made us sum up entire sections of our textbooks into our "own notes" - nah, she's just doing it because she's after being lazy and looking for any excuse not to fucking teach us.
Photography wasn't as wasted as it usually is - I made an effort to get on with some editing I've been putting off for a while - I managed to edit and polish off around 30 photos I've taken recently. Then at the end of the lesson, Shelly and I were pinning the work we printed out the other day up onto the boards on the wall.
 
I had £20, so I decided I'd go into town and start some early Christmas shopping.
I fucking love Boots like. I thought the three things I'd got - one for mam, one for dad and one for Shelly (though she doesn't know they were for her :D) - they, in theory, added up to £20 - but I overlooked the sweet little green stickers - THREE FOR TWO MATE. :D
 
So they only came to £15.
With the remaining £5, I went off to CEX.
I was looking for a game to buy for Shelly - and I settled on a Lilo & Stitch game - which would have been perfect, given if they'd sold me it with a fucking instruction book. So naturally, it wasn't in a state where I could present it as a gift. The disc and box were in fine condition, but without a manual - just no.
It's a good thing I like Lilo & Stitch - so I'm keeping it for myself. And I'm too much of a fucking introvert to tell them I didn't want it if they were selling me it without the book. Gah.
 
The same happened when I bought a £1.50 game for myself - Summoner, which looks to be an epic RPG. They did have like 7 copies of it - and to have no manuals for any of them? Shelly suggested it could have been one of these forsaken games that don't actually come with one. Hmmmm...
 
I ate a sandwich from Greedy Joe's - and almost threw it back up when we were walking down Zetland "PISS" Road. Seriously, they need some MAJOR disinfectant crews down there. Sloshing about a bit of cheap detergent isn't good enough. I dread to think how many diseases my red Converse are harbouring at the moment... :/

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There's one easy way to tell if a session with Dianne was meaningful: I'll end up crying.
I try so fucking hard to stop myself, this time I was bending my fingers and squeezing my wrists - but as I said to her, if I start, I don't end up stopping.
I spoke to her a little bit about "5 to 15" - I recollected a few events. Those that I didn't think were majorly important, or that I don't think would have affected me that much in the future - but Dianne seemed to think they were useful information.
 
I got my first draft of the film studies coursework back today - Sarah said it's A-grade standard, but the fact I missed out a few chunks of information in places, it's only a C/B. So I'll be adding to it shortly - she's told me I ought to get an A overall for the coursework. I hope so. I want an A for film studies, seeing as how I managed to get one in media studies last year too.
 
I sat on the 2nd floor of the LRC in my break between the session with Dianne and my English lesson. I listened to Spieluhr on repeat for a while, until it started getting on my nerves - then swapped to Silverstein and Blind Guardian. I updated the blogs I'd left blank for Tuesday and Wednesday and had a mooch about on some randomers' blogs.
 
I've always hated English since I came to college - loved it before I came here, then it suddenly just got shit. I despise it even more now that Adam has been put into D block with me. He sits with Siobhan - he was sort of adjacent to me on the tables today, I was in a shit mood and he kept saying random shite to make me smile. I did smile at some of them, but I didn't feel smiley inside. I feel uncomfortable in that room as it is with all the arseholes in there, but it's gotten worse now Adam's there too. Sigh.
 
Hannah pissed me off too. I was simply asking Angela what it was we were supposed to be making notes on, and she goes: "We did the phonology yesterday... YOU KNOW, THE STUDY OF SOUND?"
I just gave her my psycho glare and growled: "I KNOW WHAT FUCKING PHONOLOGY IS."
I'm surprised she didn't retaliate, she looked more surprised than offended at my response. Oh, I fucking hate her. She's always riles me because of her fucking ridiculous nasal-voice, but as soon as someone treats me like I lack intellect, they become hatred targets. Inconsiderate shit-sniffers!
 
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On the bus home, I was listening to Blind Guardian louder than I should have done - and this random old woman kept turning around and giving me weird looks. Fucking slag. You'd think sitting behind an aged person, they'd be too deaf to hear your music. I don't have it THAT loud!
It just sounds louder in small spaces, such as lifts... :)
 
I'm a proper arsehole in the bus station though - I was bounding off to catch up with the bus that was due to leave the bay - and there was this huddle of dirty chavs standing by the railings that just didn't want to move - so I just SHOULDERED one out of the way - the look she gave me was proper funny. I didn't even look at her, I just carried on, fueled by my full-blast Rammstein. :)
 
When I got in, I made myself some of those chicken & bacon motzarella wraps and ate them while I watched Spongebob Squarepants. Nickelodeon seriously couldn't time it better - it always seems to be on whenever I get in. I like watching cartoons after college, it re-fills my happy levels. My happy levels are usually always below centre, but they drop to negative figures when I'm at college. The shithole that it is.
Well, not the building or the tutors or even the lessons - it's the arseholes that are there.
 
I went upstairs, set up my Wii and I finished off Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly.
Good fucking riddance, that's one game I'm not re-playing in a hurry. Thankfully, it was only £3.50, so I didn't waste that much on it. It's not a TERRIBLE game, but compared to the other Spyro games, it just doesn't even compete. And they're on PS1 - this is a GC/PS2 game!
It's just the overall glitchiness that ruins it. All the disappearing floors, voice lags, control reversals, camera freezing and general jumping about makes it a chore. It's also WAY too easy. Having different breath attacks instead of power-up portals is NOT Spyro! The time limits on the power-ups is what makes it fun!
 
And the lack of the locate gems feature doesn't make it harder - it just makes it goddamn tedious. And WHY do you collect DRAGONFLIES? Not eggs, not baby dragons - ach.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks it's wank though - GameFAQs reviewers all only give it 2/10 and 3/10.
I've completed all of the PS1 Spyros at least twice each, because they have excellent replay value - but as per fucking usual, as soon as a mint PS1 series gets ported to PS2, it FAILS.
It happened with Crash, it happened with Parappa The Rapper - it was obviously going to happen to Spyro. :(
 
Tee hee, bad game rant is over. :D
 
 
So, with that pile of crap removed from my to-be-completed games wallet and put back into the box at the bottom of the stack, not to be played again in a hurry - I replaced it with Resident Evil.
Now is the time for me to complete the scenario with Chris. Seeing as how Chris is supposed to be hard mode, I'm very surprised at how easy it is. I'm not sure if it's got to do with the fact I already know my way around due to completing it with Jill - but when I played her scenario, I must have died a good 10 times. I'm at the guardhouse currently and I've not died once. The snake didn't even hurt me, and Chris only gets a shitty shotgun, Forest's bazooka just doesn't seem to be present.
 
I still shit myself when Lisa Trevor came in the outside hut - even though I knew she was coming - she scares the shit out of me. She's what makes the Resi 1 re-make so much scarier. That and all the graphical touch-ups, crimson heads, insane puzzles, extra rooms and the general darker overtone and detailed environments.
 
I should stop talking about games, otherwise I'll just end up turning my blog into a games review. :)