Well grandson you want to know about alcrantz.that island is fucking hell.there were alot of prisoners who died.they tried to escape through the water.they I got eaten by sharks or got hypothermia.But this story was in the 1930s when mobsters had an empire through nyc and San Francisco.I never told you i was once involved in criminal business.I had friends named weasel,Finn,and sal.As we all know we all went to the island of evil.We had a escape plan get a guard and kill him get the keys build a plane and get the hell off the land.Rrrrrrrrr!the guard was still alive we blamed weasel for not remembering how to kill.We shot the guard the old fashioned way with one hand.Booosh!!!!We had shot the zombie guard in the head the brain was coming out.We got the jurdones keys to the office.We also found parts for the plane so we could get out.But to late the jurdone was there we had to kill the jurdone and get off the island.We flew two hours later my friends died I faked death.I waited 90 days killing zombies and doing stuff.It was about time they all died.there was blood everywhere my friends lost their hands arms feet heads legs.It was crazy.But the empire of mafia is still alive.that night July 4th was the worst and deadliest.Now you know I have a criminal record.