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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 6:05 pm
The skies over Tangent Tropolis became darker and fainter, engulfing the entire city. The drops of rain dropped down upon the surface. Despite the bad weather, the city enjoyed its everyday "peace". Though today, one man had different plans. The weather was a mere foreshadow of what was about to happen.
Two black cars, each filled with men in black suits, drove over to a nearby bank owned by a infamous crime boss. They drove deeper and deeper into his territory, reaching the bank in a matter of minutes. The men parked in front, ready themselves, and left. Their mission, to bring about a message.
"Alrigh' boys, the boss wants us to teach this guy a lesson! He who defies God! Defies all!" preached the leader of the team.
They entered, acting normal, only to place bags, each filled with deadly explosives. They spread, not trying to look suspicious. With everything in place, they left. They returned to their cars and drove off. The leader took out a detonator from his suit, looking to the other men in the vehicle.
"Soon God's mission will come true! Scourge will lead us to victory!" he cried out.
And with that, he pressed the button, activating the explosives. The entire building filled with flames in a matter of seconds. All the money... gone like that. The explosive was so intense, that sections of the building collapsed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:27 pm
Lower West Side, Tangent Tropolis
One hour after the bank attack
"Breaking news: Just one hour ago, a Liberty Mutual bank was reported bombed by unknown assailants. The Guardsmen were on the scene in moments and were able to evacuate most of the people in moments..."
"Hey! 'Ey yo, Boss Man! Check dis s**t out!" called one Marcel Trevino as he sat on a leather couch in the penthouse belonging to Terrell Burch, a wealthy gangster in the city. Burch, a towering seven-foot-tall giant of a man, sauntered over to the TV after walking into the penthouse and getting himself a martini.
"s**t... Somebody had the balls to bomb my bank? MY bank?!" Terrell demanded, and Marcel just gestured to the TV a few times to say: "Here's the proof". Terrell, scowling, sipped his martini and rested one large hand on the couch.
"These niggas don't know how the ******** they're messin' with..." he muttered, staring darkly at the TV screen.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:46 pm
Upper East Side, Tangent Tropolis
With the mission successful, the henchmen returned back to their base of operations in the more industrial area of Tangent Tropolis. The black SUVs parked in front of an old abandoned factory. There they were greeted by some of their fellow colleagues and friends. However, it wasn't until they arrived inside, that the real party was held.
Inside, a crowd of people all dressed in black, greeted them. They were all part of the same cult, the cult to bring about a change to the world.
"God is gracious!" the people shouted.
Then, all in unison, looked over to the central podium towering above them. There, a man dressed in a black trench coat, his hair pulled back in a slick manner, and a cigar pipe in his mouth. This was Nathan Arroyo, other wise known as Scourge.
"You have done well, my brothers!" he shouted aloud as he removed the pipe from his mouth and exhaling the smoke from his nostrils. "The man known as Terrell Burch shall fall. He is the key to this city's downfall. Once this city falls we shall head on to the next, until every single city is burned down to the ground!"
The crowd cheered on at their leader's words. Sadly, they have all been brainwashed by this man, believing him to be the next messiah. The one to bring about peace in the world.
"We shall strike fear! Yes... fear... that is what we shall do. Only with fear, can more people follow. Tomorrow, we shall target Terrell's local bars and take them over... forcibly!" he preached on.
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