Supercape Posted January 22, 2015 Author Posted January 22, 2015 GM "Don't worry about me, dear" said Vince, dusting himself off and trying to look presentable despite his face being a pizza of bruises with a broken nose topping. "I bat for the other team, so to speak..." Some time later, in a lowlife bar... He was big. A big man even for a biker gang full of big men. The gaschuggers were no simple biker gang. His arms were thicker than most mens legs, and tattoo,s covered his body. A scar ran down part of his face, although it was by no means his only scar. He listened to the garbled accounts of his bikers with a mixture of irritation and interest. "A werewolf...in Freedom City..." He clenched his fists, and his eyes steamed an unnatural red as a nasty grin formed... ~ Fin ~
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