Supercape Posted January 22, 2015 Author Share 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 ~ Link to comment
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