Gothic, 2nd worst place on earth
Two opposite gang leaders decided to have an arms exchange to even the odds against the ever growing number of heroes, bastards in leotards. One of them managed to salvage quite a number from vault semi-autos found under the sewers, it appears to be lost technology dated back to the world war era for while the other manufactured a brand new cargo full of heroin, the kind that is rather 'super' compared to the baseline crap they have at the market. Each of their respective organisation heads go by a pseudonym to remain hidden from the city's more nobler aspects, the tights. Only two figures need to be identified, the short fat crimson dressed jabroni goes by the name of 'Musk' while the gangly limbed freak of nature remains to be as 'Steel'. Creativity goes down the toilet bowl when the decent names have been bled dry, Arlof heard of the commotion when the wind revealed to him a new insight. He may be from a different world, but he does know the value of narcotics.
Little man peddles the shootas while tall and ugly lays out the white powder. A bad combination if Gothic wishes to remove itself from its bleak status quo. Each individual criminal outfit brought their own men, the smaller man donned a bulldog mask and his compatriots are given a canine motif which includes masks as well. The bigger man wore a faceless chrome mask, so did the rest of his goons but each in different colours. The lights are low, visibility is kept to those who possess the masks. It is ingenue of Steel who decides to give out another advantage towards their communion. Some of the musks are giving out live weapons demonstrations, they look retro but these guns made quick work of the boats docked by the pier. Yachts become modern art faster than you can say 'koyaaniqatsi', sample packets have been cut open with a switchblade. Some of the men within immediate vicinity can already feel as if they are sand surfing on the back of Moses.
The rogue materialised out of Oxygen, he stalked their presence from behind the plain sight of the rooftops. From his vantage point he noticed a strange figure [@_solo_] hidden under the night, and it feels like tonight will be a long night.
Ahead of the figure is a metal fence...
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