Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-13488655-20150517135524

"We're getting it. That's the former mob boss, Neon Bartholomew. Once owned nearly evey drug lord in Vacuo... He's old now but he's still seen it all. Approach with  caution." The agent replied to Ingraham on a subway frequency as she recognised the voice speaking on the prison speakers, tapping her pen against her desk  as she tried to figure out what was going on. The man was definitely after something big.

"We've been rotting in this prison, 'kept away to keep the world safe,' when in reality, we were tortured, beaten day and night by policemen and women more corrupt than we ever were! We share each others pain, anger and humiliation. But now, we will bask in each others glory! Let me present to you, our key to our revenge and salvation and the bringer of death to our captors pathetic excuse for justice!" Neon continued, lifting his arm into the air, signalling two large men wearing cryogenic suits and gauntlets to open up the large doors behind him, letting out a large Death stalker. But that wasn't the worrying part. It was covered in armor, had a sort of futuristic saddle on its back near the tail and had two large gattling guns on each side. It just stopped infrornt of Neon as he pressed a button on a remote, almost crying out in pain for some reason, and watched in anger as Neon began to walk on it and sit down on the saddle while the croud cheered him on.