Anemoi RPG

[Oh fuck the hell no. Whatever that freaky train thing was did NOT.

Slick is dressed like this asshole. More unforgivably yet, the costume resists being torn to shreds. He storms through the halls of the apartment complex. Gotta find the one responsible. Gotta stab him multiple times while saying something pithy and relevant to the scenario. It'll be great.]

One of you fuckers knows how to fix this, I know you do! Come on, out with it! Fucking clowns! Makes me wanna puke! Gonna blow up that train, bleed out the bastard conductor...

[Action]

[Slick is not a man who minces words. Or uses them at all if he doesn't have a threat to deliver, something to complain about, something like that. And, well, he has some questions, but mostly he's just operating under the assumption that he's in enemy territory and took a nasty blow to the head. As he has no keys on his person, it more than stands to reason that the minivan parked near the corner is an enemy minivan. He may not have his memories, but he does have a big honking iron club shaped like a horse's head, and dammit, it's high time for him to do what comes naturally.

The car alarm stops going off after he manages to cave the hood in on the engine.]


[Later; Video]

So I guess nobody remembers anything around here. And the ugly torsos in charge can give you your memories back, but only after you mine some fancy gems for 'em. How convenient.

You're all fuckin' suckers. This is a free labor racket if I ever saw one. Makes me sick; you stupid mooks fall for it like a ton of retarded bricks while the assholes in the lab make off to the pawn-shop with all their precious anemu or whataretheycalled. I ain't buyin' it!