“Which one of you dripping rectal cysts is brave enough for this one!?”
Hi there, Skidmark!
So are we going to be following him, or someone around him? Scrub might be a good one to follow, being new to having a power and new to the Merchants’ elite of parahumans.
The cheer bubbled up from the crowd, until it reached a crescendo that he could hear from his aircraft/podium.
Looks like it’s the perspective of the man himself. This ought to be… interesting.
The wind ripped around him as he stood at the nose of the aircraft, his cape fluttering. Squealer’s vehicle was like a helicopter made by someone who had never seen a helicopter before, who’d decided to add their own improvements to the design when they were finished – more whirling blades spaced equidistant around the thing. Topping it off, it was roughly three times the typical size.
Heh, nice.
“Green armband means poison, and this is a poison half of you wastes of air have already tasted! We’re gonna make it as bad as it gets! The worst of bad trips!”
Hm, alright, what the hell are they up to here? Is this just an arrangement to get together to do drugs?
It made me think of Newter at first, but if he were attacking the Crew, getting tagged by Newter would be something they don’t want.
He held a bowl of pills that were dusted with assorted powders and raised it over his head, “One handful, then you take a nap in one of the coffins we have up here. Moment the lid shuts, you’ll find out what’s in store for you. Some have rats, some have spiders, some have nothing at all and some…”
Welcome to Fear Factor.
A beam of light speared down from the base of the fat bodied helicopter, sending chunks of earth where it hit ground. The moment it faded, a coffin fell into the hole that had formed, followed by a downpour of gravel.
Well, at least this one fits the container.
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