11-24-2018, 12:15 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] New (bi)week, new meeting. Stryker was already on stage and prepping for his performance with annoying vocal exercises as he paced the circumference of the area. The lion really didn't have much to do this meeting besides speak. For gods sake, if he felt like it, he'd even sing it! Truly, the ardent was out of ideas when it came to it, but decided to proceed with a boring and long-winded speech anyways. It seemed professional... Yuck. With a sigh, he paused mid-stage. Finishing his practice, the lion let out a roar to call attention to his fellow Pittians. It was (regrettably) meeting time!
//short post as we wait
//short post as we wait
[align=center][div style="font-size:14.4pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:.7px;text-transform:uppercase;"]——– I got no plans to retire ——–
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS