10-18-2020, 09:57 PM
⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺
pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled
Halloween was coming in quick and it was time to get started with the events. Not only were there fantastic scares and fun events, but there were also mysterious training events. One being the pumpkin carving and smashing. After all, carving open an enemy and smashing their skull in was a vital tool in battle! That sounds very dark, but it's the truth. Stryker knew that there were no morals on the battlefield, so using their resources when aiming to kill (or maim...) would be their best bet. How were they going to ravage The Typhoon without that? They'd be toast otherwise! Not good toast either. The Coalition of the Condemned is more like soggy, salt-water toast that no one wanted.
With that in mind, the Kingpin had went on the hunt earlier and set up a stack of pumpkins near the Contraband Shanty. Many kinds of pumpkins rested there. Some plump, others lined with wart, and many that strayed away from the traditional orange hue. There were many to pick from.
In the meantime, the lion had chosen a large, yellow pumpkin for himself. It kind of reminded him of Goldenluxury. No wonder. With one paw on top of his pumpkin, he let out a roar. "Come carve and smash some pumpkins." He paused for a moment. In spite, he left out some important information and quickly proceeded to yell. "AND I DON'T MEAN IN A GOOD WAY!" His slitted gaze momentarily shifted to his pumpkin before letting out a grunt. In one motion, his large paw slammed down onto it's side and opened a hole into it's surface. Talk about dramatic.
With that in mind, the Kingpin had went on the hunt earlier and set up a stack of pumpkins near the Contraband Shanty. Many kinds of pumpkins rested there. Some plump, others lined with wart, and many that strayed away from the traditional orange hue. There were many to pick from.
In the meantime, the lion had chosen a large, yellow pumpkin for himself. It kind of reminded him of Goldenluxury. No wonder. With one paw on top of his pumpkin, he let out a roar. "Come carve and smash some pumpkins." He paused for a moment. In spite, he left out some important information and quickly proceeded to yell. "AND I DON'T MEAN IN A GOOD WAY!" His slitted gaze momentarily shifted to his pumpkin before letting out a grunt. In one motion, his large paw slammed down onto it's side and opened a hole into it's surface. Talk about dramatic.
"TALKING"
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