08-27-2018, 07:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Speak of the devil and he shall arrive, just like Stryker arriving to the scene of the misfit Snowbounders who were supposedly hungered. His clanmates had offered food, apparently Butch gave out soup, but the clan was so untrusting in their care. Luckily, the lion was pleased. They were afraid of the consequences if they acted out, just as they always had been. There was nothing he could do besides force them... but they could die off due to their own mistakes. Truly, he didn't mind either way.
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[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