09-12-2018, 06:45 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Their newest leader had plans of moving further into the desert compared to their former jungle today. Stryker's mates had been told to pack their things and pick up any strays that laid around the area. Luckily, it was less work for him. As if he had possessions. Everything he had was minimal and small, but held meaning, so there was no reason for him to pack a large bag for their travels. Instead the lion showed up, a lone sigh leaving him. Hopefully this would be over soon enough.
[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