L Admin
Toydaria.
Syndicate territory.
Deathstick clouds cover the interior of a murky, dim lit office. Broken furniture, apparel, construction... the office belies the status of the individuals occupying it. At first glance, it seems a meeting of the destitute, of downtrodden gamblers. But the aura carried by the shuffling group seems significant, their status seems... comfortable. There is a power concentrating here, a power the Galaxy as a whole doesn't often partake in. A weight the Galaxy doesn't often observe.
In the center of the room, one of the smallest of stature begins to speak with a gravelled acumen that demands total obedience. "I want it back."
A small, blue Aleenan fist slams the table.
"I don't want your HOWS OR WHYS, IT IS COMING BACK."
The group seems unmoved, unbothered - but not for fear of consequence. Unfortunately, the room seems to have expected this behavior from the smaller Aleenan. Trained to endure this central figure's behavior. Like a whipped dog.
1. If Kaggathian Officials Attempt To Return The Donation Peacefully, Take It.
2. If UCs Are Achieved Peacefully, This Bounty Is Not Complete Until All Kaggathian Organizers Are Hanging By Their Necks Lining The Toydarian Capital's Streets.
3. 5,000,000 UCs or nothing, no smaller credit distribution will be accepted.
4. Physical evidence is required.
Syndicate territory.
Deathstick clouds cover the interior of a murky, dim lit office. Broken furniture, apparel, construction... the office belies the status of the individuals occupying it. At first glance, it seems a meeting of the destitute, of downtrodden gamblers. But the aura carried by the shuffling group seems significant, their status seems... comfortable. There is a power concentrating here, a power the Galaxy as a whole doesn't often partake in. A weight the Galaxy doesn't often observe.
In the center of the room, one of the smallest of stature begins to speak with a gravelled acumen that demands total obedience. "I want it back."
A small, blue Aleenan fist slams the table.
"I don't want your HOWS OR WHYS, IT IS COMING BACK."
The group seems unmoved, unbothered - but not for fear of consequence. Unfortunately, the room seems to have expected this behavior from the smaller Aleenan. Trained to endure this central figure's behavior. Like a whipped dog.
"WE ARE NOT THESE GODS,
WE'RE WHO GOD OWES MONEY TO.
I WANT MY MONEY BACK.
KILL THIS KAGGATH. KILL ALL THESE GODS. GET MY MONEY.
NERFHERDERS, ALL OF YOU.
GET MY MONEY. MY MONEY. GET IT.
I WANT IT BACK."
WE'RE WHO GOD OWES MONEY TO.
I WANT MY MONEY BACK.
KILL THIS KAGGATH. KILL ALL THESE GODS. GET MY MONEY.
NERFHERDERS, ALL OF YOU.
GET MY MONEY. MY MONEY. GET IT.
I WANT IT BACK."
1. If Kaggathian Officials Attempt To Return The Donation Peacefully, Take It.
2. If UCs Are Achieved Peacefully, This Bounty Is Not Complete Until All Kaggathian Organizers Are Hanging By Their Necks Lining The Toydarian Capital's Streets.
3. 5,000,000 UCs or nothing, no smaller credit distribution will be accepted.
4. Physical evidence is required.
