Down in the Old part of town, where the Ghetto Ghost roams free, a certain black van pulled up down the street. On the hood was a very ornate skull pattern, and in general it was Pimped Out. Spinning Rims, those cool light things under the car, speakers on the outside, a nonsensical spoiler. The works. As it stopped in the middle of the street, pure swag emanated from it.
The doors opened, and a very ornately dressed skeleton walked out in an exaggerated manner. His black-and-gold hoodie was covered in ornate runes. He carried in his hands a snazzy-looking staff. As he made his way in front of the car, the rest of his posse walked on out, a motley assortment of walking corpses and reanimated skeletons. One such skeleton*
handed the microphone to their leader. A steady beat poured forth from the car's speakers as he spoke in a gravely, proud and mildly germanic voice.
"Yo, yo, YOOOOOooo! What is haps, my peasants! I be hearin' there's some gimped ghoul terrorizin' my turf! Goes by "Ghetto Ghost", because everyone
knows he truly IS one Ghetto bastard! I am NOT gonna let some restless fool leerin' and fearin' up in my hood! So come on out, and face your future master!"
Madarch had the odd issue of being arrested presented to him. The officer fumbled around with his handcuffs, trying to find a suitable appendage to apprehend. Madarch simply tightened his body to one thin point, and pointed above the collar of his robe. "Try right here, sir. I'm not going to resist arrest or anything." The officer grunted at him as he put it on.
With that, the Amazing Amanita was escorted over to the car. What did he think of tonight? Total Failure. Not a single man apprehended, a weapons shipment raided, the only one that was caught was dead. Madarch felt a bit of remorse on that one. He usually
wasn't that angry. Most people don't burn a good portion of him, but that didn't matter. He "dun goofed", to quote something he heard once from some kid. He felt it encompassed the situation well.
edited 10th Aug '12 9:46:36 AM by wikkit