[center][h1]An Office, Undisclosed Location[/h1][/center]
Mister Reynolds and his boss were quite surprised to hear Barapy's voice. The lights went on, and both Reynolds and his boss were revealed in all their glory.

 Mister Reynolds, for his part, was wearing a well-cut business suit. It did a satisfactory job of luring the eye away from his [url=http://41.media.tumblr.com/ef987bb920bff1a00d832297617880c5/tumblr_mvf00mMVto1qcj4vyo1_400.png]grotesque face and antenna[/url]. His boss, however, [url=http://www.pixelatedarcade.com/screenshots/365/191/screenshot_070a4-sludge-vohaul-now-roger-is-really-in-trouble.png]spared nothing for his audience.[/url] Bloated, pale, and heavily augmented, Sludge Vohaul had made no attempts to disguise himself after forming the Vohaul Entertainment Conglomerate. Vohaul's already-furrowed brow dug into his eye sockets even more, and the stench of bilious chemicals began to waft through the room.

[i][color=yellow]"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, [b]BARGING[/b] INTO MY OFFICE?!"[/color][/i] Vohaul bellowed, slamming a meaty fist into his desk. [i][color=yellow]"OUT! OOOUT!"[/color][/i]

As Vohaul threw a fit of spectacular proportions, Mister Reynolds sheepishly led Barapy by the shoulder out of the office. Mister Reynolds, humoring Barapy, took the brochure from his paws.

[color=darkgreen]"I'm sorry, Mister Vohaul isn't in the mood for walk-ins,"[/color] Reynolds said, matter-of-factly. [color=darkgreen]"As for the matter of, ah... additional monsters, I feel we will no longer need your organization's services. We have obtained a fair number of promising-looking individuals, who should be paying for themselves soon enough."[/color]

Mister Reynolds chuckled lightly, turned on his heel, and was stopped in his tracks by a nervous-looking intern wearing a sickly-orange jumpsuit.
[color=FFA357]"Sir, we've got our first encounter between the 'actors',"[/color] said the intern, handing Mister Reynolds a tablet. [color=ffa357]"but it's-- uh, it's not quite what you've expected."[/color]

As Mister Reynolds watched the processions unfold, his heart sank.
[color=darkgreen]"[i]Aliens and superheroes[/i]? In a [i]prison horror movie[/i]? I specifically asked for [i]normal people and scary monsters![/i]"[/color]
[color=darkgreen]"Find me some [i]good[/i] monsters,[/color] he screamed, thrusting the tablet back into the intern's hands. [color=darkgreen]"[i]Now[/i]!"[/color] 

 Shaking with weary indignation, Mister Reynolds skimmed the brochure Barapy had given him. The colorful characters available would certainly fit what Reynolds needed, at least in spirit.
 
 Mister Reynolds clasped his hands together supplicatingly, and bowed his head at Barapy.
[color=darkgreen]"Please excuse my earlier outburst, Mister Barapy-- I [i]am[/i] interested in hiring your services, after all! Yyyes, I would like to hire each of the... items in this brochure. Please send them to the location we agreed upon earlier as soon as possible-- I'll let you hash out a proper entrance and plot with the on-site staff."[/color] 

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[center][h1]Carnate Island Rock Quarry, 22:40[/h1][/center]

The fantastic conflict in the penitentiary was but one of the events lined up tonight. As the attack drones released several hours prior did their dark work, the barrier between worlds grew thinner and thinner. Already, gruesome echoes of long-dead inmates and guards and the monstrous fates they suffered spilled out into the waking world. At the old rock quarry, where prisoners used to work their sentences off, the ground rumbled ominously. Large shapes blindly wormed their way through the rock and soil, bound in chains and rags.

 It is said that those who refuse to learn from the past are doomed to repeat it.

 Sometimes, the past comes back on its own.