[b]Sloth the Dealer[/b], [b]Nov 1, 2017[/b] - [i]9th Street in the Slums of No Name[/i] , approximately [b]9am[/b]


"[b]and stay the fuck outta my sight[/b], if I ever see you around here again I'll make sure you are[b] pulled apart[/b] piece by piece you slimy piece of [b]degenerate[/b] shit fuck!"  


wide-eyed with fear the sunken face man ran off tripping over his own feet , struggling to keep his balance gasping for breath after being on the receiving end of a deafening stomp to his chest cavity that surly cracked a couple of ribs.

"junkie piece of shit tried to [b]rob me[/b], me[b]?[/b]" laughing to himself, "obviously he didn't know who the fuck he was dealing with. prick's lucky I didn't stab em, cuz betty's been lonely.." he trailed off, thumbing the handle of a black blade tucked in his waistband.

when suddenly he erupted into a series of [b]violent coughs[/b] that reverberated his entire being causing him to double over, bringing a dark cloth from his pocket he covered his masked mouth, attempting deep breaths through his nose to calm down. Finally he was able to bring his breathing to a steady rhythm, "fucking[b] bullshit[/b]" he muttered in between now short controlled breaths. "lung bullshit"

*[i]bzzzz[/i]* the pager adorning his waist vibrated, he looked down at the green retro screen of what was now considered ancient technology. the poorly illuminated device read "[b]1 o clock lunch[/b]" in fading LED. 

1 o clock lunch .. today we'd be going down to the docks to pay someone a much needed visit. I'll head over to the [b]Market District[/b] and grab a newspaper while I wait. See what bullshit they've come up with today. 

Sloth walked in the direction of the Market District, passing a line of drug addicts slumped together on the wall of a degrading building. Obviously burned out from the evening before. 

"Ahh, I love the smell of the[b] Slums[/b] in the morning" he said sarcastically turning his head to the left, letting out a sigh. "[b]fucking pussies[/b]" he crumpled up a $10 euro note and threw it at the feet of the three bums."go get some [b]food[/b] you fucking[b] degenerates[/b]" they dropped to their knees and crawled towards the wad of cash, clawing at one another to get their hands on the paper treasure. Sloth rolled his eyes behind his mask and tilted his head back looking up at the bleak sky accented with it's perpetual red haze. 

"How am I going to help [b]fix[/b] this fucked up [b]hell hole[/b]?" 

He continued walking towards the market district. Relaxed but focused on the task at hand. [i]Today was important[/i]. 

[hider=now up to speed with my introduction]"[b]Corrupt Bitch[/b]." Sloth grumbled to himself flinging the newspaper on the ground next to the bench where he was sitting near the Market District newsstand. The headline read "[b]Mayor Jess Declares No Name City's Upper District, the Safest Place on Earth[/b]" 
"Safest Place on Earth [b]my ass[/b], who the fuck comes up with this [b]bullshit[/b]?" 
"If anyone belie- but right as he was getting into his audienceless rant his Sujo brother appeared in his peripheals and gave a signal. 

Right, no bitchin', it was time. Standing up Sloth headed off in the direction of the Docks, someone was owed a visit. [/hider]