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[I]"We stop checking for the monsters under our bed...."[/i]

[center][b][u][i]Former City of Glasgow
- Scotland Penal Colony -
April 20th, 2041[/i][/u][/b]

Marcus watch as the Killbot came through the line. He stood just at the edge of the ring that surrounded as he threatened one of the people in the line. Marcus recognized the but not the fisherman. Looking at the fisherman however, Marcus could sense Eldritch energy off of it. This thing was certainly not human but merely adopting the form of a human. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Marcus would have perhaps been more interested had the alarms not gone off and the ration dispensery gone into lockdown.

Marcus was definitely not amused now. He became even less amused as the mutes came, guns and hand and accompanied by a chicken walker. Many civilians began to get down, some even running away. Marcus however was not keen on doing such a thing. He did not tolerate the death squads that came into his territory, he did not deal with pathetic police forces. A mute stepped closer and pushed Marcus's chest with his weapon.

"[b][i]I said get down![/i][/b]" the mute ordered. Marcus glared at him.

"[b]No[/b]" he said. As the mute was about to speak again, spoke first in a different voice. A voice that sounded distorted, as though another more powerful voice was speaking underneath it. "[b][color=indigo]Mutes step back[/color][/b]" he ordered. Every mute within earshot went rigid. All at once, they took one step backwards standing straight. What the mutes didn't realize, was they were messing with the infamous Devil of Dennistoun. Many civilians often told stories about how death squads went into Dennistoun but always appeared to kill themselves and each other rather than anyone else.

"[b][color=purple]Drop your weapons and break your own necks[/color][/b]" he commanded. Once more, as though they had rehearsed it together, the mutes dropped their weapons at the same time and proceeded to snap their own necks in unison. They fell down dead at everyone's feet. All that remained was the chicken walker and it appeared more confused then hostile now.

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[right][I]"....when we discover they live in our own heads"[/i][/right]