[center][b][color=39b54a][h1]Gregor, Rat King[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

	The mighty rat king slumbered in this mid day, having had forgotten to set his alarm in the morning in his secret abode which was a dumpster on school property as whenever they attempted to throw trash into it, Gregor simply fed it to his rat swarms to keep his secret lair clean and tidy. Gregor was surrounded by a large number of scavenged pillows, creating a nice little hovel for him to curl up in. However, today was a day of reckoning for Gregor as he was awoken not by the subtle tones of his alarm, but a thunderous crash, as metal and glass bent and shattered. The form of a helicopter slammed against the dumpster after having crashed, sending the dumpster tumbling over a few times into the distance before it came to a stop, turned completely over. 

	Gregor was now very awake, and very angry as he saw his worldly possessions strewn about in a messy heap on top of him. He began to scramble, attempting to stand as his tail smacked a radio he had scavenged, and music from a cd he had within boomed out at full volume, only increased by the closed space for Gregor. It was as if the voice emanating from the box was the thunderous shouts of an angry deity directed at him.

"And in their hour of need, he sent forth unto them...
THE BERSERKER RAGE!
Now, gods of men, they rose up from the ground, screaming like wild animals.
Such is the gift of absolute power.
No blade or weapon could harm them; they killed man and horses alike!"

	Pairing this with the rude awakening and the physical pain Gregor was in, Gregor felt a well of fury overflow from within. However, despite all his rage Gregor was still a rat in a cage....

	As Alexei waited to make sure there was no more danger afoot, he would be able to see a dumpster flying towards the helicopter, something having thrown it as a roar could be heard by those within the food court. "[color=39b54a]Who in der right mind crashed a feeking coppah into mai fookin house, you absolute madmen?! I will demolish yew bloody space invaders, come get some prime rat rib ye mongoloids!"[/color] A scottish inflected voice screams into the air. Gregor could be seen standing surrounded by smashed electronics, clothing, and a few now ruined stuffed animals. "[color=39b54a]I will shiet down your torn open throats! No one tries to kill me and gets to just walk away from et!"[/color] Gregor declares as he picks up a jacket and slung it over his shoulders like a cape and began to walk towards the wreckage, following the dumpster.