[center][h1][color=orange]Androssi Gallifeldt[/color],[/h1]
[h2]Las Vegas Strip[/h2][/center]
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Wave after wave of people crashed against each, gawking at the lights and drowning in vice. If one were to ask for a depiction of mankind's folly, one would only have to look to Vegas, for surely there was no truer representation. 

Fools flocked to this 'paradise', in search of pleasure and riches. Putting their lives on the line for a taste of greater prosperity, clawing at, devouring each other mindlessly. Crushing hopes and dreams underneath their heels in pursuit of their own. In the end, only one winner can exist, and it's never the players.

It was only fitting then, that a Subspecies war were held here, and even more fitting that Androssi entered.

Even if, in the end, the house were to be the only one to win this grand exchange of desires, Androssi would make sure he at the very least came second, with or without Assassin, he would make do.

And so, with a grand grin set upon his face, he welcomed the night, stepping onto the skeevy streets of sin city.

Now was the time to properly greet his opponents, and he had every intention of letting them become very close acquaintances at the very end.

[@Argonaut]