Board Thread:Roleplay Forums/@comment-26838343-20160629212830

Moments later, a nearby man up to the figure’s height confronted the person wearing a smug look on his face. He stood up directly at it's reflective mask before stating "Yo tin can, this is what you'd call a private area. I suggest you get ya metal ass outta here before me and my boys-Guh!". Before the street punk could finish his sentence, the thing's hand grasped onto his throat and lifted him up, which in turn made his group plus some others stand. The poor man could only try to struggle out of the figure’s hard grip before he was thrown out the window, landing on the gravel in blood and broken glass...dead. The Metal person turned around to see almost everyone with different weapons coming closer and closer, to that a husky and distorted voice came from the reflective mask "Today's your lucky day, I'll show you..." 