ADAM
Sunjata continued to sell his idea, and Adam found himself nodding along. It had potential. Problems to work out, but potential. As long as he never had to find himself in the ring (because if weapons weren't allowed, he had only practice from bar fights and childhood scraps and hardly any body weight to defend himself with) he was interested in helping out.
"Okay, lemme know if you start to get serious about it. Find a place and some people who wanna do it, and I'll help." He offered. "I'm pretty good at building up hype for shit, so if you need someone to go around and get people to watch..." Adam pointed to himself. Years of spreading his own legend had taught him how to effectively capture people's imaginations with a few words.
Adam looked out from the alley, at the street with people milling about to the side of them. "If we play this right...we could end up real powerful here. There's just...nothing. No money. No banks. No guards...and it's getting more and more people every day."
"Okay, lemme know if you start to get serious about it. Find a place and some people who wanna do it, and I'll help." He offered. "I'm pretty good at building up hype for shit, so if you need someone to go around and get people to watch..." Adam pointed to himself. Years of spreading his own legend had taught him how to effectively capture people's imaginations with a few words.
Adam looked out from the alley, at the street with people milling about to the side of them. "If we play this right...we could end up real powerful here. There's just...nothing. No money. No banks. No guards...and it's getting more and more people every day."
good evening, misadventure.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
