-he angrily placed his balled up fists on his hips, giving the creature in front of him a gap-toothed pout- Are you implying that my life is at stake if I don’t fork over some compensation for some… thing I just recently came in contact with?
Lord Stingray: futurewarden: -His mouth formed bit of a pout, eyeing the beast in...
-His mouth formed bit of a pout, eyeing the beast in front of him thoughtfully- Don’t get me wrong, Stingray, but I do understand where you are coming from. I was in a similar state where I became extremely bitter— as you put it— because I had nothing left in the world.
So you know what I did? -he draped his arm over the shoulders of Stingray- I took over the
-He instantly regretted what he had said. Though he was a man of his word.-
Oh, you’re going to wear a uniform and like it. And I’m already doing something for you, I’m letting you help me rule this damned world! What else could you possibly ask for?! It’s always demand, demand, demand with you. -he crossed his arms in a huff. He was still rather sore over their first encounter years ago before the mass production of jails across the globe.-
Don’t get too ahead of yourself, though, Buddy. I’m the Commander. You’re just merely an assistant. Or second in command, what have you.
-He frowned further at this- It wont fit any way -He made a face. He didn’t seem to be in an argueing mood he was tired from trying to burn some ones house down earlier-
We’ll make it fit.
-he pulled the beast up to his feet, pushing him along- Come, we’ll have the seamstress tailor you up a uniform, how’s that sound? -he talked to the ray ike a child.-
Lord Stingray: futurewarden: -His mouth formed bit of a pout, eyeing the beast in...
-His mouth formed bit of a pout, eyeing the beast in front of him thoughtfully- Don’t get me wrong, Stingray, but I do understand where you are coming from. I was in a similar state where I became extremely bitter— as you put it— because I had nothing left in the world.
So you know what I did? -he draped his arm over the shoulders of Stingray- I took over the
-He instantly regretted what he had said. Though he was a man of his word.-
Oh, you’re going to wear a uniform and like it. And I’m already doing something for you, I’m letting you help me rule this damned world! What else could you possibly ask for?! It’s always demand, demand, demand with you. -he crossed his arms in a huff. He was still rather sore over their first encounter years ago before the mass production of jails across the globe.-
Don’t get too ahead of yourself, though, Buddy. I’m the Commander. You’re just merely an assistant. Or second in command, what have you.
Episode? Episode of what? -he suspiciously looked around- I’m not in one of those Punk’d or reality TV shows, am I?
-His mouth formed bit of a pout, eyeing the beast in front of him thoughtfully- Don’t get me wrong, Stingray, but I do understand where you are coming from. I was in a similar state where I became extremely bitter— as you put it— because I had nothing left in the world.
So you know what I did? -he draped his arm over the shoulders of Stingray- I took over the entire fucking thing! When I had nothing left, I took it all for myself. -he burst into a menacing laughter-
To kill two birds with one stone, that’s why I’m wearing all this “shit”
-He scowled even more- So basically you took my idea from me and did it ? Your right I have less now thanks I don’t have that goal now because you took it from me and did it your self -He lowered his head more putting his face in his arms growling-
If you put it that way…. yes. -he offered a mocking smile to the beast- I saw the opportunity and I sought to make it mine.
-he looked at Stingray. Here sat a Lord, stripped of whatever power that gave him such a title, wallowing in his own melancholy. Some strange feeling within him clicked, circuiting a fleeting feeling of… guilt? Preposterous! The Warden didn’t feel guilt. Still, as he looked at the ray, the words he had been trying to stifle snaked their way out of his lips-
I never did say I could do it alone, though.
I’d say so. B) I could also say the same for you. My, what sharp teeth you have.

…. Excuse me?
Mainstream and ordinary? Boring?! The nerve! Why, I’ll have you know my Superjail is far from your perpetual view of what you see to be unsatisfying!
If anything, worldwide franchising of my Superjail has made it, if not more, special than it ever was. How, you ask? Well, you just try to dominate an entire planet and see how fucking special you feel.
So, no. I don’t think I went a little too far. I haven’t gone far enough.
Ah, yes. I have noticed a rather significant change in my demeanor, my voice being one of the most prominent. Things like that tend to happen, dear follower. Voices grow hoarse when projected upon such vast audiences for prolonged periods of time.
