Post by Justin Jayden on Sept 4, 2010 4:46:50 GMT -5
A man walks into the bad part of the city. The slums are a place of filth and poverty. People who could not afford to live in houses and often beg when the rich come around. They will do anything to get out of these harsh living situations as its very very bad and uncomfortable. Families starve together and kids grow up never even going to school. Most of these people resort to criminal activity and join gangs or what not to protect themselves from none other then each other. Justin walked into this part of town knowing that people around here were desert. Feeling as if they could not make it another day without some sort of income. But times in the slums were tough and employment rate was about 80% negative. Meaning most of these people had no jobs, no money and there last resort was to resort to unconventional methods. Justin knew that someone in this part of town would join his organization.
The masked men. A group of villains who wore masks to hid there identities from the heroes. There reputation proceeded them as many knew they were one of the largest gangs in the world. Justin was the leader of these thugs. He of course had his favorites and the select few power houses sat along side him at the top of the pyramid. Justin stepped down these streets not hopping to find another power house like his chosen few but he wanted to recruit solders into his army. Worthless people who needed to find a way out of this poverty would gladly except Justin's invitation. Justin just wanted numbers in his lower part of the gang. He believed there was strength in numbers and nobody argued with that.
As he came closer and closer to the inner part of the city he noticed it seemed as if it was a battle field. Constant fights and crime broke out every were. He laughed as he had just been to a council meeting in the upper class and heard one of the rulers say that they were all united as one peaceful city. (Yeah right) thought Justin. While they sit up in there high chairs in there huge homes with built in underground pools and automatic sprinklers these people were at war to get there next meal. They would literally kill for a bowl of soup. Justin eyed the situation as a man ran up to him and attempted to pick pocket his wallet. Justin grabbed the mans wrist right before he made contact with the inside of his coat. "Sorry pale I'm not here to be robbed by scum like you. But Show me what you can do. Use your powers to survive my attacks." Justin ordered as he shot a bolt of energy at the man and the man flew back and dropped on the floor making a loud thud. The man got up and fired a piece of plastic from his hands aiming it at Justin. Without Justin even moving the plastic redirected itself and hit the man in the arm. He cried in pain but nobody was listening because it was just another fight in the slums. There were many fight going on right now that no one cared and thus no one would intervene.
The masked men. A group of villains who wore masks to hid there identities from the heroes. There reputation proceeded them as many knew they were one of the largest gangs in the world. Justin was the leader of these thugs. He of course had his favorites and the select few power houses sat along side him at the top of the pyramid. Justin stepped down these streets not hopping to find another power house like his chosen few but he wanted to recruit solders into his army. Worthless people who needed to find a way out of this poverty would gladly except Justin's invitation. Justin just wanted numbers in his lower part of the gang. He believed there was strength in numbers and nobody argued with that.
As he came closer and closer to the inner part of the city he noticed it seemed as if it was a battle field. Constant fights and crime broke out every were. He laughed as he had just been to a council meeting in the upper class and heard one of the rulers say that they were all united as one peaceful city. (Yeah right) thought Justin. While they sit up in there high chairs in there huge homes with built in underground pools and automatic sprinklers these people were at war to get there next meal. They would literally kill for a bowl of soup. Justin eyed the situation as a man ran up to him and attempted to pick pocket his wallet. Justin grabbed the mans wrist right before he made contact with the inside of his coat. "Sorry pale I'm not here to be robbed by scum like you. But Show me what you can do. Use your powers to survive my attacks." Justin ordered as he shot a bolt of energy at the man and the man flew back and dropped on the floor making a loud thud. The man got up and fired a piece of plastic from his hands aiming it at Justin. Without Justin even moving the plastic redirected itself and hit the man in the arm. He cried in pain but nobody was listening because it was just another fight in the slums. There were many fight going on right now that no one cared and thus no one would intervene.
