"Elliot, make sure those crates are secure and get that truck moving soon. The boss is waiting." "Yeah, yeah..." Elliot gave a grumble and curse as he shook his head, glancing back in the side mirror at the men finishing up loading the truck. Something in the distance behind them caught his eyes and they narrowed into the mirror curiously. "What the..."

A rocket sped into the back of the truck, right past the men working with a whizzing should. Impacting inside the truck and exploding, which in turn set off all the pretty ammunition and weapons loaded on the truck. Some men ducked for cover and managed to save their life, for the moment, while others were blown back inside the open warehouse front. Maris shook his head as he moved to get up from the ground, his back bleeding from splinters cutting into his suit coat. His vision was slightly blurry, but he caught sight of an odd looking man within a purple long coat. "Who the hell are you..?"

The figure opened up on Maris with a relic to be sure. A Thompson Submachine gun with a fifty round drum. Easily the .45 caliber bullets cut Maris down where he stood, or rather was trying to. Weapons fire from others approaching the warehouse sounded off, cutting down men as they tried to move for cover, tried to pull their weapons to defend their petty lives. The man within the purple long coat gave pause by a man bleeding and trying to crawl away. Looking down over him he lifted a purple leather glove to his chin in thought. "You know, you won't make the 5:15 bus moving that slow. Here, let me help you take a quicker route to Hell." Emptying the remaining rounds from the submachine gun into the man's back before discarding the weapon and pulling an elven blade free from below his coat. He hummed, almost happily as he moved through the dead bodies while his own thugs moved about ensuring nobody was left alive.

Except. for Mr. Elis. The man within the purple coat moved toward the limping Mr. Elis with a smile perking his lips, course, it did seem he always had a smile didn't it' "Mr. Elis, lovely evening wouldn't you say?" Elis turned around and stumbled backwards onto the ground. Looking about himself for a pistol and finding one nearby from a fallen guard. "You know, Mr. Elis, truthfully I wouldn't do that if I was you." As the man went for the gun, the elven blade was cast forth and drove into the man's hand. "Oh dear, did I do that' I'm terribly sorry. Must of slipped?" Elis groan in pain and leaned back against a damaged crate. "You're dead. Whoever you are, you're dead. My boss is gonna hang you out to dry buddy." "Oh, is that so' Well, you're lucky tonight, Mr. Elis. You see I'm going to let you live. So you can go back to your so called boss and tell him that I now own his holdings here." The man blinked up at the odd guy in the purple long coat, noting now he had on below a green vest' And was that makeup on his face" "My boss owns three warehouses here, he's not gonna just give them up to some punk." A tilt of his head, and the odd man with the smile gave a nod over toward a dark figure. "This is James, James Samuel. He's a friend of mine. Mr. Samuel, would you be so kind as to tell Mr. Elis who I am?" The shotgun in Samuel's hands lowered some as he stepped closer. A glance over his boss and then down at Elis. "He's the Mad Mage. The Joker of the night."

The mad one seemed to almost smile brighter, if at all possible. Giving Samuel a pat on the shoulder. "You know, I've always said black men with deep voices make the best for narrating. They ever make a movie out of this, you need to narrate for sure Mr. Samuel." The mad one then turned down at Elis. "My friends call me, Jack, but you can tell your boss and everyone else to call me, The Joker. You see, I was a bit bored with the Hell of a place I was making a bit of chaos at. So I thought to myself, chicken." Elis blinked up at the mad one. "Chicken...?" The mad one nodded deeply down at him. "Oh yes, You see, I love chicken. It's so...easy to cook really. You make a fire, toss a chicken into it and little bit later done. Maybe a little crispy, but who doesn't like extra crispy?" Elis just shook his head as he held his bleeding hand. "You're crazy." The mad one grinned deeply at that. "Crazy' No. Just...have a different way of thinking then everyone else is all. As I was saying, I like chicken and this city is like one big hen house. So many eggs, just sitting there for the taking. Oh true, there are a few roosters to protect the hens, but they can be dealt with. Just find yourself a big bad fox, with enough hunger to not be fazed by the roosters talons." He looked over at the burning truck and a few of the dead bodies laying around before looking back toward Elis. "This city is a mess from what I've seen and I've only been here one night. I'm ashamed really. Ashamed at the quality." He ran his tongue over his lips and while tapping his gloved fingertips against his cheek. "You see Mr. Elis, I'm going to give this town a better class of criminal. I'm going to paint the town red, with blood of course, not paint. Paint is so old school don't you think" I'm going to steal candy from babies. I'm going to push old ladies into the street when a quick horse drawn wagon moves by. I'm going to set a few fires. I'm going to make a few bodies hit the floor. I'm going to find the worse of the worse and band them together. I'm an equal opportunity employer you see." He gave a nod of his head down at Elis with that odd smile again. "Be it troll, demon, vampire, or your average thug. I'm going to bring them together under my coat tails you see. And we're gonna have a lot of fun. Oh, a lot of fun, Mr. Elis."

"You think you can get away with this" My boss is going to send everything he's got after you buddy." The mad one was looking up at the stars, smiling bright at their sparkle before lowering his gaze down at Elis. "I hope so. I'd hate to think he was a coward and hid himself and his little force of thugs away from me. I like a challenge. I like a little bloodshed. I like it when Angels cry, Mr. Elis." He took out a fork and started to fix his hair in some broken glass on the ground. Elis lifted his brows and shook his head, wincing at the pain in his hand. "You're nuts, crazy, insane." The mad one gave pause in fixing his hair, turning slowly back toward Elis on the ground as his eyes narrowed upon the man. "Now that's not very nice, Mr. Elis. I need you to help spread the word. So making me angry, really isn't a good idea now is it' I mean, if I was to take this fork and shove it into your throat and watch the blood spurt forth...well...how can you go tell your boss I now own his three warehouses?" Elis was breathing hard, partly from pain, partly from the unknown if he was going to live till morning with this wacko standing before him. "Just kidding!" The mad one chucked and tossed the fork behind him without another thought and smiled brightly down at Elis. "Heh, had you going there for a moment didn't I? Ah well. You go and tell your boss now. Go and tell everyone you meet." He grinned deeply and moved to leave, pausing and turning back at Elis. Moving toward him and leaning down, a leather glove took hold of the elven blade in the man's hand and gave a tug of it free. Elis groaned in pain as blood spilled forth from the open wound. "Sorry, one of my favorite knives." The mad one gave a wink and then a pat to Elis' head before turning and motioning to his men and several rather attractive ladies to move on.

"This town is gonna be like something out of the bible....it's gonna burn..."

"Hm, so let me get this straight. You're not going to tell me where the shipment of silver is coming in from?" The man bound to the chair gave a nod upwards at the oddly dressed one. "Welp, no use wasting my time on you then." A Glock 18 machine pistol was picked up from a table and the rounds were spilled out into the bound man's chest with no sign of hesitation. "Well, that was a bit fun, somewhat." A last shot fired into the man's chest as the mad one gave a nod of his head and turned over at the other man bound down to a chair.

"So, do you know where the shipment of silver is coming in from' Or do you know nothing like the last guy over here?" Indicating with a purple glove toward the bloody mess. "South east! South east! It'll be in the city in a day or two!." The mad one gave a nod of his head and that odd smile of his perked wider if possibly. "Excellent! Thank you so kindly." "Can I go now then?" Inquired the man. "Um....no." The glock lifted and fired into the man's forehead in a burst of rounds. "Woo, did you see the blood spill on that one?" The mad one chuckled and turned a glance over at brunette. "Veronica my dear, be so kind as to take Izik and Douglas with you to secure that wagon load. Anyone gives you trouble, just you know, shoot them or something." A wave of his hand in the air and a toss of the glock pistol over at the blue haired elf, Tristin.

"I love this town. So many people to hurt and corrupt. It's like Genesis, with a caffeine high. I've got dwarves, angels, humans and elves oh my!" A chuckle from the mad one and then a quick pause as a lifted a gloved fingertip to tap upon his lips in thought.

"I just had a horrid thought, let's act on it shall we?"

"So, this would be the part where I tell you my master plan. You then after a few moments of me leaving the room, some how get free of your bonds and then disable the two guards outside this room. Then you proceed down the hall and rescue the damsel in distress. Soon after that you both escape the warehouse and some how set it on fire with explosions from the flammable barrels on the first floor in storage. You then proceed to wreck my master plan and come out victorious!"

The Mad Mage grinned as he threw his hands up in the air and then did a little jig. He chuckled and then gave a sigh. "Well, Timmy, mind if I call you Timmy' Unfortunately, this isn't the movies." He grabbed up an assault rifle from one of the goblins and proceeded to open fire on the would be 'hero' of the day. The rounds cut through his flesh and made a spectacular mess upon the wall behind him. That is, if you like spattered blood.

"Woohoo, I win!" Tossing the emptied weapon back over to a goblin as he took a walk around the body and gave a thoughtful nod of his head. "Woops, look what I did. I made a mess of the hero. Who's gonna save the damsel in the other room' Oh well, I'll have to kill her too I guess. Le' Sigh, where's a good hero when you need one" Ah, no worries. Such is life. You win some, you lose some, sometimes your guts get spread all over the wall....." He stood up straight and adjusted his tie before taking out a comb and attempting to fix his hair. Reaching down and plucking up a goblin suddenly by his shirt collar. "Now listen up you little pig monkeys, I want those gems found. I want that shipment of weapons found and I want the damn Key found too! Oh....and somebody bring me a cheese burger, killing heroes makes me hungry. Naw, make it a double cheeseburger with a large fries and a large pepsi...no, coke. Have you seen what that stuff can do to a battery' I mean damn, people drink that stuff! And they say I'm crazy....geezus!" He dropped the goblin to the floor and tossed the comb within his other hand aside before shifting and adjusting his purple trench coat. "Hey, after I strangle the damsel, how about we all go and see a movie" I'll buy!"

"Deck the halls with gasoline...light a match and watch it gleam....." The Mad one struck a match upon the side of the ship, then flicked it over the railing onto the deck. In a moment the deck of the sailing vessel was engulfed in flames. "Whoops, this is exactly what happens when people play with fire. Now look, this ship is going to burn and probably the pier it's attached too as well. Careless I tell you! Oh well, where's the next one?" Humming to himself as he strode along the pier for the next vessel docked in port. Easing a stick of dynamite free from his purple trench coat, another match was struck and the fuse lit. A brief juggling act was had with the stick of dynamite before tossing it up and over the railing to a ship in passing. The explosion a few moments later made the Mad one laugh and smile oh so sweetly. "I love the holidays. People running around. Red everywhere...oh wait, that cause of me. Hehe...So many people, so little time it seems. Where's a plague when you need one" Oh look, a vampire..."

His hands clasped behind his back, the Mad one strode over toward the end of the docks and where a vampire dressed in gothic leathers, was holding a woman by the neck. "You know, I hate this new vampire craze. They're all young teenagers and sexy. What's with that?" The vampire turned his head and lifted a brow at the Mad one. "Get lost, if you know what?s good for you." "Oohhh...I'm scared...you going to bite me" Or audition to be my pool boy' You know, you're hardly scary. I mean, you're all young looking and hunky for the girls to google over. I hate that. Besides, you're taking too long to kill your prey." He withdrew a pistol from below his purple trench coat and promptly, shot the woman the vampire was holding by the neck. She slumped in the vampire's grasp, he growled and dropped her to the ground. "You're pay for that!" In the blink of an eye, the vampire rushed the Mad one. Only to find his throat, caught in the Mad Mage's hand. "What' Didn't think anybody was as quick as you, boy' You know, that's the problem with criminals today. They all think their the best and they are oh so strong. Ooo...look at me, I'm so quick! Boring....You disgust me. You bring the level of death, down a notch in this city with your boyish looks and your charm. I want scary, I want terrifying, I want killers, not hunky teenage boys. Seriously, have you tried out for the acting troop in town" I hear they're trying a remake of Hansel and Grettle. Eh, you're too charming for the ladies. Can't have that now can we?" The vampire burst into flames within the Mage's grasping hand. Burning the young one to a crisp before dropping what was left to the ground and examining his glove. "Damn, burnt another one. You know how hard it is to find purple leather gloves in this town" I mean these things don't come cheap you know." A look down over the burnt corpse. "Hm, talk about a crispy critter. Hehe." A wave down at the burnt vampire and he was on his way, walking along the docks and heading back for the warehouses. "Roses are red...violets are blue...I've got a gun...how bout' you?"

"You know what I hate" I hate self proclaimed gods. I hate Lord and Ladies that think they're special and can do as they please. I hate children laughing and playing, what the hell are they laughing about anyway's" I hate those tags they put on your mattress. They always crinkle and make noise when the sheets shift at night. I hate old ladies that leave out a saucer of milk for the neighborhood kitties. I hate mules. I hate people that talk and talk and talk but really end up saying nothing. I hate small cars that can fit honestly only two full sized adults in them at any given time. I hate monkeys that throw their crap at people. Wait...no...I like that actually. Makes me smile. I hate racism. I mean seriously, just kill everyone and don't be judgmental. I hate Knights on horseback acting all gallant and all I need is a rocket launcher to cast the perfect ending to their day. I hate Slavers and their attempt to turn everyone to beg and gravel at their feet. I've yet to meet a slaver that actually had a pair of balls to back up his running of the mouth. Children with whips, all of them. I hate orphanages. I mean, can you make it any easier for me to blow up two dozen children or more at the same time? Hello' Give me a challenge. I hate news casters that can't get the story right. I hate the weather man. Gonna rain today, clear tomorrow, partly sunny, partly cloudy. I have to stick my head out the damn window to see what the weather is really doing during the course of the day. I hate girls that wear low cut tops and short skirts barely covering their rear ends. You flirt with them and they get all crabby and tell you they aren't that kind of girl. If they aren't that kind of girl, they should put pants on and wear turtle necks. Don't show it, if you can't give it up. I hate firemen that put out fires I started. I mean seriously, I started them for a reason, hello' I hate The Watch and all those badge wearing protectors of the peace. I have enough people to kill, do you really want to be added to the list that badly' I hate bullies. I mean, that's my job get your own. I hate it when you go out to a performing play and it sucks. You should be able to get your money back, or at the very least bang the leading girl for having to watch her horrible acting for three hours. I hate this town. I hate the people. I hate the places. I hate the smell. I think it's time Jack came out more often to party. I think it's time I made myself more known in the rest of the city. I think it's time, Jack had a little more fun. It's my turn...to dance till dawn kiddies.

Wait'll they get a load of me..."

A crackle of thunder perked the early morning air. Lightening dashed across the sky before a gentle quake shook the ground, playing forth a four foot by three foot crack in the street.

Slowly, a form dressed in a purple long coat crawled out and stood. Dusting himself off, before sliding matching purple leather gloves over his hands. A straighten of his tie and a run of gloved fingertips back through his greenish blonde hair.

A smile drew across his lips. A soft laughter perking forth from him as he looked around.

"Jack's back, kitties. Time to play."

"I like long walks on the beach at night. In the moonlight. You know, cause the moonlight can help shine that pretty blood and guts." Jack smiled, but wasn't he always smiling" Giving a deep smile to the Captain of the merchant ship docked in the harbor. The sailors on the deck were uneasy at the bounty of people onboard holding them hostage for the moment.

"Look here Captain, how about you and I go for a walk along the docks, the shore line and see if we can't find a mutual end to this little issue that benefits us all?" Jack near grinned at the Ship's Captain and gave a wink to the second officer of the ship. "Now see here...Mr...?" "Jack." Tossed in Jack with a nod to the Captain again. "Now see here Mr. Jack. The goods onboard this ship aren't meant for anyone except that of Mr. McHanigan. He's paid top dollar to have this shipment brought in nice and easy and to be delivered to his warehouse."

Jack pouted for a moment, but then his smile returned like it always seemed to do. "You know, Cap'n, you don't mind I call you that right' I think we have a bit of a misunderstanding here. You see, I don't like Mr. McHanigan. Matter a fact, I think he should be face down in a sandy beach somewhere with his poop stained under ware tied around his annoying big head. But hey that's just me." Jack smiled big and patted the Captain's right shoulder. Then reached into his perfectly purple long coat and pulled free a simple dagger. Well simple as a sharp knife can be that is. Thrusting it quick into the left side of the second officer's neck and watching him gasp. "Oops. That guy doesn't look good. You have a medical staff member onboard by chance Cap'n?" Pulling the blade out and watching as blood spat forth over the deck of the ship. Several crew members backing up as the blood spurt their way. "Woowee! Did you see that' I mean hot dang, I must of hit a vein...or something right' I haven't seen blood spurt that far in....oh...maybe three or four days. Give or take an hour or two." The Ship's Captain had a look of disgust upon his face. Partly covered by his right hand as he looked between Jack and the fallen crew member.

"You know what? Screw it. I'm missing my show, Sleepy Hallow." With that Jack grabbed up an AK-47 variant assault rifle from one of his thugs' and opened fire. No warning or pause. No one, two, three....he just opened fire on the crew of the merchant ship. It was kinda beautiful really. How the blood splattered about the deck of the ship. How the sailors tried to run or jump free of the ship only to have bullets cut into their flesh. Cries and shouts of pain perked into the early morning hours of the night. With in minutes of the seemingly senseless killing of the crew onboard, the ship was set a flame. By the time people caught sight or scent of the burning pieces of wood it was too late to save. Those that had attacked the vessel's crew were long gone it appeared.

There was however a whistling perking out over the harbor. And then an echoing laugh to be swallowed by the night.

"A lady is walking her chicken down the street on a leash. She walks by a drunk man and he says, 'That is the ugliest pig I've ever seen.' The lady says, 'That's no pig, that's a chicken.' The drunk man says, 'I was talking to the chicken.' Heh...hehe...heh...get it?"

The hired thug of an orc kinda blinked at Jack.

Jack perked a brow at the orc, then pulled a glock 19 pistol and shot the orc right between the eyes. The orc's head shot back and hung over the back of the large chair he had been sitting upon. "Well, there's no accounting for taste." Muttered Jack as he gave a glance down the table at a few of his henchmen. "What' He wasn't going to work out. He's all, tall and brute like. I mean, that's so barbarian like. I'm not looking to build up the ranks with He-Man fighting thugs. That skeleton guy was all right from that show, but he always lost. Next candidate!" Shouted Jack.

An elven man dressed well headed into the small room lit by some stolen oil lamps. "And, you are?" Inquired Jack toward the Elf as he walked up to the table. "My name is Elvarnarianthan Espathion. I am of the Elven Nation of..."

"Nope, too long." Jack opened fire on the elf with the glock pistol still in his purple gloved hand. A sigh given as the former elf dropped to the floor. "Hm, so far I am not impressed. It's like I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel or something. Where are my flying monkeys?"

"You want flying monkeys?" Asked one of the men sitting at the table with Jack. The man was dressed in an old suit, looking like he was out of a 1920's Earth movie. "Why not?" Said Jack. "They are monkeys that can bite and scratch and can fly. Who wouldn't want that for their minions" Heh, seriously...these auditions are taking forever...I'm losing myself in this lost cause. I have places to be and people to watch, stalk and then kill when they go to sleep at night. Hm, that reminds me, I think there is a damsel in distress somewhere outside of town that needs to be tossed in front of a moving train. Hey! Where the hell is my car"!!"!" I said I wanted a restored 1966 Chrysler Imperial Crown Sedan all black with a lot of customized features. Do you see it...do you see it...sitting outside...." Because I don't."

A balding man sitting at the table shook his head. "No...it's not ready yet, Jack. Don't you worry. I'm sure it'll be ready for you in a week maybe."

Jack looked over at the man with a tilt of his head to the side a little. "So, I need to wait...is what you're saying?" "Yeah, you just have to wait a little while longer, Jack."

"Hm." Said Jack. Putting the glock pistol on the table before him and looking to the empty chair beside him. Reaching over and picking up a Thompson submachine gun and proceeding to point and fire at the balding man at the table. Blood splattered as the .45 caliber rounds cut into the poor man and drove him backwards in his chair to spill his lifeless body to the flooring of old marble.

Jack sighed. "I hate waiting. It's like you know when you go through the drive thru thingie' and you order just two things. A burger of some type and a large drink. You expect it to be quick because it's the drive thru and you aren't going inside. You pull up, pay and sit and wait. Then they tell you, that you can pull up to park in one of their parking spots set aside for drive thru orders. I mean, who does that' I want a burger with cheese, onions, pickles, mustard and a large soda....it's not I am asking for a four course meal. So upsetting....then I have to go inside and kill everyone. Oh and what do I find after I do that' I find a whole bunch of made burgers behind the counter and oh...look, large cups for sodas. Like I didn't have to come inside and kill everyone, you could of given me my order. Course, it was kinda fun shooting all those people. I spelled out my name with fries on the counter top....and then I wrote out my name in their blood on the wall. People don't get it. I am an artist. I get hungry just like everyone else...granted, this form isn't true...but, it suits me when about town. Is there a new Mayor or Governor or something of Rhydin City' Hm...maybe I should say hello sooner or later. That reminds me. I think Columbo is on. Good dresser. Granted, he's not wearing a nice purple long coat like I do, but still decently dressed. All right, enough for today folks! I need to go kill something."