Zero shakes his head in disbelieve as he walks away, muttering something under his breath.

"Damn Chocobos..."

Mudkip hears some lunatic shouting about meat grinding and violence when he sees the infamous Zero McHannon ranting about the innocent Chocobo's that infest Detroit

'Zero my friend, the chocobo's are not responsible, I assure you!'

Mudkip had secretly been plotting with the chocobo resistance to take down Zero and AVALANCHE for some time however'

'Oh and who is this guy preaching that we're bad people? I'm just a lovable little Mudkip'

Mudkip smiles

Thomas grins, a wildly tenacious grin brimming with anticipation. His teeth glimmer against his tanned features, the lip of his hat shading his eyes. Quite cliche.

"Bring the storm, Signore"

Umbreon feels positively betrayed by Mudkip consorting with those terrifying chocobos.

MichaelLaMotta enters the streets witnessing innocent bystanders getting jumped by these new criminals. Queens was in his roots. As he remembered his previous Boss, anger filled his veins. Knowing that some poor chump was going to try to take back what he thought was "his", angered Michael.

Bring on the challenge. Trust me, we'll be eagerly awaiting your arrival.

Frank leans against a lamp post and grins. He takes one last drag off his cigarette before flicking it at the anonymous messenger.

Bring it on, chump.

12th street? No such creature. Finkel, Gratiot, Livernois, Michigan Ave, Military Ave..   these are real hoods. Finkel on the west, Gratiot on the east, and my dirty dirty south boys on Livernois, Michigan, and Military.  Then we can go downtown to I-75 and Fort, or take a stroll through Lincoln Park, Inkster, or even Brownstown. Maybe you want to grab some fat wallets on Grosse Isle, or St. Clair Shores. But if you are going to pick a place to claim, please, make sure it is real!

Having lived here a while, is 12th street not between john C Lodge Freeway, 14th Street, Clairmont St and W Grand Blvd? I think it sometimes goes by the name of Rosa Parks Blvd

Angelus walks past hearing this and laughs at the petty thugs' claim to be the real criminals.

Tell you what. I'll torture ya for a few unbelievably long hours, and you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you. 

Angelus grins.

See you boys in body bags soon enough.

Rosa Parks runs from the river to 5 mile/fenkell.  Or from downtown to the west side. There's a hundred 'hoods' in between <.<

PoisonOak glares at the so-called true criminals as she runs her finger along the cold steel of her holstered gun.

Admiral walks down the street as he sees a mobster talking about 'real criminals'..he stares at the mobster and smiles..

'Bring it on you prick, ima gonna show you the real shit!' Admiral yells.

Aang walks away shaking his head and mutters...i thought dead men dont talk!

Rosky was walking past a ruined building burnt to the ground and amazingly on one of the walls there survives a warning to all the cities.

Rosky wanders this is now old news and it is not going to happen soon - He can remember his brother was anxiously waiting till some more new districts coming so he could find some work.

Now the brother has gone so is the others and all new faces every where and all new plans in every mind   - people dont talk much these days - they just think and absent mindedly walk

This is old news now - How life has changed so soon and how wishes are now ashes

OOHH NO HE DIDN'T!!

Naraku was smoking a cig listening to this chump challenge his crew and his city. After listening he laughs and goes to the HQ to consult his CL

the mobster pulls up to the scene in his bullet proof limo, ridin dirty with 3 AKs and 2 hand grenades, he creeps around the block slowly looking for a face to blow off, this is my fucking city he mumbles to him self as he takes a sip from his henesey bottle and throws the empty bottle out the window into the street