After a long night of drunkenness and party-going, Revan takes off his Viking hat and puts it on to his dresser, cleaning his axe he then throws it in to the wall, making a clear landing it sticks and creates yet another marking in the wall. Over one hundred already are visible and a few more faint marks can be seen. As he gets in to his ducky pajamas, he then goes in to his bed... a long night awaits of him, a long night indeed. A few moments pass.

"... and I believe that the Mafia..."

The sound blares throughout the city streets, another debate during the middle of the night, such a tragedy is this. Angry by being awaken, Revan gets up and rips the axe from the wall and rushes down his steps and out in to the wild of Detroit. Aiming carefully, he runs up to the man talking on the soap box and takes his arm clean off with one swipe. The arm lands on to the ground and blood spurts all over one of the ducks on his pajamas.

"What the fuck man? Waking me up and then screwing up my shirt? This means war."

He lobs off a leg this time, as the man quickly bleeds out. Laughing, Revan then walks a bit more down the street and in to a bar. Such is a day in his life. What fun. Leaving his bloody axe on the floor, he this time pulls out his gun and walks in to the back of the bar, before he sees it. A gigantic skunk wearing a suit, with a knife in one hand and a cigar in his mouth, the skunk stares coldly at Revan and begins to speak...

"So you have found me... it is time for you to die."

The Skunk runs at Revan with the knife, but falls quickly as a single bullet rings out and hits the man in his head. His old friend... the horse galloping on all fours enters the bar. He lets off a quick neigh before Revan smiles and jumps on to his back.

"It has been a long time. Let us go... in to this cold world once again."

Revan and the horse rides off in to the distance, his hair flowing in the air.

Epicness is never fully appreciated around here. Oh well, I figured this would be ignored and so this is why I had a plan B!

Pulls out the giant folder with the letter B located on the back of it and pulls out one hundred thousand dollars. He smiles and grabs the hand in which he had cut off earlier. Waving it about and making hand puppets with it, he finally remembers what he was doing here in the first place and looks back to the now formed crowed.

"Oh yes, now I remember, I didn't really have anything to say... I just wanted to bump this shit."

Jumps back on his horse and rides off in to the distance...

Druglord had planned to have a quiet drink in the bar before he went to see his crew leader in a meeting.
"triple whiskey"
he said to the bartender, to which he gets quickly. druglord stared into the glass as he heard a random malfonso start speaking in the middle of the street. he takes a mouthful of his whiskey when suddenly he hears a scream. He walks towards the door when a viking comes charging in to the bar with a gun. expecting there to be trouble, druglord prepares to pull out his gun. a shot is fired. he looks and sees a dead skunk on the floor. the viking then climbs onto a horse and rides off. Druglord, still in shock at what he has seen, look into his whiskey glass. Druglord turns to the bartender and shouts "what the fuck have you put in my drink?" He puts the glass down and exits the bar, still confused be what has happened.

Kates sat in her office. She'd chopped up the coatrack and had a nice blazing fire roaring in the corner, over which she was roasting several large chunks of meat. Her usual silk and dress had been replaced by a metal brassiere and a leather skirt with matching irontoed boots. She pulled back her hair and admired the helmet sitting on the desk. Two horns emerged from either side, their jagged edges tilted towards the sly. Grinning, she put the helmet on and prepared for a night of pillaging.

Grabbing his giant club from the corner of his room, Revan walks out of his house and jumps on to his horse, he rides over to the local french restaurant and waits for Kates to arrive. Putting his club down for a moment, he takes out his axe from his pants and begins to sharpen it. Smiling, he stares in to the french place and notices a man carrying a plate of snails to a table.

"Pah! Snail is nothing compared to whale blubber. When will they people learn that you can't beat a good bottle of lard?"

Grabbing her battleaxe and bow and arrow, Kates emerges from her limo into the restaurant. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a large hunk of bread, Kates drops into the chair across from Revan.

Did you just say snails?

"Snails and lots of 'em. They're not really my type of thing. I prefer it when they're still alive."

Digs in to the whale blubber and pulls out a particularly large chunk of lard, biting in to it, he looks at Kates and extends the blubber to her.

"You want some? Fresh from the Ocean."

He smirks and sets the blubber down, before pushing up the table with all of his might, swinging his club, he knocks out one of the waiters and grabs one of the snails from the plate he was carrying. Taking a bite, he promptly spits it back out.

"Not enough salt. So, what are we even doing here? You told me I get to kill random people. Don't toy with my emotions now."

Picking up his axe. He throws it at another waiter, taking him down.

Kates wrenches off a piece of the bread with her razor sharp teeth and glares at the bleeding waiter.

Nice throw.

And you're asking ME?

I was under the impression that letting a barbarian in my ranks required a minimum quota of raping and pillaging. So I said to myself "Self, who is easier to invade than the French?". So here we are, no?