1901 - New York

A young man is born, his dream? To become King. 

Does this make any sense? No. Who cares, just go with it. With scepter in hand, he works his way up slowly from the slums of New York to the slightly larger ghetto a few blocks away. Bullies were rampant, with his pure suede suit encrusted with exotic diamonds that were actually just reeses pieces he had glued to the corners, all the way to the way he regally spoke - it was a bad way to live your life when poor. 

His only reprieve was once he started to do small jobs for a small group of local thugs, they paid him in a tonic that tasted kind of like berries, it wasn't all that bad. Eventually, as he got better at the skills it took to be seedy, Revan would begin to get money and even at various times compliments on his attire. He knew they were lying in the back of his mind, but they respected him enough to lie, and it was the first time in his life he would taste the sweet nectar of being important enough to be lied to.

He liked it.

1911 - Detroit

Eventually, Revan joined a small unit ran by a man named Spike. He was then forced from his home and thrust into the streets of Detroit, but things were different now. He was given an actual house, one with water and a horse named Charles who would help him with his daily chores; for now life was grand. 

As his prominence grew, and more and more people decide to buy into his delusions, he slowly realized that he could now get away with more than before. He could now be the bully! but first, the man needed a castle. This would take many years, but eventually after tens of years of planning and moving up the ranks in the mafia, he could finally say he had his very own Palace.

1928 - The King's Castle, Detroit

"Rodrigo! Rodrgez? Whatever the hell your name is, get in here! I need you - Rodrogs... where are you?"

His helpers weren't helpful at all, but after what felt like a lifetime his dream of running his very own castle had finally came to pass, and in only a few moments everything would finally come together. After hastily running through the crimson corridors, with the golden fountains adorning every and each room, and paintings of the King in various poses; he finally found his worker taking a break in the golf study.

"Roderos! What are you doing in here?"

"Sir... I've already told you, my name is Michael, and I'm on my break, you said..."

"I know what I said, but a King sometimes must change his mind on a whim. This is why not everyone is bbbborn to be one! If we were all meant to take up the crown, well that would just get messy, now wouldn't it, Rigrag? Is this what you want? For everyone to be a King? To run around in King's robes and be all Kingly? This is MADNESS, Rogoz and I won't hear of it ever again."

The man sighs and then looks over to the King, "What would you like..."

"Hmmm?" Revan taps his foot against the marbled floors and looks hard at Michael.

"What would you like from me, your majesty?"

The King lets off a wide smile and does a spin in the air, he knew exactly what he wanted and knew that Mike did too. Pulling a small device out of his fanny pack of sorts, he hands it over to the man and waits for him to activate it. Walking over to a rather large wall, he sets it down and quickly runs away only seconds before it does absolutely nothing.

"RATRAG. Why didn't it do the boom? You told me these always do the boom."

"Sir, I am sure it will, just give it a moment maybe?"

Revan holds in his sigh and quickly tip toes his way over to the godless machine.

"Sir... I wouldn't..."

He waves the man away and pokes at the device a few times for good measure, even going so far as to kick it into the wall at one point, before eventually unleashing that held in sigh and walking back towards Michael. 

boom.

The sound was blinding almost, and Revan was only seconds away from being blasted into smithereens, yet somehow he had moved far enough to go completely unscathed. Looking back at the newly formed rubble, he smiled. His castle was finally ready to open, the giant Castle filled with giant blast holes and nothing else; was beautiful. He loved every inch of it

"Rumrug, it is... beautiful."

Looking around he notices the man laying there dead, apparently he had attempted to run towards Revan during the blast and didn't get away so cleanly. Oh well, this wasn't the first time this happened. Dragging the body into the pile a few rooms away, he motioned for the rest of his workers to get ready. The Castle was finally opened, and it only took nearly thirty years.

Just as he had planned.

Vivana had been wondering the streets for a while now, enjoying a beautiful day of sunshine and crime. She had gotten some lunch, drank some alcohol and was looking for her next stop of the day when suddenly she heard what sounded like an explosion. She ran down the street and stopped in front of a building that looked like a castle. An odd, out of place, castle.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, the stunning dark haired woman wondered inside. The place was…empty? Such a strange place…

“Hello? Anyone here?"

"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"

He was now a true King with an actual castle and it was time for him to party like true royalty would. Running and darting in and out of every single gigantic room, Revan finally stopped mid-excitement to take note that one of his very own members was standing in the main room. Knowing that his security team failed he gave a small frown, which quickly turned to a smile as he walked over to Viviana.

"Welcome! Were Bobbert and Craig not outside with their tasers? I guess they must have also died in one of the explosions... shame... you never truly know how deadly blowing giant holes into a huge empty building is until you actually start doing it. Haha, that one poor guy who told me with his dying breaths that I could have just hired a team of professionals to put up walls probably had a point."

He took the last stick of dynamite from his bag and threw it out the window as there was no need for it now that the entire Castle had already been completed.

"As they say, Hine's sight is fifty/fifty."

Walking a bit to the left, he takes a seat directly onto the floor.

"This is where the welcoming center will be, what do you think?"