In the bustling state of St. Finley, the city of Frank Wright was filled with screams. Fire and brimstone completely engulfed the streets and citizens ran from inhuman amalgamations and an array of vaguely human monsters.
A tall and burly middle-aged man stood before a massive window looking over a burning city; he held a phone up to his ear
"Carrie, what the hell is going on out there. Sway warned us about Shep, but I didn't think he'd take it this far."
The man was an incredibly powerful politician who worked under the name Working Class Hero. He was running for senate a second time, but his ever-present ego got in the way of any excursion he attempted, including that one.
He paced back and forth listening to the response.
"He's ruining the goddamned business for the rest of us. Nobody wants to buy a fucking-"
From behind, a small eek echoed through his apartment, startling him.
"I'll call you back, C."
The man hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket, paranoid. His heart was incredibly heavy. Only hours ago, he had a large, iniquitous party with a few of his friends. At this party, underage girls were brought out in pieces for them to devour.
He pulled out a pistol from his waist and held it up to his ear, hands shaking, preparing to shoot at anything that moved even slightly.
Another eek, this time from his kitchen, rung out around his apartment.
He swiveled around and shot a shot, purely out of fright.
A snake's hiss then creeped into his ear.
Slowly, the soundscape of his entire apartment slowly turned into a cacophony of small animals weeping and yelping.
From the shadows, TheVerminMartyr swiftly leaped out and tackled Working Class Hero.
The Vermin Martyr was a very wacky looking, but stern man. He wore his hair in very long red twists that looked like yarn. On his face was poorly applied makeup, and deep black sunglasses. His outfit was no less funky as his face. He wore a long grey coat. One sleeve was cut off early and he had a tight, red, long-sleeve underneath. Overall, he was a man of deep must. Walking past him anywhere, I promise your second thought would be about his strange appearance.
Vermin Martyr followed up with a flurry of punches but the man's defense was too strong.
Getting up, Working Class Hero says, "I should've known you would come track me down... Pegasus told me to seal up the gaps in here."
Vermin Martyr kipped back up onto his feet. He said, "Archie Lombardi, A.K.A Working Class Hero... Do you remember Lily?"
He then rushed toward Working Class Hero and threw out a roundhouse kick straight to his head.
"Or Maybe Mia!" says Vermin Martyr.
They continued trading blows, until Working Class Hero eventually gained the upper hand and punched Vermin Martyr to the ground.
Working Class Hero stands up and says, "You're lost, son. This here's an impossible fight. I'll let you leave now before things get too too serious... Peggy's already a little mad, but-"
Just then, Vermin Martyr pulled out a dagger from his waist and jabbed it into Working Class Hero's leg. He winced out in pain.
Vermin Martyr rolled backward and pulled out a second dagger.
"Ack, son of a bitch!" Working Class Hero screams out.
Vermin Martyr rushed at Working Class Hero and slashed at his chest, but Working Class Hero hits the blade away, and palms Vermin Martyr's head.
For a moment, they struggled, until a snake slithers up and chomps down on Working Class Hero's unhurt leg.
"Yield, Basil." Said Vermin Martyr while wiping blood from his mouth.
Working Class Hero fell to the ground.
"I finally caught ya'," said Vermin Martyr. He pulled out a silenced pistol from his coat and began walking toward Working Class Hero.
"What the hell do you want, why do you even care... I see the way these rodents talk to you, you got it too, I know it!" Said Working Class Hero, crawling backward. He talked in a fearful tone but his face reflected the complete opposite.
"I was cursed for love, you fuck! You and all the other sick bastards in the pedophile ring killed my wife." Vermin Martyr screams out.
Working Class Hero attempted to get out a word but before he could say anything, Vermin Martyr shot at the floor next to him.
"You want money? Is that what you want?" Working Class Hero pleads.
Vermin Martyr, in an annoyed tone of voice, said "Are you deaf?... where is Pegasus located."
"I'd be in a lottttttt of trouble if I told you about Peggy."
"You'd be in a lot of trouble if you don't, so give it up."
Working Class Hero finally backed himself into his large dining room table. He placed both hands on the ground and flashed a devilish smirk.
"Welllllll..." Working Class Hero said.
Suddenly, Working Class Hero's body began to get lighter and lighter from the inside out, until his whole complexion was consumed by beaming white lights.
Vermin Martyr, recognizing the immediate danger, attempted to shoot, but before he could, BOOOOOOOOOM. Working Class Hero exploded.
His Apartment window filled with a blinding light and the massive window overlooking the city burst open. The Vermin Martyr gets violently thrown out the window, straight into the madness below.