Post by legion on Sept 30, 2018 2:56:49 GMT
Legion. Is. Chaos. And chose must spread. Legion was always on the mood for Chaos. It was in the mood for degeneration of humanity. Legion had taken the control of a young man. A young dealer. Had a pretty shitty apartment, no real family, only himself and a lot of cash from selling a lot of drugs. And this young man's name was Miguel. And Miguel had potential. Legion had been stalking him for three months. He only stalked people he needed. Potential vessels that were to play important roles. Because Legion had been planning something big. Something dangerous. Something that would rock the foundation of New York for the years to come. Things were going to get bad. Really bad. But to the Sinister Hive Mind, Legion….this was a blessing.
Legion…Miguel…was driving in an old piece of shit 70s car. It was smart of him to not be flashy. It kept him low. Kept him from the eyes of the law and the eyes of potential competitors. Legion couldn't help but admire his smart moves. Legion looked around the slums of the Bronx. Wasn't in as bad as a shape as it used to be. Things have gotten better. People have become too scared to start any trouble. Paranoid of what each other are capable of. Not even a cold war. Even the gangs that had a history of being violent have had a mussel. The young generation, not knowing what they had. People were walking along the sidewalk, pretty safe. Groups of friends were talking to one another. Chilling. Legion stopped looking out the window. He had a place to go to.
He pulled up next to a basketball court. He saw a group of young impressionable men. It was a rather new gang. Had been banging for a few years. Easy dealings, getting supply from some Cartel in South America. He got out of the car, and closed his door. These men turned towards him. The one who was dressed brighter than the rest smiled, and dapped him up. Miguel returned the favor, giving a smile of his own. “Nice to have you down, man.”
“Nice to be down, amigo.” Legion was disgusted. They just let him in the gang. No violent initiation or anything. No forcing him to kill someone innocent. Oh how things have become neutered. But that was about to change. All it took was a bit ambition. “Hey man, I been thinking.”
His brightly dressed friend's smile waned. “About what?”
“I don't know…y'all could be doing better. Like…yeah we making a lot of bank, but we ain't really like…gettin’ it. Like…we can expand…”
Legion was sewing seeds. But there would be a lot more to plant. Just a little more effort and a little more strings to pull, and soon New York was going to go to Hell…
Legion…Miguel…was driving in an old piece of shit 70s car. It was smart of him to not be flashy. It kept him low. Kept him from the eyes of the law and the eyes of potential competitors. Legion couldn't help but admire his smart moves. Legion looked around the slums of the Bronx. Wasn't in as bad as a shape as it used to be. Things have gotten better. People have become too scared to start any trouble. Paranoid of what each other are capable of. Not even a cold war. Even the gangs that had a history of being violent have had a mussel. The young generation, not knowing what they had. People were walking along the sidewalk, pretty safe. Groups of friends were talking to one another. Chilling. Legion stopped looking out the window. He had a place to go to.
He pulled up next to a basketball court. He saw a group of young impressionable men. It was a rather new gang. Had been banging for a few years. Easy dealings, getting supply from some Cartel in South America. He got out of the car, and closed his door. These men turned towards him. The one who was dressed brighter than the rest smiled, and dapped him up. Miguel returned the favor, giving a smile of his own. “Nice to have you down, man.”
“Nice to be down, amigo.” Legion was disgusted. They just let him in the gang. No violent initiation or anything. No forcing him to kill someone innocent. Oh how things have become neutered. But that was about to change. All it took was a bit ambition. “Hey man, I been thinking.”
His brightly dressed friend's smile waned. “About what?”
“I don't know…y'all could be doing better. Like…yeah we making a lot of bank, but we ain't really like…gettin’ it. Like…we can expand…”
Legion was sewing seeds. But there would be a lot more to plant. Just a little more effort and a little more strings to pull, and soon New York was going to go to Hell…
