Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141211192639/@comment-25686329-20150307202323

(("The Yankee" is the temporary name for a work in progress OC I'm developing, the Son of 'The Conneticut Yankee' (Hank Martin) of Mark Twain's A Yankee in King Arthur's Court. He doesn't have a page yet, but I'll link as soon as it's up. The only thing you need to know for the time being is he's a viscous oppurtunist, extremely resourceful/ good with mechanics/munitions, and has a lack of empathy, despite being fairly personable))

That's enough. The Yankee thought. He threw the switch and the simulation shuddered to a halt.

- - -

The buildings and graphics deteriorated until the operatives were back in a single, bland room.

Grimm re-entered, hands behind back. "Most Disappointing." He said. "You're scattered, dysfunctional..."

There was a short pause. "Which is why I've assigned an 'operative leader'..." He continued.

The Yankee entered, modded MirrorPhone in one hand, the other nested in the pocket of an uncomfortably thick red coat. He smiled. He knew he was better than these low-lifes; he was determined to bend them to his will. After all, he was the boss.

"As of this moment... you all work for me."