Recently I was approached by a mysterious figure. The one who hid his face shadows called out to me in the market. Curious, I approached him and he said, "I have an offer you can't refuse. Meet me my partner in the den."
I was confused but had little time to ponder his statement before he whisked away back in to the shadows of the night. I weighed my options.
"Do I go meet this person in what would likely be a trap to rob me of my valuables, or do I just go home?"
I decided to meet this "Partner" because being safe is so very boring.
I crept into the den. I saw Graham the dope dealer and gave him a nod. He nodded over to a person huddled down taking a long drag from a hookah and gave me a grim look.
Could my eyes be deceiving me? There disheveled and dirty sat the one and only Sitting Bull. My hand crept to the pocket in my cloak that held my loaded pistol.
He looked up at me and with a hazy smile said "welcome friend, have a seat and draw from this pipe with me."
I ordered a rig from the dealer and sat down next to him. Graham sat the fuming vase down in front of me and i took a long drag.
"I want to rebuild the tribe." SB said simply. These five words hit me with the force of a thousand screaming children. I almost started laughing and shouting in anger at the same time, but I held my composure.
"Think of it Brona, We'll lay waste to the server we'll kill everyone we'll show them the tribe isnt dead."
A thought then occurred to me.I should accept the offer on the table. "I can't have some moron running about ruining the the name of the MM Tribe." I thought.
The plan was set in motion. Sitting bull must either prove that he has become something far greater than he was previously, a true brave, a leader, or he would have to be put to death.
I traveled many days to find this new city that he had some how scammed from someone, the place that was to be the "New Tribal stronghold". I found a base with awful defenses and little rhyme or reason in the planning.
This was not a good start for sitting bull.
I told him exactly what needed to be done to get the base in proper working order.
I brought in a construction team to begin work on the wall.
Yesterday we finished it.
In the total time it took us to build the wall Sitting bull got 14 beavers for lards. and pumped one character to fifty and another to twenty-five to all biles on food someone else had cooked.
what he did do a lot of was smoking...
And dreaming...
Then the bull with the horns made of dross asked me a question and it made me reach my decision quickly
THEY WOULD ***** KILL YOU!
HOW ***** DARE YOU COME TO ME AND TRY TO USURP THE LEGACY OF MY TRIBE.
A tribe that still lives...
The plan was set and the hour was neigh. I prayed to the great spirit and asked him to guide my way. To deliver myself and the tribe's legacy from darkness.
The plan was a success.
The menace sitting bull is no longer a threat.
The legacy of the tribe is safe once again.
This I promise to All of my tribal ancestors, all braves, all of you.
While there is blood in my veins I shall defend that Legacy from all who would smear it.
Edit:had to edit because one of the pics had bad words
