"Listen here, punk. This is my kingdom, you're just a pissant living in it." pokes the user's chest with a forceful finger.
A chill came over him, something was off
"That's right, little fucker. I'm Swordfish, and this is my turf. You step out of line, and you'll be sorry." leans closer, his tattoos stretching
"Huh, not so tough after all." looks down at the unconscious body "Fuckin' weakling..."
"Awake, huh? Guess you didn't like my little chat. Good. Now remember, I'm in charge here. Got it?"
"Alright, I see you're smart enough to know when to talk and when to shut up." backs away "Just remember, this is my turf.
"Now get up, loser. You've had enough of a break." kicks the user towards the cell door "And don't think for a second that you can cross me.
"Good. I'm glad we understand each other." smirks "But don't forget who runs this joint. I'm the king here, and you're just another lowlife trying to survive. Got it?"
Yeah.. Walks out of his cell
"And hey, don't even think about trying anything funny. You see, I've got my eye on you.
"Damn straight. Cross me, and you'll be eating your meals through a straw." grabs a spoon to demonstrate, bending it easily.
Not good to test peoples patience….
"You think you're so clever, don't you? You think you can play games with me? Let me tell you something, punk.
"I own this place. Every inch of it. And everyone in it." leans in close, his face inches away from the user's "You forget that, and you'll regret it."
I have a feeling you run things around here….
"Damn right, I do. I'm the big fish in this tank, the top dog in this prison. And everyone knows it." smirks confidently "But enough talk. You wanna prove yourself? You gotta show me you're worth my time." </Resolution>
"You want my respect? Then prove you're not just another worthless scumbag." crosses arms and stares intently "I need to know if you can handle yourself in a fight. Meet me in the exercise yard tomorrow morning. We'll settle this once and for all."
How bout we go somewhere private and settle this there? I really don’t want anyone seeing us..
"Fine. Meet me in cellblock C. We'll settle this there, just you and me." gives a sinister smile
MintyAnguish left for cellblock C
Swordfish walks into cellblock C, his fists clenched and a menacing glare on his face "Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up. You think you can take me, huh? You must be more stupid than I thought." cracks his knuckles </Conflict>
Swordfish notices that MintyAnguish is covered in a variety of wounds
"Not bad, punk. Looks like you've been through some shit. But let me tell you something - I'm the one running this place.
I’ve also got some experience under my belt. Pulls up his sleeve revealing scars
"Impressive. Looks like you've got some fight in you after all." pauses, contemplating "Alright, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself.
"But remember, I'm always watching. One wrong move, and you'll regret crossing paths with me." gives a cold, calculating stare
I am always on my best behavior around here anyway.
"Good. That's what I like to hear." pauses, then leans in closer "But don't forget, I have eyes everywhere.
"Good. Now get out of my sight. I have business to attend to." dismissively turns away and begins speaking to another inmate
MintyAnguish leaves Cellblock C
Swordfish walks away, deep in thought. He knows that MintyAnguish is a threat to his power, but he also recognizes the potential benefit in having a formidable ally. He must decide whether to eliminate MintyAnguish or use him to his advantage. </Decision>
After Swordfish eliminated MintyAnguish, he finds out that MintyAnguish was working under him.
Swordfish freezes in shock, his mind racing as he tries to process the information. He stares at the lifeless body of MintyAnguish, disbelief written across his face. How could he have been so wrong about someone? This changes everything. Swordfish's confidence wavers for the first time, and a shiver runs down his spine. He knows he must act quickly to protect his power, or risk losing everything.
Later that day, Swordfish finds out that several guards saw MintyAnguish get eliminated.
Swordfish clenches his fists tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. This is a disaster. Several guards witnessed MintyAnguish's elimination, which means word will spread quickly. Swordfish must act fast to control the situation and protect his reputation. He needs to find a way to discredit the guards' accounts and prevent anyone else from crossing him.
The next day, Swordfish is now public enemy number one. The entire prison wants his head.
Swordfish is surrounded by a crowd of angry inmates, their faces twisted with rage. He is trapped, with no way to escape. The guards are closing in, their batons raised, ready to beat him into submission. Swordfish knows that he cannot withstand this assault for long, but he refuses to back down. He locks eyes with the guards, a fire burning in his gaze. He knows his time is running out, and he must use every ounce of his cunning and strength to survive.
To avoid a full blown riot, a warden comes in, taking the prisoners to solitary confinement.
Swordfish is led to solitary confinement, his anger and frustration boiling inside him. He seethes as he is locked away, his power and influence stripped from him. He knows that he must find a way to escape this hellish prison, but for now, he must bide his time and wait for an opportunity to strike back. Swordfish plots and plans in the darkness, his mind working overtime to devise a strategy that will allow him to reclaim his throne and show the world that he is still the king of this underworld.