The most common reason men headed to the most scummy level of Arcadia was due to them needing some spice in their life.
These guys were bored with their daily routine. They became unsatisfied with the nine to five and sought some excitement in their lives.
In order to get what they want, they’d head to the Red Light District to spend their hard earned credits on something they’d normally wouldn’t do. Some of them keep it simple and buy a few drinks at a club. Others play a few games and try to walk out with more credits in their pocket.
Many of these aimless men, however, sought out hookers to take home and have one wild night with. They think that a bit of sex with a disease laden whore will be just what the doctor ordered in order for them to enjoy living again.
For some of them, they’re lucky to walk away with no repercussions whatsoever. They get to send the bitch back to work with a small handful of credits while the men return to their daily lives, ready to make this a weekly routine.
The rest of them, however, are more than likely to suffer the consequences of their one night stand. In some cases, the prostitute infects them with who knows what and the unfaithful prick suffers because of it.
Other times? They won’t even get to live to see the results of their actions.
That’s because they’ll get people like me that won’t even give them the pleasure of a quick fuck. We’d much rather kill them and take their credits instead of gratifying their wild side.
Bartholomew Finkle is one of those many unfortunate men. He headed to Olympus feeling bored of being a slave to the grind and wanting to feed his wild side.
Sadly for him, he decided to throw his hat in the ring while Arcadia’s in the middle of a revolution, courtesy of the Uprising. This makes him yet another upcoming casualty in this war, and we won’t hesitate to make casualties if they aren’t on our side.
Also unfortunately for him, he’s squaring up against me, someone that’s in no mood to appease his wild side like a hundred credit whore would.
Someone that’s not going to let him walk out of Olympus without facing any consequences for trying to make this a weekly thing.
Someone that’s about to teach this professor that he should’ve taken up gambling with cards instead of his life.
You think you can walk into Old School Wrestling and pluck a rose before going back to your university? Every rose has its thorns, and you aren’t leaving without getting pricked.
I’m not someone that you can just use and abuse for one night before fucking off. I’m a praying mantis, and I’m going to bite your head off if you try to fuck me.
You wanted a walk on the wild side, Bart. Here’s your chance to see if you can handle it.
Love,
Miss Murder