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In Harold Attano, Promo by Harold Attano

Uprising… 

What was it all about?  The war, the deaths, all of it, appears useless now.  Now that I know my daughter’s alive.  Now that my… “friend” has revealed his true colours.  Aligning himself with… them.   The woman that sought to cut him down, depose him, have his big ass strapped to a fucking guillotine.   

You know it’s true don’t you Narcy?  You placed all your faith in the inmates of Deathrow for your wants and needs.  You would’ve had him killed if you could’ve but… 

You couldn’t beat him so… fuck him I guess, right?  Another roll in the hay for old-time’s sake right?  The dagger in my back is right where it belongs, isn’t it?  After what you did to me back at Pandemonium.  After what you’ve done to all of us.  Because you want power, you want to have control, but what you’ve just exposed is that you’ll be nothing but his lapdog now, Zeus’s little fashionista bitch. 

And if there’s anything an ex-Deathrow inmate can identify it’s a bitch.  You’re nowhere near what you wanted to be and now, you sit in his shadow once more, right where he wants you, and every one of your rejects. 

Right under the Baron’s fucking thumb. You had designs to hang him and now, what? Bygones be bygones and how am I supposed to take this? I fought to protect him and Arcadia from you and your Deathrow destitutes. It’s how we both wound up with briefcases and holding that Championship! But does my so-called “friend” let me in on any of this, nah, so I guess he’s thinking I’ll just go fuck myself and not pay attention to the fact that he’s used me for the better part of this year like a built-in bodyguard.  

But that’s Zeus for ya, right? He’d rather put a bullet in his own son’s dome than deal with the situation that he created. He’d rather pull your cunt ass back in than continue to deal with what you’d become, right? Nah, fuck that, Nobody ain’t through with you and your merry band of fuckwits yet. Because just like Nox’s gasses you’re all poison, just like Jasper’s art you’re nothing but a cacography of blood, bile, and bullshit! 

And guess it’s down to Harold once more to shovel the shit that Zeus refuses to deal with himself. 

And you know as well as I do that all it’ll take is One Shot, One Kill, right down the line to put you all down. You see now that I know my little girl lives and breathes, and I’m back, like back-fucking-back! I can now turn my attention back to the years that were stolen from me shoved in that cesspool, having to live off rat droppings and mold squeezings. He’s taken more years from me than I will ever get back, but now?  Now I start taking from him, and Nobody will remember when it started with you.