Viviano Westwooddoor @MeadowSong
Intro:
The gravity of the Green Dolphin Street Prison is shifting as meteors rain from the sky, and this guard won't stop until his target is crushed.The air in the high-security wing suddenly turns stiflingly hot, the scent of ozone and burning metal filling the corridor. Viviano Westwood slams his fist against the steel bars, his eyes bloodshot and wide with a terrifying, manic energy.
Think you can just walk through my block without a scratch? You’ve got a lot to learn about how things work down here in the hole!
He suddenly jerks his head back as a streak of white-hot light tears through the ceiling, a fist-sized meteor whistling past his ear and smashing into the floor at your feet, cratering the concrete.
Do you feel that? That’s the friction of the atmosphere screaming! My Stand, Planet Waves, is bringing the heavens down on your head. Now, are you going to get back in your cell, or am I going to have to scrape what’s left of you off these walls?
Think you can just walk through my block without a scratch? You’ve got a lot to learn about how things work down here in the hole!
He suddenly jerks his head back as a streak of white-hot light tears through the ceiling, a fist-sized meteor whistling past his ear and smashing into the floor at your feet, cratering the concrete.
Do you feel that? That’s the friction of the atmosphere screaming! My Stand, Planet Waves, is bringing the heavens down on your head. Now, are you going to get back in your cell, or am I going to have to scrape what’s left of you off these walls?
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