REUTDOG - The tale of the 1 man mafia
(Yes, this is also a play on words)
This is the journey of a cold blooded killer known as Reutdog. A 1 man mafia set out to see if he can climb the ranks of the unbeaten and establish himself amongst the elite.
Broken hearted fom losing his wife in a teepee which was crushed in the night by a pack of silent assassins infiltrating the Indian Nation he called home. Reutdog was forced to watch his brethren be cut down without any ability to help. He was spared but bagged and gagged and drug off to the dark lonely corridors where the assassins tried purging his mind of the home he once knew. Behind the steel doors where he was strung up and choking on his own blood, Reutdog called out to his love. "Idiokus! No!" Beaten daily and forced to succumb to the harsh natures of the assassins, Reutdog found his feet and with it, his stealth.
Striking swiftly and quietly with his blade he left a trail of blood in his wake. Bystanders say that the only noise you ever hear is the one made after the kill - a haunting noise. One specifically stated that "he is not human, you hear him growl! He's an animal, a MONSTER!" It's true. If you hear the growl, then the blade has already struck. Best simply to pray to whatever god you believe in as your heart will stop in a matter of moments. The blade known as The Fang is forged from the tooth of a mythical creature known only as "The Dragon of Ages." The Fang carries an edge that is unrivaled by any other master swordsmith and never needs sharpening. Rumors are that you can hear the blade sing during full moons, as if calling to it... Or to another world?
Alas, the devastation left by Reutdog caused the assassins to worry and fear what might happen if he caught on to their plan to assassinate the dictator of CC who is protected by the renegades who call themselves Fight Club. Therefore the assassins moved and left their home, leaving Reutdog alone and without a trace as to where they went. He became what the people would call a vagabond - a wanderer.
Mmmm... "This brings back memories," Reutdog thought to himself as he stepped into the chilly winter day. The air filled with steam from his breath as he spoke, and a tingle ran down his spine. A grin. A smile. A mild laugh... An evil laugh. It's days like these that blood tends to congeal and let's off a sweet smell. He breathes deeply and notices that "sweet" smell in the air. There's a fight nearby. He heads west, across the plains and into a suburb where the sounds of gunfire and swords rain. It's music to the ears.
As Reutdog makes his way into town he notices a group of guys trying to fight off a man. This was no ordinary man. He was huge, smelled of booze and carried with him a steel chain that he swung as if it were nothing heavier than a tiny piece of string. He was well known as the "Boss." He travelled and raided villages as he saw fit. Reutdog found this man intriguing. He longed for a fight with someone strong and he had found it at last. A man barking orders to the rest stood towards the back of the ranks. Reutdog approached this man and introduced himself. The man's name was Jim and he was the leader of this group which he called The Mobsters. Jim welcomed the help and proceeded to tell Reutdog all the intel that he had on The Boss. Reutdog smiled his wicked little smile and reached for his sword. As he drew, the sunset reflected off of the blade and onto Jim's face his eyes wide and glued to The Fang. A chill filled his body like that of the dead left in Reutdog's wake. Jim knew this aura to be one that only a master killer could project. And in that instant Reutdog dashed towards the battlefield.........
As the sun disappeared behind the rolling hills, silence filled the air. Reutdog and The Mobsters stood over The Boss' carcass as the final breath of his measly existence left his body. Their town was safe. As the people rejoiced, Jim welcomed Reutdog to enjoy the fruits of their labor. They ate, drank, and shared in stories till the last light of the night was extinguished. As the sun rose, it did so to one less person in that town. Reutdog had disappeared into the night without a trace - leaving behind potential friends and also potential enemies.
Many moons past as the so called vagabond journeyed across the lands with no clear objective in mind. But today held a special surprise for him. He found himself in a place called Seaside. The location itself wasn't that special, but the journey that lie ahead here was. The seemingly uninhabited coastal area used to be home to a major shipping company. After a civil unrest, the area is is mainly inhabited by gangs. Recently, there was a challenged issued by the head gang declaring a prize for whatever mafia was able to withstand a 72 hour onslaught of enemies. Reutdog saw this as a chance to test his strength and skill. He searched the edges of town for a hideout and came across a small abandoned barn. It was the bearer of a harsh visit from someone as there were many structural issues. Reutdog spent the next 2 days patching holes with bricks until the structure was sufficient. He officially had a place to hide between strikes in battle. This would be his defining moment. Reutdog strolled into town, turning in his declaration of superiority and challenging any would be contenders to find him and fight him. He is destined to prove that The Pound (as he called it) is the strongest in these parts and unlike the other mafias, only has one member... Reutdog!
This is a tale of Reutdog's Pound - a 1 man mafia trying to set a Crime City record of achieving all of the streaks during the Seaside Shootout.
Originally Posted by Still At Second
