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Cracked Rummince

New Bork City

a part of Cracked Rummince, by Abraxas_Axis.

Home of the Empire State Ketchup Bottle

Abraxas_Axis holds sovereignty over New Bork City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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This is New Bork City. It is one of the greatest places in the world. People come from all over to gape and take pictures of the Empire State Ketchup Bottle. After it was built around 1930, it became the largest ketchup bottle ever. Many people have tried to make a bigger one, but failed. Unfortunately, some junkie spray painted the words "BUB COLA" on it. The government was lazy, so they decided to keep it there. This is where all the rummintac action will be happening.

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Bowser sat in a reclining chair, listening to the record player play low-key jazz movement at he stared at the flickering lightbulb tied to the ceiling. The boarded up windows of his gang's hideout didn't do much to block the wind, and it caused the lightbulb to sway back and forth, back and forth.
This is what he'd been raised to. Ever since the gang had found him as a young mutated koopa, he'd been living in this abandoned building in the bustling New Bork City. If he peered between the ancient boards of the window, he could see the Empire State Ketchup Bottle in the distance. Some guy had written graffiti on it maybe 50 years ago. Whoever would have the time, patience and enormous supply of spray paint to do that, Bowser's heart was out to him. The words read, "BUB COLA", a slang for the famous cola drink, Dr. Bubble Cola. He had a can of it, in fact, sitting on the coffee table facing the chair.
While listening to the jazz, Bowser fiddled with his steel lighter. He flicked it on, watching the small bead of fire that sprung up. It was fueled by crushed-up fire flower sap. He flicked it off. He flicked it on, then off. On, off. On, off.
He honestly didn't know what he was doing with his life. He was a mutant; a giant among small turtle people. They feared him for his size and fearsome appearance, and he wished they didn't.
On, off.
He was so very lonely.
On, off.

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Then, a woman peeked her head in the room. "Hey, Bowser," she called. "Boss' called a meeting!"
"Okay, I'll be over in a sec."
The woman nodded and left. Her name was Melissa Chainsaw, and she was the love of his life. She was strong, cunning, charismatic and a kindred soul to his depression - despite also being the most sadistic member of the New Bork City Organized Crime, or NBCOC for short.
Bowser flicked his lighter off, and got up. He was only 27, but he felt aged beyond his years. Perhaps it was the depression. Maybe it was his giant shell weighing him down. In any case, he left the room.
He soon found himself at the meeting room. A long oak table fitted all the members of the gang. On the far end was the mafia boss himself; Armless Salvatore Greco. The best shot in all of New Bork City, despite missing an arm. He didn't wear a prosthetic, however, just to show he could do stuff without two.
"I've called you all here today," he spoke with confidence, "to tell you that we are going to be trying the largest job we've ever done before!"
Whispers spread around the room like a bucket of water making a splash and increasing in length as you pour more and more water on the floor. Someone took up the courage to ask what the job would be.
"The job we'll be doing, it'll be very dangerous and risky." He paused for effect. "We will be robbing the most high-security bank in New Bork City! We will be robbing the Ketchup Bank!"
Everyone gasped except the man himself. "Not the Ketchup Bank! That's the most prized bank of all! There's so many ketchups we won't be able to fit them all!" Ketchups were the currency of New Bork City.
"Don't worry, all. I've got a plan of how to go about this. Just let me handle the planning and everything will be A.O.K. Now get your stuff ready! We'll be performing the grand heist in one week."

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