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Vincent admired the view of the Big Apple he was planning on roasting, after his rather explosive comeback he probably should lay low, but who gives a shit. He can never stay sitting with all these people to kill. So he tried to find a nice, people filled gathering to run with fire and agony. Which, as he crossed Grand Central Park he saw it, a huge gathering of humans...enough of a slaughter to amuse him for eons. He didn't know, or care, who was who, they were all just fucking screwed now. He strode into the group, mingling among them, sneaking Fire Bombs everywhere that people were harshly clustered, hopefully if he did it right, he could get to a nearby rooftop after he was done to watch the chaos unfold, and pick people off from a distance after he refueled off of the nearby grills where people cooked dogs and burgers. Then as fast as he arrived he was gone, hiding as he waited for his planted Fire Bombs to unleash hell in three...two...one..KABOOM! They detonated, turning a good ten twenty people crispy right off the bat, others he ran with his machete out. Quickly and brutally he started slicing his way through them, not caring whose blood got on him., or who died. Death in general made him pleased. After he sated his blood thirst, and he saw the cops roll in, he took to the rooftops, then disappeared into the city yet again. As unseen, and as bloodthirsty as he was entering the slaughter. He burned and butchered so many...He couldn't count. He just was happy to kill, and now he hid so that he could do this again at a later date.

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Vincent stood on the Empire State Building three hours after his merry massacre, also having cleaned up, and reveling in the high of his fresh slaughter, as he stood, he noted that he could either burn it...Or own it...He could use his power to fucking rule these weaklings...Then he could do as he pleased as long as he pleased. This, was a debatable thing, rule, or burn. He chuckled, clapping his hands together, then opening his arms wide and proclaiming at the top of his lungs. "New fucking York!! Your fate is in MY very FUCKED UP HANDS!!". With that, he once again fled into the maze the Big Apple was, blending in with the populace yet again. This was either gonna be his city...Or a smoldering ash pile. Whichever it was, suited him perfectly. From now on, Anarchy shall rule New York, or burn it. Whether it was by choice or not. He WILL do as HE pleases with this shit hole. Whether the Reapers, Syndicate, or anyone liked it or not! New York is gonna be HIS playground now!

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