RA-RA-RA-RAT KING, BABY !

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after the first fall of cipher broadcasted all across orre, and citizens figuring out that how evice and nascour gained supernatural powers via minerals located deep within the Under. thugs, bandits, whathaveyou-- have all begun digging deeper into the rocky caverns in search for said ores to possess these unnatural abilities. some were bargained by still-loyal cipher followers of greevil to relinquish their shadow ores in exchange for monetary value. there are still drug traffickers, like the rat king, who willingly bargained with cipher for a cut of the profits. of course, who wouldn't be curious to keep some of the chips on your side of the table? he self-injected via neck, elbow and upper arms. like steroids, it increases his strength; however, it decreased his mental stability. additionally finding it difficult to manage his anger; and over time, with abusing this newfound drug, he is naught more than a man chasing after that potent high to keep on living life this way.

hundreds   of   ratattas   begin   pouring   out   into   the   streets.

Poorly drawn Rattata line

“ Ew ? No. I wanna help make ‘em. DUH ! ”