"Gunfire on the streets, the smell of burning ozone, cries for salvation; above them all, we stand smiling. What sweet music we make!"
We don't need no...
The Maniacs are by far the most sinister and depraved faction within Millennium's Most Wanted, and indeed, Westside. Using deadly, underhanded tactics and methods to defeat and KILL our enemies and rivals. Maniacs take a great deal of pleasure and enjoy a major sense of reward in causing mayhem, mass fear, and destruction wherever they go. Maniacs also try to outdo, and improve upon both their own heists and killings, as well as our fellow maniacs and even the successes of our Faction allies within the Supergroup. Ever moving on to bigger and more grand schemes and murders! Half the thrill is daring the world to stop you!
Maniacs are ruthless, killing machines, driven by no earthly desire to accumulate wealth, power, or any known material objects. Ours is the never ending struggle to burn the world to the ground, because its all a huge waste anyway! Maniacs perceive the world through Delusional eyes, finding nothing of real material or spiritual value in pursuing any kind of "normal" life. The only way we can express our disgust of the world, its rules, and BS obsessions of Hollywood, materiality and sexuality, is by living as free as you can. The Rules are set to keep the world safe, and though our twisted purview began with little things, we have come to believe that breaking ALL the rules is the best way to declare "I AM FREE!"
Maniacs are so disgusted, delusional or simply exhausted with how the world "seems to work" that they embrace a different, more theatric, or gruesome vision of how the world "ought to be" and pursue "creating" that world in everything they do.
The Maniacs of Westside, are Canons... that the rest of the gangs are willing to "point" at their enemies... Maniacs rarely care who gets caught up in their destruction, so long as someone is bleeding and providing the screams they crave! Many of the maniacs (some may argue ALL) claim Zoe loft, or even Rid-Lin as their mentor, the madwoman / madman that introduced them to the world, through criminal underground elements. Most of us still have these ties. Carnivale is the new Prince of Millennium City but rather then see the world through more comical eyes, and wanting to put a smile on everyones face... Carnivale wants to make the world bleed and put on a grand show doing it!
Maniacs have a loose grip on reality, and DO NOT care about repercussions, consequences for their actions, or even fear death! Every Maniac is just waiting for the reaper to take his number, but it doesn't hurt that you keep the good GRIM-boy in business until he draws your card! The maniacs may have the loosest organizational formation of Millennium's Most Wanted, believing more in a keep it bloody, keep it merry attitude. The only real organizational hierarchy may simply consist of knowing who the deadliest maniacs may be, what agitates them, and avoiding their bad sides.
Making an enemy of a maniac can possibly be the biggest mistake anyone could make, but may be virtually impossible to avoid!
If you want to see the world burn, or you just need to keep your blades wet. ("you will drip... rubies!") If you have lost your grip on what is right, wrong, up and down, sweet or cruel... This is where the rabbit hole ends... welcome to the Maniacs!
SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH!
"Alright you clout, remember to wipe yer feet on the way in!"
"LET ME CATCH YOU DRAGGIN' THAT SLOP IN HERE AFTER ALL THE WORK I DID BLOODYING UP THESE FLOORS!"
Voice Plummets to a sinister tone
"It aint easy gettin' this homey atmosphere ya know!?"
Voice becomes cheery and ecstatic once again
"Right then! HEAR YE! HEAR YE!The first annual "Court of Killers" is in session! I am yer host, Carnivale, on this Merry adventure, and welcome to my humble house of horrors."
Voice Plummets to a sinister tone once again
"We got big plans for this town... I look around me and what do I see? I see a bunch of brothers in blood, ITCHIN' for a chance to carve up the meek little rodents that wallow out there in their steel coffins."
Voice builds up gradually growing more excitied as he speaks
"I want to taste this cities fear, want them to taste it more! I want to see them damn towers lit as beacons of chaos in the sky, burning into the night! I want blood in the streets and the cops pushin' daisies! All the while that Defender and his JOKE "friends" look on."
Voice returns back to its familiar dark tone
"Their hearts and ego's deflating when they know there is no beating us! Deflating like their eyes will fade, when we bleed them dry... all while they sing their own goodbyes with screams for mercy!"
"I tell ya boys and gal's... they aint gettin' none from me! I want to bask in that music, and in the coppery smell of their blood... Just before I swallow them whole!"
Voice is booming and flamboyant, much like the ringmaster of a circus
"NOW THEN! SOUND OFF MANIACS!"
Voice grows dark and low
"And sound like ya got a pair!"