Julie 'mew' Beeblebrox

Amidst a dimly lit chamber, the Arditi del Popolo sat with a determination etched upon their faces by the tools of war, their eyes bright like gunfire with the fervor of revolution. One amongst them, a tall man with shoulders like a battle cruiser brought his fist down upon the table with a thunderous crash, the cups scattered around the table shaking with resounding force. “We can’t just wait around, pants down,” he declared.