"sus autem stulti surgere!" The overly exaggerated Latin man said while beating Iclarius. Iclarius was utterly confused as he woke up from is street fight in Mexico. The crowd was roaring as they wanted more blood and teeth scattered on the floor "come on Iclarius your better than that" the fighter said. "Oh Mateio what did u get your self into" Iclarius said as his pupils shined bright red. Not one second Iclarius reached right into the guts of Mateio and ripping it off like it was breaking a milk soaked Oreo. "Ever wondered why my nickname is the Devil" Iclarius said while holding Mateio by the neck with his steaming hot hands. "Because you" Mateio says as his eyes close and thumps to the ground. The crowd starts screaming and applauding as Iclarius walks off into the beautiful horizon of the Mexican sun.
Iclarius did his usual routine while exiting a Mexican street fight. Turning left right by the Deja Vu Bakery into a small alleyway in that small alleyway there was a black van parked right next to a vandalized skating area. Iclarius went up-to the van and put 3 knocks on the backdoors of the van and a small whistle. Iclarius waited for 5 seconds until the back door finally opened. "Iclarius! How nice to see you again" Nateline said while hugging Iclarius. Nateline is the lady behind it all she usually covers for Iclarius for his absence and helps fund "Let The Games Begin". "So how was the fight?" Nateline questioned"
"Boring" Iclarius replied while attempting to sit on the metal seats at the back of the van. "Did anyone follow me this time?" Iclarius questioned Nateline. "I'm positive know one did" Nateline replied with a smile on her face. "Hey were we off to my king" the driver said. "San Francisco Dave San Francisco" Iclarius replied.
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Let The Games Begin
Mystery / ThrillerAn intriguing story about a game show owner Iclarius who loves his fans,guests and co - hosts but he is running from the devil. literally!
