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LEONIDAS "COPPER" AGRO HE IS THE FILTH OF THE STREETS!
THE HEART OF THE PARTY!
AND THE PAIN IN PEOPLE'S ASS WHO WANT TO SLEEP!
*.*
Leonidas is a 24 years old Italian-gipsy man whose family migrated into the U.S for a better life, which our Leonidas threw away in favor of a life of parties, drugs, and women.
After Leonidas blew all his money away on partying, and his family no longer supported him financially, he became homeless. Wandering the streets of the city, occasionally sneaking into clubs and parties, sometimes stealing wallets from drunk people, and running away from trouble or fighting it.....and getting beaten up in the process. This is life ooc:
steam name: molnar_
Discord: _molnar_ steamID: STEAM_0:0:181207574
Nazih Haitham is a DJ currently employed at the most illustrious nightclub in all of Empire City, The Journey. A short, portly man that emigrated from Lebanon in the early 90s, Nazih has built up a reputation as one of the most energetic and in-demand DJs in the entire city. Despite a rather unassuming appearance, he manages to draw in large crowds and keep them partying all night long!
When he's not performing, he's usually found at the bar of whatever establishment he's currently booked at, throwing away money on over-priced drinks and shots for everyone. Nazih lives an expensive, carefree lifestyle. Has he heard rumors about something going on in other parts of the city? Whispers of citizens going crazy and attacking each other in the streets, resorting to murder and cannibalism seemingly out of nowhere? Of course he has!
Does he care? Of course he doesn't! He's in Empire City to do one thing, and one thing only: keep the party GOING!
The Bible tells us that the sins of the fathers are passed to succeeding generations. The virtues of the fathers can be passed along, too. ** -Norman Vincent Peale
Kei Yeun Leung
梁琪元
The ecstasy of gold
In the latter half of the 19th century on the West Coast, amidst a shipment of labourers from the Far East, a boy barely big enough to fill his boots arrived. How he made it onboard the ship, nobody cared to find out. Parents, birthplace, or name? Irrelevant. The boy was willing to work, and so he did, sent to the railroads. Once they were fastened to California soil, he was out of work and following the path of others, he found himself 350 miles north of the city of angels. The boy, now a man had gotten the name Leung Kei Yeun by his peers. "Leung, the first jade", in a homage to his nebulous background, was dubbed the first of a new legacy. Instead of bolting steel into the soil, he turned shoemaker, fastening soles. Eventually, Kei Yeun moved to the East Coast to start his own business, settling in Empire City's Chinatown. He went on to father five sons.
EDWARD BLYTHE **Chief Executive Officer "Cash is King."
Lucrative businessman, Entrepreneur, CEO of the 8th largest Pharmaceutical Company in the Continental United States. All accurate phrases, all points of fame, all points to make a man's ego inflate. Not that you'd ever say that last part to the man's face, lest he blow up in one of his oft-rumored fits of anger so common in the tabloids.
The man's life story has been chronicled in numerous business related mediums, from his upbringing from the renowned Blythe family, which itself is known for its near universal business related endeavors, with Edward no exception, to his initial foray as a mere clerk at a pharmacy, to his ruthless climb to the top of the metaphorical business ladder. As he would say, the specifics of his rise to modest fame aren't necessary to learn, what is important are the undeniable results.
His business, widely known for distributing all manner of medical equipment and substances, as been a major force in the sector, has long reigned amongst it's peers as a juggernaut of business. Though that isn't to say it's been without controversy. Discontent with his ruthless business practices have sprung up again and again, but through the power of a select few investments in areas of particular interest, he and his company have managed to maintain themselves as a integral part of the economy, despite the naysayers and their slanderous rumors.
But even those at the top can fall, as Edward is finding out firsthand. A ripple effect from circumstances outside his carefully crafted empire's strict control has begun to devastate it. Boycotts, Inflammatory news reports, a metaphorical floodgate has been broken, and there's no stopping the tide. As his work buckles and threatens to crumble around him, the CEO, normally content to sit in his ivory tower and manage his work has deemed it necessary to take a hands on approach. Despite the wishes of numerous advisors and the board of directors, Blythe intends to enter the city streets to root out the cause personally.
But things in the city aren't as comfortable as an office...
OOC INFO: Steam: Mr. Calcium Discord: Justanotherguardthatexists
John Doe The Oracle Pariah “Long have I warned of the end times- Satan’s army taking ahold of both living and dead. Repent, my fellow man- for soon my visions shall soon come to fruition. Christ is amongst us, neighbors, and in His wake He leaves the Damned. Those who haven’t accepted Him, even as He walks this Earth.” View attachment 28676 One of John’s many drawings
Long has John lived the life of homelessness- being taken into police custody several times now for public intoxication for the past 10 to 20 years, each time only giving the name “John”. It’s suspected John has several undiagnosed illnesses, mainly due to his assertion over the past few decades that he is a reincarnation of John the Baptist himself. A “leading” figure of piety amongst the homeless, he’s often found trying (and failing) to preach to his fellow street dweller, his assertion of the end times coming being the central focus of his ranting and raving.
That was, until the state-wide lockdown from this pandemic. The grim picture John had been painting with his words had begun to reflect reality. Or rather, reality reflected his words, with what little information about the actual outbreak Rotchapel has heard. Now, the people await news of what the future may hold with bated breath, the same lone figure wandering the streets at night, preaching of the end times to come.
His father was a priest in the local church in Los Angeles. His mother a school teacher. One could argue that David had the perfect upbringing.
'Thou shall not kill' His father drilled into his head, over and over again.
He wouldn't even participate in school fights, much less start one. By all means, as he was about to graduate, it seemed that his path for a bright and normal career was paved.
Nobody particularly knows why, but instead of applying for University, he instead joined the LAPD. And when asked, he simply shrugged and went 'I want to help people.'
Chastised by his parents and relatives, he cared not. He worked diligently as a beat cop, and a particularly good arrest against an Italian Mafia member called Guido Rosso brought him to the attention of the local District Attorney.
He wasn't the sharpest of shooters, nor the most agile, or the strongest. His diligence in filing the paperwork, handling the suspect, and ensuring things are as by-the-book as they could be led to a recommendation. A few days later, he was offered the opportunity to join the Special Weapons And Tactics Division.
His Catholic upbringing, his tendency to read the bible during mission briefings, and his strict adherence to the book caused issues between himself and the other members of SWAT. He knew this, and he was actively working on it.
Too little, too late. The phone call was made, and the papers signed. Soon enough, he found himself transferred to a whole new state under the guise of a promotion to the rank of Sergeant. He would have his own squad, they said.
And so, David Kay finds himself serving in the RPD as an ESU Sergeant. Kicking doors, and making arrests.
Kento joined the ECPD as soon as he graduated high school, drriven by the memory of his father, a Japanese immigrant to Empire City who was killed by the local Yakuza for refusing to give kick ups to the local Daimyo when he was in the 8th grade. Kento is driven by a burning desire to prevent what happened to his father from happening to anyone else in the city, and to find some way to avenge his father during his time in the ECPD SWAT team. He has realized however, that this soon may not be possible. Whispers have circulated the Police Department: that the upper brass have been shaken by something to their very core- that the brass is suppressing the circulation of certain reports that have come in. Kento believes the reports to be credible- that something is wrong in the city. He's seen it through the increased amount of aggravated assault calls, through the recent increase in police involved shootings, in the faces of the officers involved in these calls and shootings- He knows something is wrong. His thoughts are preoccupied with the possible scenarios that could explain these phenomenon- and what he will have to do in response to these scenarios. He is struggling to answer these questions with a proper balance between his duty to the people as a Police Officer, and his duty to his father- and he knows the coming days will either balance or tip the scales in favor of one of these duties. He only hopes that whatever way the scales tip, they tip in the right direction.
Elsie Marsh was born in the Empire City in the later end of the twentieth century on a freezing afternoon in late November as the first and only child of Noah and Isabel Marsh. Her mother a former EMT now registered nurse and her father a former firefighter, Elsie was raised encircled by individuals from the emergency services in both her parents and family friends, immersing her formative years in a group of people with many singularly shared ethics and outlooks of morality.
Growing up and into her teenage years she demonstrated one defining characteristic above all others, not academic, as she scarcely demonstrated excellence in her schooling, but in her dedication and pursuit of the ethics she had been raised with. Among those in her social circles she had long since become known as someone that was willing to help, and this trait soon extended beyond those immediately in her life when, introduced through a school project, she began regularly volunteering with local food drives and charities. Elsie held the highest of virtues to be pursued in the idea of helping her community, and the people in it prosper and thrive, and set for herself a goal in seeking to achieve that end.
Her highschool graduation approached quickly, and it came time for her to select and pursue a path in life. Among her family her mother and father vied with each other to lead her down the same steps they had taken at her age, a conflict years long and scarcely with signs of a winner, however it was neither path she'd choose to pursue. Elsie wasn't blind to the criminality of the place of her birth, and had seen firsthand the descent into madness caused by the ever expanding drug epidemic and the ramifications such horrors had had on people's lives. Knowing that she herself was deeply fortunate to have not had her life thrown astray as it was, and with a desire to aid her community in a different way than what her mother and father had already accomplished, she enrolled into a program to achieve her associates in Criminal Justice and Law Enforcement and took her entrance exam.
Years later, with her degree in hand and all requirements satisfied, Elsie continued on in the process of becoming an officer. Passing the necessary exams, satisfying the requirements of the medical screening, and completing all tenants of the fitness test, she carried on into the Empire City Police Department as a Recruit Officer. In the present day she is a full blown officer of the department and pursuing placement in the ESU. Unshakeable and determined, she strives to the ethics of her upbringing in all she does, and despite the difficulties of her career, prays that she succeeds in embodying the words she swore to,
View attachment 28752 "It wasn't my first choice.. But God damn, it seems like it'll be my last.."
Butch "Tiny" Armstrong A gargantuan biker, with a large bike to match. A red-head with a long, ginger beard. Merciless, vengeful. A man who doesn't like to be fucked with.
Now stranded in Empire City, in the midst of an apocalypses.
Will he continue to fight only for his MC? Or, will he team with unlikely allies to survive these trying times?
Growing up in the early 20th century, Leung Hing Wan, better known as 'Tony no Toes', the youngest son of seven, broke from the Leungs' hard-working history. Surrounded by benevolent organizations, he found himself amongst one of them during the dying strokes of a brutal dispute between the HSA and CMA, which is where he landed his nickname. In a public shoot-out outside an HSA-affiliated laundromat, Hing Wan shot himself in the foot amidst the chaos. As one of the few to survive the altercation, he managed to limp his way out of the law's grasp, going on to continue his illegitimate ways until he finally had his big sleep. He died from tuberculosis, having outlived all his blood and sworn brothers. He fathered two out of his five sons, the others doomed to bastardome.
Howard Leung
梁芸韜
Excellence in mediocracy
Born somewhere within the mid to late 20th century, Howard held a lot of the shame of his father's sins, even hatred for him. Early on, he swore to go against the path which the man before him paved. He celebrated when the old man's lungs gave out, and rejoiced in the dying breath of the community's deplorable past. Unlike those who came before, his name holds little to no meaning, much like the people around him. Michael, David, John, James, Robert. They're nothing but a way to designate you from the masses. Howard went on to join the Empire City police department once he graduated and made a career out of it, becoming one of the boys in blue, nothing else.
Shaquille has been homeless for 25 years, most of his adult life.
At a young age, he became addicted to hard drugs, thus leading him to a life of pain and agony.
Despite this, Shaquille has remained alive and - unsurprisingly - addicted to Methamphetamine and Crack Cocaine.
Due to his addictions, he's developed severe Schizophrenia along with a variable cornucopia of other mental health issues.
In spite of his lifestyle, he somehow remains physically capable of the various robberies and stick-ups he enacts on the good people of Empire City.
A beatcop known around Empire City as one of the few that'll turn a blind eye to any shady business, as long as the coin is shiny enough. Strangely enough, his rep sheet implies the opposite; a prissy boy hailing from a prestigious college somewhere in the United Kingdom.
Why he moved to take some dead-end job as a pig? Nobody knows, maybe to chase the American dream, maybe for something entirely different. What is known is that he's one of the youngest sergeants Empire City has to offer, and he's hellbent on playing the game until he's the one who wins.
View attachment 28771 View attachment 28772 LEONIDAS "COPPER" AGRO HE IS THE FILTH OF THE STREETS!
THE HEART OF THE PARTY!
AND THE PAIN IN PEOPLE'S ASS WHO WANT TO SLEEP!
*.*
Leonidas is a 24 years old Italian-gipsy man whose family migrated into the U.S for a better life, which our Leonidas threw away in favor of a life of parties, drugs, and women.
After Leonidas blew all his money away on partying, and his family no longer supported him financially, he became homeless. Wandering the streets of the city, occasionally sneaking into clubs and parties, sometimes stealing wallets from drunk people, and running away from trouble or fighting it.....and getting beaten up in the process. This is life ooc:
steam name: molnar_
Discord: _molnar_ steamID: STEAM_0:0:181207574
Nazih Haitham is a DJ currently employed at the most illustrious nightclub in all of Empire City, The Journey. A short, portly man that emigrated from Lebanon in the early 90s, Nazih has built up a reputation as one of the most energetic and in-demand DJs in the entire city. Despite a rather unassuming appearance, he manages to draw in large crowds and keep them partying all night long!
When he's not performing, he's usually found at the bar of whatever establishment he's currently booked at, throwing away money on over-priced drinks and shots for everyone. Nazih lives an expensive, carefree lifestyle. Has he heard rumors about something going on in other parts of the city? Whispers of citizens going crazy and attacking each other in the streets, resorting to murder and cannibalism seemingly out of nowhere? Of course he has!
Does he care? Of course he doesn't! He's in Empire City to do one thing, and one thing only: keep the party GOING!
Steam Name: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:33130062
Discord Name & ID: MCG (mcg55555)
Burt 'Barfreak' Diskant The bartender at The Journey.
Not actually a very good bartender in his own right. Not a very creative individual, but he can certainly follow recipes online with a near-perfection. That, and he knows how to pour wine without being a dumbass about it. Makes people wonder why exactly he was hired over many others. Maybe there was something more to him?
Amelie Adelheid
***
"When you reach the bottom of the barrel, nobody else is there to see your failures but you."
A once loving mother of three, though left single by a deadbeat partner, thought her life's road paved with fine cobble rather than gravel. And much like gravel, her footing slipped out from under her when in merely the blink of an eye, her once-stable life got turned on its head. Her children whom she cherished began to grow distant, due to how much she had to work to support them. In the midst of her endless efforts to secure the future of her children, she let them drift from her. She was not there to guide them, she was not there to even love them as much as they deserved, and so they fell to the influence of those around them. They fell to degeneracy, taking on drinking and smoking on the prerogative of their friends, and though she she tried her best, they slipped out of her grip further and further.
To compound these failures, this would lead to the eventual death of her children, as they got older they got involved in gang activity which she knew about, but was powerless to stop as her children had now acquired the protection of gang they worked under, and seeing them as able bodies they could throw at their problems, they refused to allow her to steer them away from that path, and what she feared came to pass. In a brutal stand-off between opposing gangs, her kids were all killed. In the midst of the despair, she fell to the vices she had long since abandoned, coming to stare down the bottom of a wine glass every other evening, and soon enough the flap of a leather strap as her vices grew out of control.
She may have very well ended up the same as her children, but had managed to elude that fate when a relative of hers offered her to accompany them to Empire City, where it is said that opportunities waited. Oh, how poorly were they informed, but at that point, Amelie didn't much care about the fate she met. To see and do something new, to be able to distract herself from her vices for just long enough would fit for her. Squaring away necessary documents to secure her new residency, her family helping her move there, she arrived at new soils as a shell of her former self. Her body scarred by her usage of her coping mechanisms, though recovering as her mind occupied itself with surviving day to day. Scoping out some jobs to make ends meet, she located a nightclub that was looking for employees.
Though she had no intent to enter an arena where her vices may be tempted to return, she had the most experience in working at bars out of anywhere, and so her inevitable application and subsequent employment under the stipulation that she cleans herself up, was sent through. Through some obligatory therapy to recover from the aftershock of her harmful coping with tragedy, she secured herself in the city of opportunity. Or so she thought.
"All the doctors conclude he's batshit insane, but a genius.. He kidnapped some dudes dog, tried 'giving its life force' to his dog so it would live."
"Thats.. Kind of cute, but I can see where this guys head is at. Do we got a name?"
"Nope.. He doesn't even have an ID that we know of, for all we know this guy probably isn't from the country."
"Huh.. Well that makes this a who-"
"HANS WILLIAM THE THIRD! YOU RETARD!"
The cop would jolt back exclaiming "Woah!"
The sheriff would peer into the padded room "Well.. Looks like he can talk, and he sounds German."
"Okay, lets just-" The cop would jolt hearing a crash, and screaming. "What the fuck?"
"HEHEHAHAHAHAAA!"
"I'll check that out, stay here!"
The recording ends there, both cops were killed by the infected. Hans was nowhere to be seen.. We've got a runner.
Hans William the Third is a batshit crazy man, and a genius. No, he was not responsible for the outbreak, far from it. He holds no allegiance to gang, country, family, or friend. As far as he cares, you are merely a worthy participant in his mission for 'Immortality' for him and his dog, its location unknown. He arrived to this city around 8 days after his escape, was it because god told him to? Did he see purpose in the city? No, he just happened to stumble upon this city with out specification on where he wanted to go.
Hans William the Thirds reputation is far from good, kidnappings, murders, robbery, and many more awful crimes.
What are his goals? No one knows, other then his path for Immortality, which ultimately remains unclear on why he wants it for him and his dog. One of his famous quotes ever recorded, was this.
"WHAT FUN IS IT WITHOUT A LITTLE BIT OF LEPROSY!? I GOT SYNRINGES JUST FOR THE OCCASSION!"
Amelie Adelheid
***
"When you reach the bottom of the barrel, nobody else is there to see your failures but you."
A once loving mother of three, though left single by a deadbeat partner, thought her life's road paved with fine cobble rather than gravel. And much like gravel, her footing slipped out from under her when in merely the blink of an eye, her once-stable life got turned on its head. Her children whom she cherished began to grow distant, due to how much she had to work to support them. In the midst of her endless efforts to secure the future of her children, she let them drift from her. She was not there to guide them, she was not there to even love them as much as they deserved, and so they fell to the influence of those around them. They fell to degeneracy, taking on drinking and smoking on the prerogative of their friends, and though she she tried her best, they slipped out of her grip further and further.
To compound these failures, this would lead to the eventual death of her children, as they got older they got involved in gang activity which she knew about, but was powerless to stop as her children had now acquired the protection of gang they worked under, and seeing them as able bodies they could throw at their problems, they refused to allow her to steer them away from that path, and what she feared came to pass. In a brutal stand-off between opposing gangs, her kids were all killed. In the midst of the despair, she fell to the vices she had long since abandoned, coming to stare down the bottom of a wine glass every other evening, and soon enough the flap of a leather strap as her vices grew out of control.
She may have very well ended up the same as her children, but had managed to elude that fate when a relative of hers offered her to accompany them to Empire City, where it is said that opportunities waited. Oh, how poorly were they informed, but at that point, Amelie didn't much care about the fate she met. To see and do something new, to be able to distract herself from her vices for just long enough would fit for her. Squaring away necessary documents to secure her new residency, her family helping her move there, she arrived at new soils as a shell of her former self. Her body scarred by her usage of her coping mechanisms, though recovering as her mind occupied itself with surviving day to day. Scoping out some jobs to make ends meet, she located a nightclub that was looking for employees.
Though she had no intent to enter an arena where her vices may be tempted to return, she had the most experience in working at bars out of anywhere, and so her inevitable application and subsequent employment under the stipulation that she cleans herself up, was sent through. Through some obligatory therapy to recover from the aftershock of her harmful coping with tragedy, she secured herself in the city of opportunity. Or so she thought.
"All the doctors conclude he's batshit insane, but a genius.. He kidnapped some dudes dog, tried 'giving its life force' to his dog so it would live."
"Thats.. Kind of cute, but I can see where this guys head is at. Do we got a name?"
"Nope.. He doesn't even have an ID that we know of, for all we know this guy probably isn't from the country."
"Huh.. Well that makes this a who-"
"HANS WILLIAM THE THIRD! YOU RETARD!"
The cop would jolt back exclaiming "Woah!"
The sheriff would peer into the padded room "Well.. Looks like he can talk, and he sounds German."
"Okay, lets just-" The cop would jolt hearing a crash, and screaming. "What the fuck?"
"HEHEHAHAHAHAAA!"
"I'll check that out, stay here!"
The recording ends there, both cops were killed by the infected. Hans was nowhere to be seen.. We've got a runner.
Hans William the Third is a batshit crazy man, and a genius. No, he was not responsible for the outbreak, far from it. He holds no allegiance to gang, country, family, or friend. As far as he cares, you are merely a worthy participant in his mission for 'Immortality' for him and his dog, its location unknown. He arrived to this city around 8 days after his escape, was it because god told him to? Did he see purpose in the city? No, he just happened to stumble upon this city with out specification on where he wanted to go.
Hans William the Thirds reputation is far from good, kidnappings, murders, robbery, and many more awful crimes.
What are his goals? No one knows, other then his path for Immortality, which ultimately remains unclear on why he wants it for him and his dog. One of his famous quotes ever recorded, was this.
"WHAT FUN IS IT WITHOUT A LITTLE BIT OF LEPROSY!? I GOT SYNRINGES JUST FOR THE OCCASSION!"
Steam Name: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:33130062
Discord Name & ID: MCG (mcg55555)
Burt 'Barfreak' Diskant The bartender at The Journey.
Not actually a very good bartender in his own right. Not a very creative individual, but he can certainly follow recipes online with a near-perfection. That, and he knows how to pour wine without being a dumbass about it. Makes people wonder why exactly he was hired over many others. Maybe there was something more to him?
AMERIGO BERLUSCONI JR. “IL LUPO PERDE IL PELO MA NON IL VIZIO” (**) (I was gonna give this application only one star but I put way too much effort into it for just a small role)
Amerigo Berlusconi Jr. is an Italian businessman visiting Empire City all the way from Catania, Sicilia - searching for a party unlike any other. He is the only son of Amerigo Berlusconi Sr., and is also the heir to his restaurant within Catania - Cucina d'atmosfera.
Within most publications detailing Amerigo’s background, he was born in 1979 and was entirely raised by his father - a majority of accounts claim that his mother was absent throughout his childhood. Despite this lack of a mother figure, Amerigo had what most would describe as a good childhood - that was, until he turned sixteen.
It was around this time that one of Amerigo’s friends - who has not been named - managed to get their hands on a small bag of snow. A week or two later, this friend had decided to bring this bag to a party of seven people - one of the people that were going to attend happened to be Amerigo. Soon after it had begun, the friend presented the bag to the rest of the partygoers, daring everyone to use the contents within.
Each of the partygoers took turns with the bag, and inevitably - it was Amerigo’s turn. This one decision would affect his entire life going forward, and not for the better. Amerigo quickly became addicted to the substance, he began to follow his friend wherever they went - just for another hit. He kept trying to convince himself that “this would be the last one”, but it never was.
It began to eat away at his personal life - his ability to focus on what he was reading or hearing was strained, his judgement was clouded which led to bad decision after bad decision, his personality grew more vicious and short tempered. Despite all of this, his father - Amerigo Berlusconi Sr. - still saw hope within his beloved son.
He tried convincing his son into going to rehab, avoiding this so called “friend” of his - anything that would make him be the man he once was. Amerigo convinced his father that he had begun to do these things, yet nothing truly changed. He was still damaged goods, a wolf that had lost its fur - yet kept its vices.
Amerigo Berlusconi Sr. would pass away in his sleep on April 3rd, 1998 due to natural causes. Two years after his attempts to help his son. The estate began to transfer most of Amerigo Sr.’s belongings to Amerigo Jr. - including the keys to the family restaurant, Cucina d'atmosfera.
Soon after Amerigo Sr. passed away, Amerigo Jr.’s contact would be arrested for narcotics possession with intent to sell. In his mind - he had been left behind, he had nothing to fill the void without driving everything he had gotten from his father‘s will into a pit. So he begun to work on Cucina d'atmosfera - heavily altering it to a point where it was no longer the small, Catania restaurant everyone knew and loved.
The original charm and vision of his father was gone - and in its place was a fancy, high-class eatery like any other. Amerigo earned a lot from this new upgrade, enough to allow him to build more and more restaurants like the modern Cucina d'atmosfera. To which he did, rising two more restaurants from the ground up.
A few years after this process was complete, in 2007 - Amerigo had finally finished planning out something, a vacation of sorts. He had lost most of the party within him, yet there was still something there - one final bang before he diverted all of his attention onto the restaurants he had created.
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