The Hallway Ballers

Out of the mist in a heavy fog through the deep blue untamed waters of Mosslanding; a voice, not to be uttered broke its silence…a sound that can send cold chills of an internal breeze to facilitate fear in any man. Baller’sssssss… I have summoned you to drink 40’s of Old’ E, Ravage, plunder and pillage any bar and wreak havoc on all microphones from which you come upon. In doing this, the voice said; I will have mercy on your souls for the time being, but do not be mistaken neglecting from what I have summoned you to do will result in your damnation in eternity to my services… The Baller’s more then willing to fulfill the bond, set off to the wild lands of central California, the jewels of all jewels, to settle the score for there freedom…