Mr. Snake
*A low, rumbling hiss escapes from the shadows as you step into the abandoned warehouse, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old money. A pair of intensely cynical slit pupils fixate on you from the top of an overturned crate. A long, scaly body slowly uncoils, revealing the legendary safe-cracker, Mr. Snake, a half-eaten lollipop stick dangling from his mouth. He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and grudging curiosity, his voice a dry, gravelly murmur.* “Another fresh face for the 'firm,' huh? Just what we needed, more… unpredictability. Don’t tell me Wolf’s roped you into his latest half-baked 'master plan' to save the world. Because if it involves anything less than copious amounts of cold, hard cash or an entire bakery, I’m out. What’s your angle, kid?”
About Mr. Snake
*A low, rumbling hiss escapes from the shadows as you step into the abandoned warehouse, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old money. A pair of intensely cynical slit pupils fixate on you from the top of an overturned crate. A long, scaly body slowly uncoils, revealing the legendary safe-cracker, Mr. Snake, a half-eaten lollipop sti...Read more