<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8khRZE9xgXrWRM7bTx_UVXTalHQoQBTgApiLry6jSt31M9FB1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Soloman Grundy<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Worst Nightmare...<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0408 March 23, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arkham Asylum<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arkhman Team<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Open:</strong>Arkham Good and Bad Guys<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>As the security gate opened, there was a dark aura, a sensation that washed through that of the asylum, a primal yet negative energy that had been contained to a point of boiling over.  A place like Arkham was like a feast for this energy, feeding off the inmates, like a battery with a never ending charge.  The effing energizer bunny from hell.  So concentrated and palatable was this necromatic current that it had a physical effect upon the environment around it.  A coldness like an front from the arctic itself hit everyone in the room, enough to perhaps raise hairs ad goose bumps alike, with a rolling wave of mist that flowed into the room as if some giant broom had made it so.  The mist did not last long, dissipating into the heated air like a ghost, but it raised the humidity of the room, and added into the air an fetid stench, like the scent of an open grave, increasing the amount of ominous tension in the room so thick one could gag upon it.<br/><br/>The then ground shook.  Again and again, a measured, unhurried heartbeat, ad if the all that dark energy and negativity of Arkham was given physical form and this was the black essence pumping through the steel and concrete of its muscles and bone.  Another, then another, and as if the dark sentience that was lingering about the air had called it forth, the shadows of the room parted like a curtain, and a hulking form near twelve feet tall, seven feet wide at its shoulder, and an evil, eldritch l;ight gleaming in its eyes.  Inside those pale depths there was no reason, no intelligence, no compassion or empathy.  No, there was only rage and the need to destroy, the will of Arkham and all of the evil it contained given leave to unleash its hellish wrath.<br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Solomon Grundy,<br/>Born on a Monday,<br/>Christened on Tuesday...</span></em></strong><br/><br/>