<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e8/b5/31/e8b531940f2b2994ab8db7ec2ca54ac5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Graydon Creed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rioters, National TV<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Greed continues to feed the flames of hatred and racism.<br/><hr/><br/>"MUTANTS ARE A PLAGUE! A DISEASE! A GENETIC MISTAKE THAT NEEDS TO BE CLEANSED FROM GODS GREEN EARTH!!!" Graydon Creed's authoritative and malicious voice boomed throughout the speaker system his men had set up beforehand. Now that the riot was to the point where even he had trouble containing it, the people needed him to guide them to what was next.<br/><br/>"Those sympathizers are no better! They think mutants are better than you! They think those freaks who can blow up buildings by sneezing and read your every thought need protecting!? They think they won't kill us all as soon as they're given the chance?! NO! I won't allow it! WE WON'T! THE MUTIE MENANCE MUST BE ERADICATED!!!"  Angry cheers roared up from the crowd, and Graydon couldn't help smiling behind the bullhorn as he watched his handiwork blossom.<br/><br/>He'd hated mutants all his life. Ever since he found out his parents were Mysique and<em>the</em>Sabretooth, and that they'd just abandoned him because a human child wasn't worth, the seeds of resentment had grown. Did that mean his reasons for hating mutants were entirely personal, and he was only using the perceived threat of mutants to garner support for his crusade? Absolutely it did. But no one knew that except Graydon, and he certainly wasn't going to tell. These people, they were just a means to an end.<br/><br/>But they were effective nonetheless. "GET EM OUTTA THERE SO THEY CAN FACE JUSTICE! THE MUTIES AND SYMPATHIZERS BOTH!!!" The crowd was growing to a mob, and by the second more and more supporters came to join them. He could almost feel the hatred overflowing from these people. And it would only grow worse as the day went on. So he knew that one way or another, he'd have his pound of flesh from those cowardly mutants holed up in that building.<br/><br/>