<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Angelo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i44.tinypic.com/egtrm9.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dean</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Angelo & Dean<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Renaissance Hotel<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone, open.<br/><hr/><br/>A voice blared out over the PA system, reaching every inch of the Renaissance Hotel. "All members of the Six Rings Water Park planning committee, please come to the 2nd floor conference room." Six Rings Water Park was a code name for The Circle, used when saying their organization's name was too dangerous. Angelo himself was already in the room, with his father, Dean, standing next to a small projector. Once the few members wandering the halls found their way to the room, Angelo began. "I'd like to thank you all for coming on such short notice. I'm afraid I wasn't able to put too many details in the message I sent out, too much chance of being intercepted. If everyone will take a seat, I can explain."<br/><br/>Dean started up the projector, revealing an image of a woman with several claw marks on her back, and most of her back having turned purple. "At approximately 2100 hours last night, a woman was attacked by an unknown creature." Dean started. Angelo glanced at him, giving a look of 'what the hell, man?' but Dean kept going. "She managed to escape and call 911, and by 2140, the police were able to respond, along with paramedics. I was called half an hour later by Chief Diaz, at which point, me and Angelo got involved."<br/><br/>Angelo nodded. "Upon a brief inspection of the woman's wounds, we recognized that this was something more then a lab experiment gone awry. We traveled to the scene of the attack, and, well..." Dean clicked a button on a remote, changing the image to a new scene, one that looked like a cross between a nuclear wasteland and a forest fire. "What you are looking at is a few miles northwest of Wallace Fairs State Park. And what you are looking at is the outskirts of a Shadowland."<br/><br/>That word was very huge. Shadowlands were nightmares-places where all life was gone, devoured by an unseen force, and the damn thing spread like a cancer on the world. Angelo sighed and continued. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the danger of such a thing. Which is why I sent out that message. Luckily, we've got a head start on this, and on anyone that might want to...exacerbate the problem. I stayed up last night checking Circle archives for any trace of information, but no dice-I'm sadly not liked enough to get the really juicy stuff." He shook his head. "Still found a little, including a brief description on some of the monstrosities that thing will produce. But I get the feeling I'm going a little too fast-I open the floor for questions and comments." He said, grabbing his mug of coffee and taking a sip.