<div class="floatleft">(http://wac.9ebf.edgecastcdn.net/809EBF/ec-origin.chicago.barstoolsports.com/files/2013/08/redhead-360-b860fc9c-sz500x750-animate.jpg)</div><strong>Names</strong>: Queen Medusa - Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon<br/><strong>Race</strong>: In-human<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Las Vegas/Caesars Palace/The Colosseum<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 6:00 pm.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: The Hulk, Mr Fantastic, Jean Grey, Namor, Red She-Hulk<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><br/><br/><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>What is the point of going on.   Her love is gone,   the world is in chaos.    These thoughts have flashed many times since being captured.   Yet she has persevered in face of the odds and grief that fills her.     More then she has a responsibility to those that are under her as their queen.    The world may have gone hey wire in the midst of being turned upside down.<br/><br/>When she was taken she had been caught completely off guard.   She should have known better.   But the loss had affected her.    She hadn't even bother putting on her outfit.   Remaining in jean shorts and a top.   So many hulks now running around   It is unfathomable.    What hope does she have or any of the others against so many.     The others,   Mr Fantastic,  the Sub-Mariner and Jean-Grey.   There are others,   she has heard are also captured.    But she has not seen them.<br/><br/>She and those mentioned are brought out, and tossed before the red she-hulk.   Who  sits on what appears to be a throne.   Sprawling on the floor from the force of being tossed out.    Medusa would finally bring herself to a halt   Look around as she rises up.  Wondering what is going to happen next.   What did they want.<br/><br/>It truly mattered not what they wanted.   Respect is earned,   fear,  well for her people.    Who would lead them,  who would now guide her people.   She had never truly wanted it.  But now it is her responsibility.   Slowly she would brace herself,  rising up to stand before the would be queen.   She would give scant attention to her fellow prisoners.   Whether they stand or never had fallen to those on on the ground from being roughly tossed out is sure to be a mockery and farce