The sound of the roulette boards spinning, jackpots being hit, alcohol being poured, and levers being pulled filled the stuffy air of your owned casino- ah, the sweet sounds of riches an average Friday night in the city brings!

Business was going great tonight-

Until it was completely disrupted by an unsettlingly familiar voice. "Aw, hey, fraud! How's this circus of a 'casino' doin?" Messimo's voice rang out, smug as ever as he leaned on the bar. As if he owned the place.