-Cusorea, Scakazie-
The club Razzie Frazzy was a Ventus-owned club in the club district of Scakazie, distinct from all other clubs in the area in that it was a comedy club; something apparently very popular in Ventus society. The comedians were an experienced Ventus team who took local Croiz comedians from time to time to join them in their act, and today was to be the day that a Croiz would finally become a permanent part of their team.
On stage, stood a Nyzian Croiz dressed in a Ventus business suit. It looked completely ridiculous on him, but that too was part of his appeal.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." The Croiz spoke, in a very well polished English accent, "Today, I have come here to make you laugh; and make you idiots laugh I shall."
There were a few scattered claps and laughs, mostly in anticipation; the Nyzian had a reputation for making strange and hostile jokes, it had been this way ever since he had arrived from Atar all those weeks ago and joined a comedy club of all th-
"I would like to start by affirming that you are all incorrigible gently-carresswits," The Nyzian spoke, his expression completely level, "and that each and every single one of you can go cattle-prod your eyes out and castrate yourselves with plastic knives"
At that, the entire room fell into silence. There were a few scattered laughs after a few moments, but the Nyzian actually began spitting on those who laughed; shocking them into silencing them as well. "What's wrong, gently-carressing laugh you excrementbugs." He spoke, his expression contorting with malice as every spoken letter dripped with venom, "I laughed while my parents got turned into monsters, while my cousins tried to kill me to steal my guns, while my world burned and my soul was crushed under the unbearable weight of inhuman beasts that consume your hearts. Why can't you?!"
Some of the Ventus comedians, realising that something was very wrong with the Croiz as he began spasming and convulsing, came up to the stage to try and calm him down. The Nyzian responded by punching, kicking, and even biting anybody that came close to him; screaming profanities as he escaped from the club and ran out to the streets.
He made it five paces out of the door before he collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
The bystanders in the district, however, had barely noticed the crazed Nyzian; for they too had been dealing with dozens of hostile and rabid Croiz, who had destroyed multiple glass windows and beaten down numerous bystanders before passing out as well. The air of Scakazie was filled with the sound of emergency vehicles, as ambulances and police vehicles sped around the city to try and both treat the sudden wave of madness which had engulfed the city and prevent riots.
In but a single instant, the bustling city of Scakazie had come to a halt as mass panic began working its way through the city. Hospitals all around the city were filling with patients, both the crazed attackers and the victims of their assaults, and the chaos was increasing by the minute.