It is time for the Prodigal Sons to return.

Bröthers,


As the new year dawns upon us, the end of Flash is near. An age of darkness draws ever closer, an impending doom you are all sure to have felt as this era comes to an end. But, as a great man once said, “The best thing about visiting the President is the food! Now, since it was all free, and I wasn’t hungry but thirsty, I must’ve drank me fifteen Dr. Peppers.”

So this is what I ask of you:
Join me, once again, for yet another raid of the World. OURWorld. We will conquer the Pier, Electric Avenue, or even some house parties, all under one name. One banner, for possibly the last time ever...


THE NEGRO ALIEN POSSE



*The N.A.P is not responsible for any injuries or death