[ Loser was kind of one of those weird cultural phenomenons that the authorities didn't quite know what to do with, but his appearances always went about the same way:
A calling card would appear, somewhere public and conspicuous (the lucky person who found it would inevitably make millions auctioning it online).
The target, while not always announced beforehand, would usually be a piece of work that had already been in the media lately, because of an exhibit or being recently recovered.
On the day of the heist, the crowd would already start to gather. People in Loser merch and cosplay (yes, really), would press in around the property, and the authorities would have their hands full just keeping them back.
Once night has fallen, it's only a matter of time before the communications in the area would totally black out, and there would be Loser, image projected before the crowd, where he announces his heist with a flourish. Usually followed by fireworks and the appearance of the man himself in some ridiculous way or other.
Shenanigans naturally ensue.
Loser's calling card had appeared only a couple of days prior, which set everyone's eyes on the recently-discovered painting of a deceased artist ( some bizarre abstract thig called The Falling Dance) that was to be inducted to the art museum in the capitol. There was talk of postponing the ceremony, but the curator had insisted he wasn't worried about a thief who had never actually managed to steal anything.
But privately, he know that being Loser's first victim would pretty much ruin him, so he had shelled out a pretty handsome sum for extra security.
The party for the induction of the painting was winding down, and the crowd outside was begging to grow restless when, at long last, the comm systems hiccuped and restarted, and Loser's voice boomed: ] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, I have come for The Falling Dance!
mask buddies!! (setting is up to you. we can be on earth or Generic Planet B.)
A calling card would appear, somewhere public and conspicuous (the lucky person who found it would inevitably make millions auctioning it online).
The target, while not always announced beforehand, would usually be a piece of work that had already been in the media lately, because of an exhibit or being recently recovered.
On the day of the heist, the crowd would already start to gather. People in Loser merch and cosplay (yes, really), would press in around the property, and the authorities would have their hands full just keeping them back.
Once night has fallen, it's only a matter of time before the communications in the area would totally black out, and there would be Loser, image projected before the crowd, where he announces his heist with a flourish. Usually followed by fireworks and the appearance of the man himself in some ridiculous way or other.
Shenanigans naturally ensue.
Loser's calling card had appeared only a couple of days prior, which set everyone's eyes on the recently-discovered painting of a deceased artist ( some bizarre abstract thig called The Falling Dance) that was to be inducted to the art museum in the capitol. There was talk of postponing the ceremony, but the curator had insisted he wasn't worried about a thief who had never actually managed to steal anything.
But privately, he know that being Loser's first victim would pretty much ruin him, so he had shelled out a pretty handsome sum for extra security.
The party for the induction of the painting was winding down, and the crowd outside was begging to grow restless when, at long last, the comm systems hiccuped and restarted, and Loser's voice boomed: ] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, I have come for The Falling Dance!