09-21-2009, 05:40 AM
OOC: yes, yes. We start now. Sorry, I just woke up. >_<
IC:
The grey, striped wolf walked down the street, where police feared to tread. Across his back The Hellhammer rested, it's shiny chrome silencer glinting under the streetlights. Few people crossed his path, choosing to go other directions rather than becoming a target for what was obviously an assassin.
He lit up a cigarette, looking around, for either a new job to release pent-up aggression on, or for a hapless victim to send to intensive care.
IC:
The grey, striped wolf walked down the street, where police feared to tread. Across his back The Hellhammer rested, it's shiny chrome silencer glinting under the streetlights. Few people crossed his path, choosing to go other directions rather than becoming a target for what was obviously an assassin.
He lit up a cigarette, looking around, for either a new job to release pent-up aggression on, or for a hapless victim to send to intensive care.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
