Here at the dusty finish line I stand, barely breathing and out of options. Possessed with rage and a violent streak so bloody that I disregard the imminent danger and go straight for the heart of those that took everything. An actor with a cold grin and a loaded gun, a new set of rules and the willingness to let go, ready to jump head first into the Ocean Misery, into the flames of my oblivion. Lucifer is there waiting. Let's see if he remembers my name.
