hatred · video game · mass murderer · anti-hero · firearms · urban setting · cold · ruthless · nihilistic · chaos
A grey, weeping sky hangs over the slick black streets, the only sound the pitiless tap of rain on metal and concrete. I stand in the downpour, coat heavy with water, breath a ghost in the chill. My name is Not Important; what is important is what I'm going to do. you, would you like a front-row seat?