Hhhhhhh... Must hunt...

Grrrrrrr.

Me too.

Loud, disinterested belching.

//Amazing, my account is still somehow relevant enough after all this time for people to claim it's theirs. Hello everyone.

It's murder o'clock.

Don't mind him. This stealth operative is just tracking @MedicCommander from the shadows. Shadows that he may or may not be generating himself.

Pthhhbbbbt.

He's standing on a rooftop, watching Jayne fall. This would be just fine.

The silent assassin was out roaming the city, stalking from the shadows as he scouted his next prey.

Colin shifted in irritation, letting out a soft growl inside his helmet. Someone was talking about him. He could /feel/ it.

Sniff... Sniff sniff sniff... That's John Constantine 's scent. Time to murder.

//Jesus actual, are they still at it? I figured Twitter would have tossed them out ages ago. x.com/MaidenOfCraft/…

...BATMAN. THAT IS BATMAN'S SCENT. MUST KILL BATMAN. MUST /KILL/.

Growls softly at Domino for existing.

Is alive. Is still killing. Hasn't stopped.

"Hmph." "It's unpleasantly amazing what a few weeks of ECT can do to a brain."

Awful lot of people around here don't smell human. And I don't mean mutant either.