I'm pretty sure I was dealing with either vampires or cannibals before I got here, so it's all about the same amount of fucked up.

[...He's not entirely sure, he was too busy BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE to really pay attention.

In any event, he plucks at shirt and jacket a bit helplessly and pulls a face; he hasn't been covered in this much blood in...a while. And even then, it wasn't his. He should probably do something about it, but...eh.]

And somehow I doubt there's a whole lot left for me there anyway, considering, so. What the hell.

Still fucking bullshit though.