[The walking unsteadily up a sand dune, looking if anything worse than usual. There's a nasty looking gash on his neck, roughly stitched up, the front of his shirt covered in far too much dried blood for anyone to have survived losing. His makeup is partially wiped clean, and he's giggling lightheadedly to himself]

Well. Well well well that went... ( Read more... )

Well well well, this simply won't do~

[There's a tapping heard on the mic, followed by a light giggle.]

Oh, don't tell me you got tired of me now, after all we've been through together! I kinda like Arkham better, buuuut I guess a change of pace was in order anyway.