You know what? Fuck you, City. I liked that glove.
[ooc: what, you were expecting some badass lawl-a-demon-ripped-me-to-shreds kind of wound? nah, the only thing dante's sporting is a slash to the palm of his right hand (through the leather, no less), that dear old vergil gave him when he fell into hell.]
Holy shit, I think I finally found my alcohol limit. I've been pretty fucked up before but. Huh. Never hallucinated a talking wolf before. How 'bout that?