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[ You can see the Sun slowly rising over the trees, a peaceful camera-pan to sleeping Spike... That is, until, his arm starts smoking and slowly ignites. A large flame is climbing up his forearm as he slumbers on.
His eyes snap open and his manly screams deafen you as he yanks his arm out of the light and runs into the shadows to turn on a convenient faucet nearby. There's a half-empty bottle of Jack that he quickly picks up and pours into the wound before running to take cover in his nearby car. It's littered with all sorts of garbage: fast food wrappers and clothes piled over trinkets.
The windows are tinted and Spike sighs, safe at last, to drink on as the Sun comes into its fullest. ]
Should've let myself turn to dust. What am I? I'm nothing. We're all nothing. [ takes a long drink, but he looks even sadder than yesterday. exhausted now too. ]
At least I got myself a witch.
His eyes snap open and his manly screams deafen you as he yanks his arm out of the light and runs into the shadows to turn on a convenient faucet nearby. There's a half-empty bottle of Jack that he quickly picks up and pours into the wound before running to take cover in his nearby car. It's littered with all sorts of garbage: fast food wrappers and clothes piled over trinkets.
The windows are tinted and Spike sighs, safe at last, to drink on as the Sun comes into its fullest. ]
Should've let myself turn to dust. What am I? I'm nothing. We're all nothing. [ takes a long drink, but he looks even sadder than yesterday. exhausted now too. ]
At least I got myself a witch.