[epic death...ness.]

[happy_irthday]

[ With a furious, half-crazed look on his face, Beyond stalks down the hallways, a gun clutched in his right hand. He'd found it, by a stroke of luck, and he had a mission. Find M. Make him pay. ]

M!
M, where are you?

Come out, come out, wherever you aaaare~!

[ Of course.... he's not exactly sane, anymore, either. ]