[Merely a quick cut to the vampire assembling his rather neglected .454 Casull, whilst perched upon Marshall's roof-edge. The fragrance of that 'vampire plant' was noxious in the air, spurning him to wrinkle his nose. Taking a glance at the camera, his teeth spread in a grin all aglitter as he smooths the silvery iron against his brow.]Shall I ( Read more... )