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[Billy, being bored on a Saturday night, decided to go patrolling. Now it's near midnight sometime and he's wandering around the back-alleys of the city. He's just about convinced that there's nothing out tonight when he smells something.
It's faint, and metallic and pungent at the same time. He walks deeper into the shadows, until he feels something wet and slick under his boot. He sends out a little energy into his hands and holds up a ball of light.]
[The journal picks up quiet footsteps, and then a squelching sound followed by a sharp intake of breath.]
Holy --
[And then a little retching, for good measure.]
[ooc: Our intripid hero has run into one of Tyki Mikk's victims. Feel free to either come across him in town, superhero types, or respond over the journal.]