[Sorrow is crouching in an alleyway, stalking a pigeon and clutching his piston in one hand and a knife in the other. Carefully, he slinks closer, for some reason moving into  a full army crawl, just a little closer...

Stab!

He shanks the pigeon right through the neck, and it dissolves away into the air...leaving a little tin of pigeon meat. As he ( Read more... )