[It all looks the same, grainy sheets of metal sleeked over with that sickening shade of Hyperion yellow. He hates it. He wants to rip it apart with his teeth, tear it, gnaw at it until he bleeds and paints it red again.
So when the Demon starts slicking the place with alcohol, the hot burn of the stuff thick in Krieg's nostrils, he looks up excitedly. He's tired. He's so very...tired, and it would be so easy to take this place down in a blaze of glory and self-immolation.
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So when the Demon starts slicking the place with alcohol, the hot burn of the stuff thick in Krieg's nostrils, he looks up excitedly. He's tired. He's so very...tired, and it would be so easy to take this place down in a blaze of glory and self-immolation.
He spreads his arms wide.]
Me next.