!em3oEn8LAg 05/12/10(Wed)21:12 No.9781533|
"I ended up in Kansas, if you can believe that," you say. "How's that arm? that looked pretty nasty..."
"Shit, I can believe anything at this point, you don't have to listen to the government troops radio'ing for help while they get carved apart by this shit."
"The arm's, uh...well, it's gone. You could say i've lost a bit of my roguish figure."
"Miami might be somewhere you want to stay away from, at least for the time being. All I know is, whatever the fuck is rampaging out there dressed up in a little girl's skin, the gov't can't stop it, and Arkham doesn't seem like they know what's going on anymore, they're running around the country with their heads cut off trying to round up the rest of us."
"The man who's going to know, if anyone is, is the man that pumped you full of burning blood, and then man that offered me a job, or my life, in some mirrored room somewhere. Theodore Arkham. Man who put the whole damn thing together. Money out of nowhere and a burning desire to keep the American people safe from, shit, you and me and whole mess else. He's a god damn ghost, and for all I know, that could be literally true."