.: Lars Ulrich London and Leon Nemstern :.
((my iPod is annoying me... It's eating up some letters and adding some others T-T))
Lars nodded a thanks as she helped him up and shook his head "well... Actually it's not a bad idea but I need a bath more then blood at the moment..." he mumbled a little annoyed with himself, perhaps it was time to re-think his heroic attitudes... First with the octopus monster that basically swallowed him then now with this shooter on some polar circle... He sighed, perhaps he was safe when he was turned into a ghost on the past Halloween..
"My happiness starts at their death."






