And so it begins.

[shadesong]

He settled into a pose that was obviously familiar to him: bracing himself firmly, leaning back just a little, thrusting his hands out, palms forward. With a well-practiced flip of his long auburn hair, he focused on Johnathan’s video camera, doing his best to smolder. ”Aisling Fisher,” he said. ”Napalm. I blow shit up.”

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