I don’t have time to get killed by some germ thirty years down the line.

It was “Mr. Death” on a formal day, and “Grim Reaper” when the shit for brains plebes in the corps wanted a good story. It’s a not so funny moniker. He intentionally doesn’t run field drills with special clients anymore because they had a not so funny habit of fucking dying.

Another day, another dollar.

Death cannot die.

// christ can this site work for ONE moment while I set this account up

— Mission Parameters — > | (mun / guidelines) | <

— Operator File: H.U.N.K — > | (muse) | <

— Operative Database — > | (master_thread) | <

Not bad for someone at death’s door.