Dusting off

*dusts off the kneecaps and sharpens her blades*

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it. Death seems to have taken my sense of timing as well as pulse, skin color and...well, most of the pleasant and rather organic things I used to enjoy. Time to go out and experience the visceral pleasure of gutting something.
*wince*
That was unintentional... I swear.