Booze drinkin, Cigar smoking war junkie with a heart of heavy metal >D ROOSK love the lordi!
.\../-_-\../. A puff of smoke billows fourth from a looming figure draped in the shadows of a windowsill, flicking the embers off his smoldering cigar as he tightens his grasp around the titan in his hands. The tip of the mg42 protruding from the wreckage of what used to be a french house in the countryside, now turned fortress in times of war. The adjacent doorway portrays a supple sight, his first catch of the day! Like the flickering flame of a candle the decadent figure darts back and fourth, then charges the street screaming as he fires voraciously into the windows of the fortress. Slowly the cigared man works a twisted smile across his withering face as he clenches his teeth around the cigar, finger gently squeezing the trigger of his devastating war machine. The end of the barrel murmurs to life in a deathning chorus as streams of molten metal pour fourth to it's target, sundering his body lifeless as he stammers to the ground in a few short steps. Spitting the stogey from his lips, the cigar'd man slowly scratches another tally to the wall softly whispering "another one bites the dust" in english translation as he bobs his head up and down.

"You cant kill what you dont see, doesnt it bring you glea to feel ever so free in front of my mg?"

"Mess with my baby worm and you open up a whole new can of whoopa$$, payday babeh!"