Blitzy
Chips Ahoy
Ryan Fleischer, affectionately known as "Mask" to his victims and colleagues alike due to the mask upon his face, strolled through the streets with his rifle slung across his back. Chuckling maniacally, he thought aloud as he licked the blood left from his most recent murder off of his long halberd. "What shall I kill today? Perhaps an X'Ravirr," he smirked, "or perhaps even the other, no-good PAT members wishing they were as great as the glorious Mask--" A stray dog interrupted his self-praising, as it walked over to him. The hair was scraggly and the poor thing was bleeding. "Oh, you small animal, you shall be put down immediately. This will only hurt a lot, my canine friend," Ryan quickly swung his blade up, and brought it down quickly onto its neck. With the dog's life so quickly over, he continued on his merry way, planning to burn and destroy all in his way. The young psychopath gave not a thought to the cruel act preformed mere seconds ago, whistling a joyous tune as he skipped along happily.