“Neither hope nor joy are my pilots — restless despair and fierce desire of change lead me on. I long to grapple with danger, to be excited by fear, to have some task, however slight or voluntary, for each day’s fulfillment.”
- Mary Shelly, "The Last Man"
So, if I did agree to shoot you, what - and I really mean "what" - would keep me from beating the fuck out of you?
You are a formidable opponent, but right now, I know I could take you.
It's been a long night...
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