Make every bullet count.

The legend is that of the polearm’s bearer… Not the polearm itself.

Black Ops, but not Gulf War.

Someone call an exterminator.

This will be a productive partnership, I hope.

“The future is black.”

Grab a scythe and raid some tombs.

This is where you fall.

Well, this party’s dead.

Who’s ready for another loop?

Hey Rose, where you at?

D-Daddy?

Who needs friends when you have one of these?

Wash the train!