>>18297292Adjudicator Samara skips joyfully down the halls of WWA Headquarters, she has taken to sporting a headband with devil horns on it as she quite enjoyed the way a recent group of thugs of a certain, hispanic persuasion, referred to her as "Demonio! Demonio!". Her frolicking is stopped with a hearty squelch as she finds herself stepping in something. Something green...and sticky...Samara leans down to inspect
>Hmm?>What is this stuff?After a moment of intense staring, she dips her index finger into the green stuff and places the finger in her mouth, a second passes and she takes her finger out with a *pop* before a smile crawls from one side of her mouth to the next
>hororororororo>The game is afoot... 