Typically those rare achievements are met with Rayne and his goons cornering me in the locker room or the hallway to seek revenge. But now he walks beside me like an equal. Like a friend.
The guitarist scowls at the crowd and sticks his middle finger up at them, which is met unsurprisingly by a new hail of missiles.
Missiles like that scene in the Blues Brothers, or actual missiles???
It's like hunting for a unicorn in the London Zoo: you’re not sure it exists but you still hope it’s there.