User blog comment:Admiral Leviathan/Fight Club (OHAtW 47)/@comment-1986314-20130308135540

"The sword illuminated like the moon against the glass of a cold, dreary apartment in New York City. Glimmering with the stains of oil from the visor guard that attempted to bring an end to my uproar. There was no sympathy for this one guard who could have made his appearance that of the villain from those lone-star television sitcoms."