HowlingLupin

Tony didn't know what had happened. He was sitting on the floor, his back slumped at the wall. There was some blood around him. Blood on his shirt, blood on his right hand, blood on the shuttered scotch glass. Oh yeah, scotch. He shut his eyes in pain, now it was coming back to him. few hours earlier Tony was bored. So, so bored. And bored Tony was nothing good. Usually he would just grab some random appliance and add some additional wires, few microprocessors and see what will came out of it. Last time he tinkered with the vacuum cleaner, and upgraded it to the point that instead of just cleaning dirt it was "eating" all kinds of rugs (app