Truth be told, Flash doesn’t give a fuck about The War and her Prince isn’t organized enough to do shit about it. She’s on Earth to rock out and stick it to the man. Barista, bassist, singer, and nightmare to anyone who fucks with her of her friends (whether they be mortal or immortal).
Oh yeah, one more thing. She’s pissed that she’s never going to get to see Freddie Mercury play. He ended up in the other place. Continue reading