I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, though I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret...
The story is fairly simple, and acts mostly as an excuse to blow things to bits.
Madness string 21915
What next? Babies abducting young men in broad daylight?