It was good to see that the game hadn't managed to make everyone paranoid or murderous. Opening his mouth to respond, Eddie's words were lost when the cave was suddenly full of thunder. The crack of gunfire echoed off the cold walls, roaring in the dark space. Throwing himself to the ground, the cow...

Eddie nodded at the cave boy's plea. Or, maybe it was a warning. These days it was getting harder to tell them apart. Cornered people were always desperate. And, truly desperate people could be very dangerous, even when unarmed. Raising his arms above his head, Ed tried to look and sound as unimpres...

((Continued from Running Free )) Morning was teasingly close, now. The sky was still that deep, bruised purple that promised to slowly fade to rosey pink if only given enough time. When he'd first started out from the swamp, Eddie had been well into his fifth wind. Now, on the move again, he felt a ...

((GMing approved by Kyle)) The blood was running in small rivers now, the ground refusing to soak up the dark liquid. Snaking tendrils of scarlet, winding away from Wade's head. Small chunks of grey and white dotted the stream of blood, the misplaced bits of the boy's ruined head speckled the dirt. ...

Eddie almost struck the weeping boy again. Through grit teeth, he growled down at the kneeling killer. "Still shifting the blame. Still avoiding responsibility. That's second-rate, cop out, bullshit and you know it! Would it be God's fault if you had a happy trip and helped people, rather than ...

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist, Eddie sniffled loudly as Wade struggled to right himself. This was all wrong. He'd thought about finding his target and whatever his expectations might have been, they certainly weren't…this. Does it matter? Being sorry doesn't change the fact that he kill...

((GMing approved by Doddioslave)) Drawing back the rifle for another swing, Eddie balked as the psychopath that had once been Wade Wilson spoke. The monster didn't try to fight back or defend himself. He didn't beg for his life, or try to run. The bloody young man, instead, knocked the wind from Edd...

((Hopping the post order and any GMing approved by Kyle)) The floor was good. It was dusty, of course, but the grey tiles were still intact and, for the most part, even. A few of the tiles had cracked and come loose from their moorings but, on the whole, the floor was in remarkably good shape. Eddie...

He didn't move. He was afraid to breathe. It was like sitting in the judgment of God. Eddie wanted so desperately for the girl opposite him to absolve him of his sins. He leaned anxiously forward, praying for her to give him peace of mind. Eddie sat and listened, letting the words wash over him. Whe...

Nicole gave her own nervous grin. It suited her. Eddie cleared his throat and hoped he wasn't blushing too noticeably. Checking on the young woman's work, the dark haired boy gingerly brushed against his newly stitched eyebrow. He winced and hissed quietly. "I guess touching it is bad, huh?&quo...

Eddie nodded at Nicole's profession of good health. "That's good," he murmured just loud enough to be heard, "I'm glad to see not everyone got dragged into this." He was still looking down at his hands. They were covered in scrapes and more than a little dried blood. They didn't ...

Eddie jumped when he heard the voice called out to him. His hands lost control of themselves, fumbling with the rifle, before allowing the hunk of metal and plastic to clatter to the floor. Eddie blinked several times, as the voice declared itself Nicole. Nicole? Nicole who? Why do I know that name?...

((Continued from The Denial Twist )) The day wound on, the sun sliding from its place high in the sky, down to the horizon. The western sky looked like it was on fire. Eddie Sullivan had time to ruminate on the distressing thoughts that had plagued him since he'd been left broken and bloodied at the...

((Recommended Listening- Track 6: Delirium Trigger - Coheed and Cambria )) Aching fingers clamped tight around wet skin and tensed muscle. Arms shook and burned as the effort of strangulation slowly took its toll. A small rush of water forced its way up his nose. Fighting the urge to cough and inhal...

Pulling himself towards Rizzolo, his body dragging through the damp earth of the creek shore, sand and grit working under his fingernails, Edward Sullivan couldn't feel anything. His bones had ceased feeling as if they'd grown ragged barbs and his muscles weren't smoldering with the intense heat the...