Yeah it's been a while. The entire queue's been jumped since we haven't had a game in like nine months. I think I'd like to clear out the queue, so if people are still interested in running their game, then PLEASE POST HERE SAYING SO. I'll give you until the end of the month (by which point I predi...

B0037: Ian Williams Start As Ian slowly drifted back into consciousness, he had the vague impression he was lying in the grass and weeds.  That seemed odd, even to his distant mind.  Yet it didn't really bother him.  It was just one more sensation that barely registered through the dense mental fog...

Okay, that settled that.  Ian wasn't sure what had sparked Cyrus' decision to come over, especially after his remarks from earlier, but that didn't matter because his timing couldn't have been much better.  Whatever doubts there were that still remained needed to be put on hold, because he knew what...

"Hey, no worries.  I won't bite." Ian smiled, though it felt a bit forced, as did the canned words.  Karen was clearly extremely uncomfortable, understandably enough, and he could only hope that he was helping.  Of course, one could ask as to why he was even bothering to try.  It wasn't li...

It was funny to think how only a short while ago, he'd been feeling that everything was, if not alright, then at least tolerable. Now everything was falling apart, and Ian wasn't even sure if he wanted to save things, assuming that was even possible.   Now, as Steven left, he just sat there speechle...

Ian was sitting in a rocking chair when the announcements came on, having volunteered to take the current watch.  Earlier in the night, he'd had the notion that being well rested for the next day would be a good idea, silly person that he was, but that'd apparently been a bit much to hope for.  It h...

"Hey, Cyrus, right?  No worries.  We're all just a little tense at the moment, but all we wanted is safe place to rest, if you're okay with that." Ian smiled at Cyrus, as he came up behind the other two, even while he inwardly sighed in quiet frustration.  Sharon's little display there had...

Ian wasn't exactly thrilled with Sharon's plan for several reasons, not least of which was because she was so blatantly asking one of them to take a risk she didn't even want to consider doing herself.  Not that it was likely to be any more dangerous than moving around the back, but her casual, matt...

Ian hadn't let Sharon's curtness bother him all that much.  From the little he knew about her, Sharon appeared to have a rather similar temperament as his sister, Nicole.  They seemed to share the same aggressive streak that had nearly driven Ian crazy as a kid.  Over time, he'd learned to deal with...

((Ian Williams continued from an extensively edited "Dawn of the First Day" )) [hr] Ian was walking at a fairly decent pace now.  Whatever had been wrong with him earlier seemed to have passed, for which he was extremely grateful.  It was hard enough being stuck in this 'game' without bei...

So much pain. The scythe was embedded deep in his gut, sending spasms of burning agony through every fiber of Ian's being.as he thrashed against the pavement.   He gasped desperately for air that wouldn't come, screaming in silent anguish as he writhed and twisted on the ground. He'd sort of known t...

Exhaustion was overtaking Ian rapidly, and his hold on Bella was weakening.   She twisted and squirmed beneath him, clawing her way towards the scythe, and he knew he couldn't hold her, not with his injured arm.   Anger was replaced with panic, seeping in through the cracks as his grip began to slip...

It was all so fast. One moment was all it took for the smile on Bella's lips to change into something hideous.  One careless statement was all it took for everything he'd thought they'd shared to fall away.  Each stinging accusation she lashed out with left bitter acid in his mouth, but he couldn't ...

"Bella..." The consternation on Ian's face was evident.  Part of him wanted desperately to nod back and smile reassuringly, to pretend that everything was right so as not to risk the fragile peace they'd shared.   It would have been easy to shut up, let it slide, as he'd done so many other...

Ian started when he felt Bella's hand coming to rest against his shoulder.  His eyes flickered across her hand to meet hers once more, questioning, but not upset.  Before he even realized quite what he was doing, his fingers came up to brush against hers as she spoke, gently threading into them as i...