((GM-ing of Jerry Fury approved)) Some weapons won't scare Alan Banks. Those two steps were just preventive. See? He didn't put the pipe down. He wasn't scared. Evaluating the situation, he took a deep breath. He would look even more confident if he looked directly to Bart, so that's what he did. &q...

Now aiming to the head? Huh. That nearly made Alan hold his breath and break his smile, but you know, that never happened. Not even when Jerry cheered his mate and completely forgot he had a flashlight. He just took two steps back rubbing his eyes. He took his time, but sure he was listening. And yo...

Don't do anything stupid. Ha, that was a good line. A classic. "With you pointing a gun at me? And outnumbered? Um... No thanks" Nobody in this hell of an island would trust him, right? He took a glance at Bart. No bravery. No muscle. Apparently on his own. By comparison everything would l...

Throwing soap in the dark. Well that was the most fucked up thing he could've done. Now that they knew he was there, it would be stupid to think about fleeing from the warehouse. He was no coward. That crap about distracting people so he could run? Not his style. Never happened. Instead he opted for...

((Alan Banks continued from Calm Before The Storm )) When he realized he overslept the first thing that he felt was panic. Then he thought better about it while eating a snack he wondered if he really cared that much. As soon as he put a foot out of the art therapy room, he felt relieved. Now he wou...

He fucked up again and now he was going to die. A summary by Alan Banks, who understood what was going on when Isabel grabbed the gun and he couldn't even stretch his arm in time. He even started to see all those flashbacks everyone talked about. He saw all his failures since he woke up on the islan...

There he was. Seeing everything. Now. No. But- Alan. But nobody's looking. I said no. See that? That's the signal. I'll go Shit! Get a hold of yourself. But they're fighting. That's chaos. It's my element. Can you wait? No. But I can... Holy fuck Alan. The adrenaline as well as his knees were killin...

Fuck it. Fuck Jerry Fury. Fuck Matthew Moradi. Fuck Bart Cappotelli. Fuck this island. And fuck his fucking left eye. He woke up in the same warehouse where he got 1-hit-KO'd. This time, for everyone's but his pleasure, without his backpack, without his infamous pipe and without a flashlight. Luckil...

What a wonderful grumpy comedic duo. They made him remember those good old days when just a few words from his mouth could generate negative reactions. What a pleasure. What a fortunate turn of events. Yes, we all know it was his demeanor in general what shooed them, but let the kid be delusional ab...

Alan rolled his eyes trying not to break out laughing. He had approached a girl randomly offering her a lightsaber, he had ambushed a mute girl, he had ambushed another girl, this time one of his friends, this time killing her... BUT. WHATEVER. He didn't recall receiving such a negative response. We...

((Alan Banks continued from Restore/Restart/Quit)) The sound of the metal hitting the corridor wall. That was Alan's way of announcing he was walking towards both girls. With his body language showing too much arrogance for someone who barely slept on the previous night and a smirk on his face. His ...