gonna give us a little bump here now that v9 pregame is on the horizon, probably gonna update some stuff about these blurbs in the near future

"... Jacob?" Jacob's head turned, going from staring listlessly at the ceiling to staring at the large, pale blur currently halfway coiled around him. Weeks later and he still hadn't entirely regained his vision; to his eyes Francis remained more an impression of Francis than the genuine a...

Jacob shrugged. He hadn't expected another player, but he wouldn't say no. He wished he could tell who it was - he could kinda see her from across the room, but not enough to recognize her, and her singular "hey" hadn't cleared it up - but it probably didn't matter. Anyone left was gonna b...

Anyway! Sharad aka Shay! Maybe gets on with Heather? She's a rebel who has (perhaps annoyingly) developed a sincere cause of late, so that might be a wedge between them compared to her younger years simply being a contrarian, or maybe he's into that. If nothing else she's a fellow out-of-towner (st...

((Jacob Winters continued from the v8 rescue )) Jacob was sprawled out on one of the couches nearby, dressed in sweatpants and hoodie he'd been provided to replace his dirty and torn outfit, his bare feet propped up on the couch's arm and his cane leaning against its back. He'd been napping there ea...

Sharad "Shay" Narang: Half-Italian-American half-Indian-American kid from a small beach town in California. Orphaned at a very young age and raised by maternal grandparents who were neglectful and abusive. Very much a beach town kid at heart; loves surfing and diving and longboarding, pref...

((Jacob Winters continued from silence tells me )) The beach they'd been signaled to come to wasn't so far from Greg's tomb. It was a struggle to get there in timely fashion - Jacob's leg wasn't any less shot, and his head wasn't any less concussed - but they didn't seem in a particular hurry to go ...

((Jacob Winters continued from A Catastrophy Played By a Symphony )) "... hey, Greg." Jacob stood there, wobbling unsteadily, staring roughly where Greg's face should be through blurry eyes. He was roughly as Jacob had left him, with the new addition of the telltale scent of rot hanging in...

Suddenly, everything was different. One moment he's talking with some semi-stranger about their respective murder-hunts. The next, all that and their entire time here were flushed down the drain. The violence, the deaths, the narrative he'd been building up in his head to justify his own participati...

"Thanks, though I think the submachine gun I got's more helpful than luck." It felt unsettling, speaking so casually of the weapon weighing down his bag and what he intended to do with it. But he supposed he'd long passed any hesitancy on the matter. This was the plan, and nibbling around ...

Jacob's eyes widened minutely at the comment about Cali. He'd not known that bit of info yet. Had it just happened, or had just been revealed on one of the announcements he'd missed? He wasn't sure it even mattered at this point. He wouldn't be surprised if pretty much everyone left had blood on the...

Jacob shook his head. "Not seen a trace of 'em." It was true, too. He'd bumped into nobody today until now, the dead body aside. He wasn't sure how many of them were left, but probably not many if he'd been alone for that long. They'd been here for, like, two weeks now, and the slaughter h...

((Jacob Winters continued from it's raining somewhere else )) Bad luck, it seemed. Salem was nowhere in town, far as he could tell. Or at least nowhere he'd managed to check. Unfortunately, that meant he was out in the wilderness, where Jacob would struggle to follow, or up the mountain, which Jacob...

((Jacob Winters continued from yeah... )) Jacob stood in the road and stared, silent as death. He could scarcely breathe. It wasn't his injuries, though they all still troubled him. It wasn't that there was a corpse here. There were a lot of those nowadays. You kinda had to get used to it, sooner or...

((Jacob Winters continued from GAME OVER-- )) He was pretty sure you weren't supposed to do what he was doing when you had a head injury. Like, wasn't the advice to not fall asleep or take any downers or whatever? He wasn't really sure, but he thought that's what he'd heard. And besides, it wasn't l...