Greg VS Raid 9-37

The popcorn ceiling of his bedroom might as well have been a map of the world. Just ridges and bumps staring back at him as the late July sun started bleeding out to the night sky through the horizontal slats of his window blinds, tinting out from orange to purple. Map or not, Greg Veder…

Grief 7.1b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg paced back and forth in front of the whiteboard, the marker in his hand a blur as he added some notes to the already full board and sketched out rough diagrams. The warehouse around them was a…

I… hate…He wasn’t sure exactly what he hated right now, but Greg was pretty sure pretty high at the top of the list was the constant pings and dings and pop-ups that were his power, trying it’s very best to get his attention. Hate…While he still had a mouth, Greg was doing his very best…

If Greg Veder had to write out who he had the most love for in the whole wide world, his mom would be number one on that list — all the nonexistent i’s in the name ‘Susan Veder’ dotted with bubbly hearts. Number two on that list would have to be one Axel Ramon. It…

Lag 6.13 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ “Fuck the plan! I can take him!” If he had the time, Hardkour would have laughed right in his face. Instead, the blond jumped back far, flinging himself backwards twenty or thirty feet to land back on the…

Lag 6.11                                                             – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – ​ No. No. No. His thoughts a scattered mess from irritation, Greg Veder ignored the damage he left behind as he burst off another rooftop, tiles scattered and flying from the force of his takeoff. Backtracking again! He…