Grief 7.13 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – His footsteps felt heavy as he dragged his feet on the pristine pavement. The neighborhood was almost offensively perfect—each lawn manicured to within an inch of its chlorophyll-laden life, the kind of green that practically glowed. He was…
Grief 7.12a – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The wind howled as Greg—no, Sir Prodigy—swung Gram in a precise arc, the glowing blade slicing through the air with an audible whump. The wind blade shot forward, razor-sharp and shimmering faintly, before it slammed into its target. A…
Grief 7.12b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the living room curtains, draping uneven golden lines over the scuffed hardwood floor. Taylor sat cross-legged on the couch, a worn paperback in one hand and her other absently tracing the stitching of…
Grief 7.11b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Hardkour’s fingers clenched tighter, his red gloves stretching audibly under the tension, each breath filtered through his helmet’s mesh as he faced the trio of villains. The air felt like it had thickened somehow, not from humidity but…
Grief 7.11a(Second part will be up in a few hours) – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – He adjusted his grip on the discarded train axle, gloved fingers straining against the cold, greasy metal. The thing weighed a ton—literally—and his arms trembled as he forced it upward,…
In the aftermath of the Azn Bad Boyz’ horrifying acts of terror, Brockton Bay has been left with scars that may never fully heal. The chaos unleashed by this pan-Asian gang disrupted every aspect of our lives, from the economy to public safety, leaving a cloud of distrust and unease that will take years to…
Grief 7.10 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg shoved open the glass door to the store with just enough force to let it swing freely. It didn’t slam, though—of course it didn’t. Places like this didn’t do slamming doors. The movement was caught by a smooth…
Grief 7.8 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Analyze. Analyze. Quantum Lvl 40Bash BrotherHP: 750/750Trait: Vector-Field Cohesion 6’2″ and decked out in tactical cape wear, this merc looks every bit the part of the soldier he used to be. His suit’s got more padding than an…
Grief 7.9 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Sunlight knifed through the blinds, slashing jagged lines of gold across Greg’s room like some discount light show. He sprawled on the bed, limbs splayed out like a chalk outline at a crime scene, one sock half-off his…
Grief 7.9b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg was three wings deep into his third round—half buffalo, half honey sriracha—when Taylor finally spoke again. he barely registered her voice over the muffled hum of the restaurant, the crackle of frying oil from the open kitchen,…
