Featured: QUICK, GRAB SOMETHING
UntitledThe walls were covered with blood, and on the floor a large puddle of it was drying slowly, filling the air with a heavy metallic scent that seemed to linger in your lungs after each breath you took. In the middle of it, what had once been a man was completely still. In Scott’s opinion, it looked more like a pile of meat with some torn up clothes thrown on top than a dead body. With dead bodies (the very few ones he had seen before anyway), you could usually figure out where the head was.Untitled by LorinaDante
Even so, identifying the corpse had been easy enough: the ID card with the name “R. Nicholson” written on it found in the dead body’s hand had been an obvious clue. The card, and the broken glasses on the floor.
Scott shivered and coughed, clenching his fists to stop his hands from shaking. Thoughts were racing at full speed in his head, but he couldn’t seem to grasp a single one. There were so many things to do and decide, and he didn’t even know where he was suppo
On a desert island: part 1The very first thing Scott noticed when he woke up was the sand. Nothing surprising here; it was hardly something you saw often in CHAANK's offices and now it was pretty much everywhere, including in his mouth. He coughed and spat, then sat up and looked around him, using his hand to shield his eyes form the blinding sun.On a desert island: part 1 by LorinaDante
A beach. And there was nothing that special about this one, really; it had everything one could expect from a regular beach: sand, sun, water and coconut palms. The beach itself was normal enough; the big question was how he had arrived there in the first place.
Scott looked around him and ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember the details as another wave of water crashed on the sand and completely soaked his legs. Blaming Jack Dante for everything weird that happened in his life usually worked and Scott remembered hearing the weapon designer saying he wanted to show him something... Another invention, perhaps? Oh, this was all so confusing...
The warmth of t
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