Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch! I throw the newspaper. It hits my CRT and then all its pages spread out across the floor. Agh, that’s gonna
Author: Thedude3445
Gunfire in the distance. Figures trading punches. The rumbling of explosions. A metallic body running in the distance. My body screaming at me for every
“R8PR!” I shout. “Can you help me defeat this guy?” “Not yet,” he replies, separated from by a distance of about ten armed guards. “This
This may seem like an off-topic tangent, but I have to say that I actually kinda resent the term “cyborg.” the first thing you think
“Hey, R8PR, you wanna give me a hand with these guys?” I ask. “Fresh out of hands,” he replies. “I didn’t even realize the pun
“We are the Ascendants! We will advance!” the cloaked figures shout.
We don’t actually go in guns ablazing. Something like that would have ruined the mission in the first thirty seconds. Those shooting games you can
We’re in some random bedroom somewhere in Motokawa’s place of business, given a box of military-grade armor and weapons and about ten minutes to change
Karina and Lamar walk down the flights stairs with me. We tread quietly, like the protagonists of a horror movie. The fluorescent light above gets
Nineteen missed calls. I can’t believe Blyth and all his men kept my cellular on me the entire time. I can’t believe in all my