[Eddie sounds high.. because he is. He's doped up on morphine, death-tolling in the infirmary, but still diligently posting his serial.]

I don't care what you all think! Here's part... whatever it is. I started it before, but I had to finish it now because someone had to interrupt. Whoever you are? You're stupid.

( ooc warning of PG-13 raunchy content )

Due to the unpopular nature of "Little Black Raincloud," we're starting a new story tonight.

UNTITLED #16
PART ONE

John opened his eyes. His room reflected the city outside: gloomy, dark, and a luring invitation to sleep until the safe dawn. The putrid smell of the city wafted through his door. He sighed and breathed in, chest expanding, ( Read more... )

Here's the new serial:
LITTLE BLACK RAINCLOUD
PART THIRTY-TWO

Between then and now, Harold grew up convinced that the Red Hot Chili Peppers song “City of Angels” was written for him alone and often sang it at Tuesday night karaoke: “She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy; lonely as I am, together we cry.” If he knocked back a few drinks ( Read more... )