It feels good to have blood under her fingernails again.

The Hellhouse still smells like it's insulated with armpit hair and rat semen. She slides up to the bar. Her shirt reads, 'I put the cute in Execute ( Read more... )

Can the night get any more craptastic?

That psychotic bitch Mary blew that cakewalk gig just to taunt her with a job she doesn't want.

Now she's holed up at a 'sape bar with an idiot in loaner pants. He reeks of formaldahyde, which puts him two steps up from anyone else in the bar ( Read more... )

The usual tomfuckery, as Patch calls it. Low-brow pranks, the air turned blue with the hot cussin' air coming out of every Tom, Dick and Dick what thinks he's got himself a story ( Read more... )

Mystique stares at the HellHouse. This is why she has minions.

No.

This is where she acquires minions. Her current lot need a few more weeks to stew in jail after the bullshit they pulled while she was in Genosha. She'll break them out when she needs some muscle or when they stop whining about paid vacation leave, whichever comes first. Right ( Read more... )

Sigh ( Read more... )

It's the general rowdy merriment and mirth that happens at this place. Where rough-and-tumble yet relatively personable mercenaries gather to quaff a few brews, sign on for their contracts and blow off steam ( Read more... )

He's gonna get shitcanned if anyone finds out about this ( Read more... )

It's a rowdy evening at the mercenary hang-out with a name. That name being Hellhouse ( Read more... )

CHICAGO (AP) - Scientists have long suggested that the genetic x-factor that causes mutations to develop in certain children was the beginning of an evolutionary leap forward, from homo sapiens into homo superior. However, the factions within the pharmaceutical research and development industry who have long decried it as a plague that needed to ( Read more... )