Right, so- any of you seen a hockey mask sittin' around? White, kinda dinged up? Bag of sports equipment, too: hockey stick, golf club, baseball bats, y'know.

[ The time, Casey's decided, has come. And by this I mean the time for him to make the rounds and get some damn gear. People are nice enough, sure, but every place is dangerous somehow and ( Read more... )

[ Good evening, Luceti. Ever wonder what it would sound like if a twenty-five year old vigilante tripped while trying to get safely down from the roof of the local library? Wonder no more. It goes in this order:

Shout. THUD. Stream of very agitated muttering that perhaps contains questionable language. ]

-what, they never heard of fire escapes ( Read more... )