*BLAM!*"MERRY FUCKIN' CHRISTMAS, YOU RAT-BASTARDS ( Read more... )

[This place was starting to get to him. Weeks of talking to people who didn't know shit, weeks of looking for a way out that didn't exist. For now he was still laying low, playing the good butcher's assistant, still chatting up the vacant-eyed natives in the vain hope one of them would slip. He might as well be talking to corpses ( Read more... )

[Someone new shuffles out the door of 506 Ricardo Street, wearing the requisite expression of bewilderment that most newcomers tend to sport their first time out. He's a man of average height and build, perhaps in his late 30s. His receding, dark brown hair is cut short, with a sharp widow's peak. He looks small and not a little scared, completely ( Read more... )