((from Border Zone )) "What... what is this?" Jon's breath came in quick snatches. Calling it like a horror movie was a joke, a comforting story to turn the insane into the understandable. The thing with comforting stories was that they were still lies, and the thing with horror movies was...

No more killing. But seeing Ray scuttle out like that, seeing Gillian flee. Seeing Ripley's frothing anger. It rattled Jon, rattled him far worse than he would care to admit. An optimist would want and hope for things to be okay from here, but he wasn't one. So, well, so much for that. ...His arm wa...

Hey Nolife! I like what you've got here and we're pretty close to an approval! There's two things I'd like you to iron out: The 'she's already sick' factors heavily into Robin's disadvantages but it's not explained particularly well. Could you be a bit more clear on what exactly is wrong with her? (...

Nah gonna be real, Jon was completely a-okay with being up here away from that, twisted shoulder and all.

"...all good up here!"

He was some ways from good but who was keeping score.

(Jon, Jon was keeping score)

When gravity returned, the good news was that Jon's gloved hand was still magnetised to the guard rail. The bad news was that Jon's gloves hand was still magnetised to the guard rail. That and the Andrea just got shot dead thing. And the shooter still being right there. And the gun. And the not actu...

Jon felt paralysed. Someone should do something. Just he had a difficult time turning someone into a less nebulous concept than uh...

not... him.

They were screaming at each other, and then there was a gunshot. Jon recoiled, despite it being nowhere near him.

Fuck. Fuck.

Well Jon didn't get to hear what they wanted because he was too busy experiencing Shit. Didn't really know how else to frame it. Just that it was viscerally Shit. He didn't deserve this, man. He was too—he didn't deserve this. It was the kind of thing you heard about on the news. Yeah he was sort of...

Jon was suddenly a lot less alone than he had been. For once, adding some extra people didn't make his mood substantially worse, but the secret to that was that he was near enough rock bottom already. Except from the part where the man second in line was rocking an axe. That dug a little into the be...

"HUD. HUD. HUD. HUD. HUD. HUD. HUD. HUD. HUD." It wasn't doing anything. Not except the things that it was supposed to do anyway. Jon scowled like this was a personal affront as he spun on a slow vertical axis. He'd thought that it was a pretty good idea, and that perhaps it would result i...

jon crumble 3 the crumbling

I'm calling the crumbly boy

the crumbliest of jons is updated.

put him in, coach Scouting Report: Javi is a referee’s worst nightmare, because is it still a travel when you’re literally walking on the air? At 5’5” and 155 pounds, Javi’s height and weight is irrelevant, because he can walk on air. Javi’s handle ability and his athletic prowess are also, similar...

I'm in for the record