So if I play, and it's right now a biiiiig if - I'd be doing Eddie Serjeantson (V1) and Claudeson Bademosi (V7). If we go three, I dunno. Probably someone I let go inactive.

Adam Shackland was being paid to die. It was a technicality, he supposed, but still true. Of all of the things that he'd had the time to think about over the past day where he'd done essentially nothing but hide and make himself as small and as silent as possible, that was the thought that continued...

Enough time had passed that Adam knew lifting his head up out of the creek was going to leave him in one of two spots. He would either see nothing worth fearing and feel silly, or he would see unspeakable horror and likely not have to worry about it for long. To have been sitting here for long enoug...

Handler: Cactus Dates Away: Feb 23 - Mar 6 Days Away: 12 Reason for Away: I should have tossed an away post up last week - I've barely had time to look at a computer screen that wasn't for work-related reasons over the last week. Plus I've had some other personal-related stuff come up that's been do...

Nothing happened.

Silence.

Adam's heart continued to thunder in his chest; still, he persisted.

What the actual fuck. One nostril, in and out. That was it — that was literally all he could muster. His lungs ached, the lump in the centre of his throat felt like it was closing all of the breath from out of him. The ground felt cold, by this point, his ass was numb. Adam stayed perfectly still; h...

Adam took the hammer in his hand and hefted it. It wasn't any shitty toolbox-style hammer, it could actually do some damage. The girl seemed to want to trade it for his net gun; the unwieldy weapon probably wouldn't help either of them any, but Adam didn't have any aspirations on giving it up. This ...

Emotional agony flashed through him like a crack of thunder. Adam ignored it. A girlfriend; he understood that. Were Cindy on the island with him, he would have moved heaven and Earth to get to her, to find her, to try and let her know that everything was going to be okay, no matter how much rationa...

The desperation in her voice touched something in Adam. The girl had someone that she needed to find. Christ, if he'd been on any other vacation in any other circumstance, he'd be feeling the exact same way. But he was lucky to be unlucky, in a sense. The woman that he loved the most in the world wa...

The door to the shed slowly opened and Adam lowered the hockey stick, letting the blade fall to the ice will a small thud. His hands and forearms ached from the lack of proper hockey gloves, the reverberations from the wooden stick a lot more intense than the composite he was used to. Good , the pai...

The sound of his skates cutting through the ice was relaxing, familiar. One stride, then the next, he felt the wind on his face as he powered towards the small black disc in front of him. It got closer, and closer, and then – once he was in range, the stick did the rest of the work. With a loud crac...

Adam Shackland is only my second character that I've ever named Adam

Name: Adam Shackland Age: 36 Gender: Male, he/him Field of Study: Leadership and Management Courses, Film and Television Production Physical Description: Adam stands at just over 5'9" and weighs 187 lbs. He has an athletic build with a slightly thicker midsection that has become harder to exer...

His lungs ached for air; precious breaths that seemed so far away. Emotions ran through him as a choking noise came from his lips — despair, fear, fury at just how unfair this all was, uncertainty at what happened next. What did happen, of course, he didn't expect. The raspy wheeze turned into a bre...

There was nothing more to say, no more cases to make. The annoyance did nothing but smoulder within Fisher's chest — there wasn't time for it to flame into something more. Perhaps it had, hours before. Before all of the killing, the murder, the choosing between life and death, Fisher would believe h...