Back and forth. Back and Forth. He zapped the shit out of Alex. "GET SOME! GET SOOOOME!" He then zapped the shit out of Will. "EAT IT! EAT IT YOU PRICKS! I'LL TAKE YOU ON! I'LL TAKE YOU ALL ON!" He turned back to Alex, bringing his shock knife down on Alex's sword. The sword glow...

"THAT WAS FOR DARIUS, MOTHERFUCKER!" There was something really fuckin' cathartic seein' Will scream like that. Dumb motherfucker shoulda' knew better, braggin' about killin' his best friend right in front of him. Well, he'd say they were square. Will killed Darius, Mike killed Will's fami...

Michael sprinted forwards, still screaming, still brandishing his taser. There's a moment where your body goes into autopilot, you simply start watching instead of speaking. If asked why it'd happen, Michael would tell you he wouldn't know, he wasn't a psych expert. There was one thing he did know. ...

Michael peeked from the corner. Will was pointing his gun at Alex. Talkin' a bunch of shit, like he's the hero of this film or some shit, pompous asshole.Michael was the hero, not him! Not that coward bastard! Michael looked at his blade. It was a fake blade, but the tazer game on it was strong. He ...

"Keeeeeeeeehhhhhh-" "Tarquin." Michael turned his head just in time to see the poster child for the IRA pointing a gun at them. Will you motherfu- GAH! Alex flew towards Mike, the back of his skull colliding with Michael's face. My face! That was my good side you fucker, you're ...

Michael crept closer and closer to Alex. If he could do this, he was going to do this... However, the closer he got, the more he thought about what he was doing. Something unnerved him, something felt wrong, off. Maybe this was the wrong path? Then again, maybe he couldn't bring himself to just play...

(( Michael Crowe continued from Hang in There )) Michael had a lot of conflicting thoughts. Number one, was 'what in the hell' was he really doing? What was he trying to prove? For the last three days, he hadn't thought about anything. Just doing. Was this for Jerry, or for himself? Was this some ex...

Michael's axe went up, but it had hit nothing. Michael turned his head, expecting to get stabbed in the back by Brendan... He heard the splashes of Brendan running away behind him, going down the hall. Figures... He's a coward to the end. Michael sprinted after him, axe above his head, screaming mad...

Michael's axe barely missed Brendan as he ran out into the hallway. His axe had grinded against the stone wall, the sensation freezing Michael's teeth as it slid down the wall. He turned around and haphazardly swung the axe behind him, missing again. He bit his lower lip as Brendan stole Jerry's spe...

Michael screamed. He felt his foot give way underneath him as he fell ass first into the water. He looked up and saw Nancy running off, hatchet in hand. "Get the fuck back here!" He got to his feet and stumbled, his right leg was shaking from where Nancy smashed him in the ankle. He limped...

(Gm'ing of Nancy is approved) "Yeah?" No emotion, no fear. No fucking remorse. "Yeah?! Fucking yeah!? That's all you have to say you bitch?!" Nancy's very existence infuriated Michael. No 'I'm sorry's' no 'Please don't kill me, I didn't mean it' none of that shit. Just 'yeah'. Th...

Michael felt many things, listening to Nancy speak. The expression on her face, the deadpan way she spoke. She treated it like game, no, that wasn't the right way to put it. She simply didn't care. Yet the words coming out of her mouth... She was doing it for attention! Ironically, the idea of hangi...

Michael followed behind Jerry with his meticulously rehearsed swagger. With his head tilted high, sunglasses reflecting the light from the windows, strutting like the white jacketed gang leader in the King of Pop's Beat It video, you wouldn't think he'd be scared. You'd be right, he's not scared, he...