"This is shit," he mumbled to himself, "...ab-so-lute shit." Gary Kwan continued from Mad Dewey Dash Every stroke of his pen, every glob of white-out representing another sin against literature. He shook his head, beginning another ill-fated stanza. "Back to the sun bark, no...

Gary watched as countless students spilled into the library. His library. Being such a well-adjusted, open-minded individual, he thought to himself: "No. Fuck this. Nuh-uh. Too many people." Gary slammed his book shut, sliding out of the ancient wooden seat and hauling his rucksack over hi...

...all the muscles of his body writhing in an intensity of terror and sheer fear beyond bearing. He was going mad and knew it, and somewhere deep inside a bit of sanity was screaming, struggling to fight off the hopeless flood of black terror. It was very horrible to go mad and know that you were g...

i am in

Name: Gary Kwan Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: Senior School: Cochise High School Hobbies and Interests: Hiking, track and field, reading, Spaghetti Westerns. Appearance: Gary is exactly six feet tall, weighing 156 pounds. Regular cardio and calisthenics have given Gary a lean, toned physique. He tend...

I'm in, if there's still a spot available.

in in in in in in in in in in in in in in in in in in

I'm in. Movies.

Blessed art thou among womIN

Gambling. All in.

He didn't look away from the landscape. Blinked, twice. Took a deep breath, let out a deep sigh. "That's good of you." He didn't know what else to say, this was pretty far out of left field coming from Isaac. Gary just assumed Isaac was a bit of a two-dimensional fuckface. Isaac probably t...

Gary blinked. "Ignore the snark. Keep calm." "Eat a dick." He said, a picture of tranquility. He hadn't heard about any memorial, but he didn't exactly read the paper every morning. It didn't surprise him, they were bound to build one sooner or later. What surprised him was Isaac...

Calm down. Gary needed to calm down. That was what always screwed him over, his inability to chill out and just let someone be an asshole. If he had just done that before, this wouldn't be happening. He took a breath, gritted his teeth and moved back to a seated position. He closed his eyes. Breathe...

He could only barely make it out. Turkey vulture, side of the road. At least a half hour since any cars had been by. Plenty of time to gorge itself on the cougar, or deer, or fox, or... It didn't matter. Gary's hands were in his face. He sighed again, thumping the back of his head against the Joshua...

Double or nothing, I'm in.