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  • The Post War Dream

    All this happened… more or less… August 4th, 2019 11:41 AM Tampa General Hospital MJF: Fuck on a stick, it’s bright out. She reaches into her bag for a pair of sunglasses while the discharge forms are prepared. Kevin: So I was thinking, we don’t need to go back...
  • Exit Conference: Part 3

    Hello. Is it me you’re looking for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile. …the feeling, is mu-tu-al. I won’t front. You guys really had me going there for a bit. I actually thought I wasn’t going to be needed. HOWfuckingeverafter.  But....
  • Exit Conference: Part 2

    Fog.   Maybe haze is the better word. Can’t seem to focus enough to know what’s Best. Or who’s Best?   I’ll do ya one better. Why is Best?   It’s weird, though. I’m in a hospital, I think. Everything’s white. There are a bunch of machines whizzing, whirring,...
  • Break Out

      BREAK OUT   3.30pm. Monday, August 19th, 2019. “… yeah, I-… I’ve been-… Listen to me, please!” yelled Silent Witness into his dashboard; angrily. It was the third person today that he had spoken to from the National Park Service, after two frustrating days of trying to find...
  • Exit Conference

    Refueled 8. What’s left of it. The fire is out. All are gone. Except the three left behind. Debris is everywhere. It’s dark. It’s miserable. Amongst all of it, the… Beaten, Battered, Tattered, Bloodied, Defeated, Outsmarted, Bested, Wooded, Buried, …egg bandits lay. Jiles: Uh… did we win? Dean: It...
  • Enter MAXKAEL Jr.

    Thwack!   The wet sound of fist a hard surface echoed in the high eaves of the cluttered warehouse. A figure stood amid the tall boxes and bizarre set pieces, relics from the past of HOW, bits of history and outright garbage that had been collected and deposited here....
  • The Sins of the Father

    We open on the young HOW rookie, Crash Rodriguez, as he’s sitting atop of his familiar shed. His nose stuck in a book, as the scene begins to focus, the book is spotted to be his mother’s bible. His eyes darting about the pages that he flips between seemingly...
  • It Doesn’t Matter

    I haven’t even opened my eyes, and I can already feel the pain in my back settling in. It’s hard getting old, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. When your body has the miles on it that mine does, you can triple the pain that comes with age. But...
  • Open the Door, Hal

    I. Houston, Texas. August 7, 2019. Home. It’s been a really hectic month. Florida…. New York…. Cuba… Jamaica… Florida again… Lawsuits… WAR GAMES…. Sometimes you just have to get back home and recharge, and with a two week post-War Games break on tap, that’s just what Dan Ryan decided...
  • Reborn Issue #36 (Bowling Party Edition)

    On the plane ride back to Kansas City following his win at WWH Dystopia…. Noah is shown once again sitting in one of his chairs, alone as usual, making his way back home and hopefully getting some time with his family but at this point there are no guarantees....
  • The Humility Bomb

    Halitosis (narrating): It’s been an eventful past few days. First there was the Humility Bomb. ***(FLASHBACK: War Games- Halitosis Gets Eliminated)*** Ryan jumps back to his feet and sees Halitosis going for the steel chair he dropped from the spear from Ryan. As he picks it up and turns...
  • Musings Upon The Colour Of Rust

    How do you return?   I realise that it might seem a stupid question, but okay, take a step back for a minute, take a proper look at the situation – and do it without your giant fucking ego getting in the way, yeah? Be objective. Rational. Calm.  ...
  • One man’s punishment is another man’s opportunity

    “I would advise all youths aspiring to athletic fame or a professional career to practice clean living, fair play and good sportsmanship.” — Marshall Walter “Major” Taylor, 1878 – 1932   3.45pm. Wednesday, August 7th, 2019. Chicago, IL. “Oh, damn!” exclaimed Silent Witness. “This place…” he trailed off, as...
  • Common Ground

    Business meetings never fit my style.  I hated sitting in board rooms handling my problems.  They felt stuffy and overplayed. Everyone dressed up in their stuffy suits, ties, tried to maintain professional standards.  It never felt natural to me. However, I knew I had a problem that I needed...
  • A Brief History of Evan Ward

    Okay, so let’s start at the beginning. My name is Evan Ward and for the last 8 years I haven’t been the one and only Spiderman. But I have watched that film too many times and expect I’m like the billionth person to make that joke but who cares,...
  • Out with The Old

    People visit beaches for a bunch of reasons. After the sun sets, that number reduces. Alone, it falls further. When the forecast says a storm is about to roll in, it approaches damn near zero.   This is the specific case we find with The Dooze. His old bones...
  • Plan B

    Bwahahahahaha!   Of course that’s me, laughing on the inside. On the outside I’m blown up, laid out on the floor staring up at the ceiling looking like a beached whale gasping for breath. But on the inside?   BWAHAHAHAHAhahahaha!   I do want to apologize to Crash for...
  • Pig Headed

    The old guard is out.  The new guard is in. The roster has seemingly doubled overnight. The pressure to perform, and keep ahead of the pack, doubling right along side of it.  Showcasing a shitburger of a track record, and with the lights now brightly shining down upon them,...
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