I want to have things my way. Sick fucks like Moby only get in my way.
From Create Your Own Story
It was time a piece of the cancer was cut out. Something inside you gave way and you rushed Moby, who was a little too preoccupied to see you coming until you had his own knife at his throat. "Let her go or your blood will be on the pavement." Moby's eyes flashed with fury, but he comlied readily enough as Jane fell back and inched a few feet away. You feel nothing wrong with what you did. "That's the problem with barbaric brutes like you. You can't think beyond the end of your cock." The headache was worsening.
Do you:
| Status Bar | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
iPod, backpack with lunch, Moby's knife |
| Status | {{{Status}}} | |
| Gender | Male | |
| Social Group | Loner | |
| Boyfriend/Girlfriend | ||
