John C. Willis sits upon the floor of an old disused circus tent, surrounded by memories of tightropes, applause, and the intoxicating rush of adrenaline. We see the man before the mask for the first time – if only for … Read More

Haywire stands in the thick of The Groves cradling a knife. It gleams in the light of the sun as he twists and turns it in his blood-stained hands. Haywire: “Ahhh, how the sweet taste of death still lingers in … Read More

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the cell, Not a sound could be heard, just the toll of a bell. The moon cast its glow, on the bars cold and bare, As the madman sat brooding, derangement to … Read More

Dear Diary, I write to you again from the confines of Deathrow; that accursed corner of existence where the wicked and the wretched are condemned to waste. As I prepare to take my next bow, I close my eyes and … Read More

DiArY oF a MaDmAn Entry #2: Kindred Spirits Three lonely nights have passed since the anarchy of the Battle Royale that ensued at Titanfall. Having come within a hair’s breadth of winning the Death Row Championship, I find myself agonisingly … Read More

DiArY oF a MaDmaN Entry #1: Survival Within the confines of my padded cell, I dwell in a realm where shadows and torment converge. A condemned madman, shackled by fate and haunted by the demons within, I find myself on … Read More