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We all have problems we would rather bury than deal with them.  We put them in a hole, cover them in dirt, and think we can forget them.  But it’s like the Tell-Tale Heart, we fixate on that hole, we … Read More

Do you know what the most powerful drug in the whole of Arcadia is?  I’ll give you a hint, it is used on every level from Olympus to The Slums and everywhere below and in between.     It keeps people alive … Read More

As I sit here in the silence of solitary confinement, my mind drifts back to one day I spent with Michaela.  She had gotten sicker than I had ever seen. Her mother trusted me to use my connections to get … Read More

We open on Harold sitting on a chair, a rope at his feet.      There’s a saying, “Give a man enough rope, and he’ll hang himself”.  Loosely translated it means, if you see a foe making mistake after mistake, let them.  … Read More

Legend has it Daedalus and his son Icarus had been captured and tossed into an open-air prison.  Long story short, Daedalus built wings of wood, wax, and feathers for him and his son to use to escape.  However, Daedalus warned … Read More

Mr. Nobody, having left the note with Pegg stands outside the Medical Sector quietly smoking a cigarette in one of the more out of the way locations and as he ashes his smoke he begins to talk to himself.   “He’s … Read More

I climbed the Arcadian ladder from one level to the next by using my existence as its own currency.  At every rung, I exchanged a part of me for my place on that perch.  I handed part of my life … Read More

[We open at an undisclosed location, where Harold Attano sits on box as he pulls a pocket watch from the inner pocket of jacket. Mr. Nobody stares at it for a moment before looking up and directly toward the camera.]  “Time, … Read More

[Harold struts out of the offices of the APD a sly smirk on his face.]     “Sorry Cade, I just couldn’t stay and play your game, I’ll take a rain check though.  I have a bigger playdate ahead of me.”    … Read More

[Harold sits in a chair back in home a satisfied smirk on his face as he sits in his chair cleaning an old, slightly rusted revolver. A cleaning solution next to him on the side table.  Mr. Nobody takes the … Read More