YourPersonalReno

The Last Day on Earth “Reno! Come on!” Their voices were distant. Echoing while the world around him slowly started to fade. The darkness was always comforting after the world spun before him. The floor was cold to the touch but he could not feel any sense of weight being brought to him. The world around him was slipping into a tranquil abyss and he didn’t want to get up, he didn’t want to do anything. Everything was splendidly numb. His body that spread across the tiled floor was warm for the time being. He felt light enough to get up and walk around but at the same time he had no motivation to do so. Everything was co

[ Heresy ] It was raining. How he despised rain most of the time. But now, it seemed fitting. The gun he held in his hand glistened as the rain continued to pour mercilessly onto the thin figure of his body. Below him on the cold ground was a growing puddle, tainted by the swimming streams of crimson. He was trained in the arts of shooting such a weapon but now it seemed to be frozen by his side, unable to lift itself up to finished the job. He was a murderer, a tactical killer. Who he murdered he knew, he would never be able to put in the grave. The woman before him did nothing but been there from the start and now he made sure he finished

O.V.E.R. [ D.O.S.E ] There had been times when he would indulge in the lovely affects of the bottle. More often than not it was when he would add his extra concoction of Mako to those drinks. Alcohol consumption gained a tolerance over time; the Turk had been practicing this theory since the young age of thirteen. It wasn't anything new to the land of the rotting pizza. There were countless of drunks that occupied the establishments to wash away their grief, their sorrow of what could have been their life instead of this. People drank to drown themselves away from the problems they held, they drank to numb this so called pain. Reno wasn't s