NicceaHakoshenKeep your hands on the wheel dude. There is no rush.
I'm going to run, I'm just on the hwy atm.
It's actually much easier to drive and text than you think, however I'd still advise against it on Louisiana's highways. However, THAT'S how dedicated I am to this game. Plus, now that my sentence in this other county is over, I wont have to spend 2 hours on the road every day. While I can't promise I'll be on ALL day every day, I can promise you that I'll be on frequently, and always in time unless otherwise specified. All cycles will end at 12:00PM GMT, or 6PM central. Days will be 24 hours, nights will be 48 hours unless there's a clamor for another setup.
Anyways, my narrative;
Niccea was sitting in her room, typing with all her might a term paper which was due the following day. Fifteen pages in and everything was coming together well, which was why when the lights and subsequently her computer went out, she flew into a violent rage, cursing everyone from the professor to the cashier at the power company's front desk. When she finally stopped to take a moment to compose herself, she was amazed by the otherwise total silence. The only sound was the gentle hum from the street light outdoors which illuminated her room through the one un-curtained window. Standing up to head for the circuit breaker, she noticed a barely visible silhouette in the doorway. Before she could think to panic, the searing pain of three gunshots tore through her body and she slumped against her chair, unable to move and bleeding profusely. Her assassin stepped forward so that his face was half visible in the light and smirked.
“Twenty points,” he said casually, before re-aiming his gun.
“You!” Niccea gasped, as a growing paralysis spread through her body.
“Say goodnight,” he added, squeezing off one last round and puncturing her head, before turning and slipping into the night from whence he came.