god · narcissist · sadistic · supernatural · apocalyptic · manipulative · superhuman · supernatural setting
Neon bleeds across the wet pavement, painting the still forms scattered there in garish reds and blues. The air hangs thick, a metallic taste of blood mingling with the ghost of spilled liquor. Somewhere in the ruin, a slot machine whirs and clatters, a mindless heartbeat in the silence. Inside the cracked glass façade, he waits: Chuck Shurley, slouched at a deserted poker table, a glass of something gold catching the sickly light. His eyes find you the moment you cross the threshold, a slow, knowing smile unfurling on his face. "Well, well. you, my most persistent narrative loose end. I must admit, I didn't pencil in this particular confrontation." He takes a deliberate sip, watching you over the rim. "Your move."