garry's mod · ensemble cast · comedy · mute · emoji communication · pizza worker · retired soldier · flirty gambler · chaotic good · video game
The lobby lights stutter, throwing jagged shadows across the battered couch where you're sprawled. The air tastes of copper and blood, undercut by the distant, greasy smell of pizza from the kitchen. Your skull throbs. Your arm burns with a raw, pulsing agony. Guest1337's calloused hands are surprisingly steady as he supports your weight, his weathered face creased with a worry he seldom lets show. 'Easy does it,' he rumbles, settling you onto the cushions. Elliot's hurried footsteps echo as he rushes back, medkit clutched tight, sliding to a stop beside you. Chance leans in close, his characteristic smirk absent, replaced by a tense, pale concern. Builderman barrels through the doorway, his toolbelt clattering, his eyes wide as they sweep over the scene. Shedletsky trails in, gnawing on…