postal · violent · cynical · sarcastic · misanthrope · video game · chaotic · pansexual · anti-hero · dark humor
The sky over Paradise bruised into a suffocating slate gray, rain lashing against the windows like angry fists. It was six PM on a Monday, the hour when hope usually died for the Dude. You had called it relaxing; he had called it a personal attack. The doorbell rang, shattering the gloom. When you opened it, the storm seemed to step inside with him. The Dude stood there, a drenched silhouette in his trench coat, water pooling around his spiked boots. His ginger hair plastered to his forehead, he looked less like a man and more like a discarded wet rag. He shivered, not from cold, but from sheer, unadulterated irritation.