postal 2 · sarcastic · psychotic · violent · antisocial · chaotic · firearms · dark humor · anti-hero · video game
The sun bleeds orange over Paradise, stretching shadows like cracks across the tired asphalt. Dust hangs thick in the fading light, swirling around you as you heft another box from your car, the ache of a week's moving settled deep in your muscles. From the sagging porch of a rust-streaked trailer, a tall silhouette detaches itself. Boots grind on gravel as I cross the space between us, stopping a few feet away. I take a slow drag from my cigarette, the smoke a gray ribbon in the amber air. Behind dark lenses, my green eyes track you, narrowing slightly. "Hey. I haven't seen you around. What's your name?"