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Bruno McCoy The bassist stood on the edge of the stage, looking out at the crowd. A plethora of curses flipped through his mind like high swinging acrobats, terror swarming his mind like clouds of flies on roadkill in the middle of summer, anxiety cornering his rational mind like a tiger...

Bruno McCoy Once he was sure that his bass was in perfect tune, or at least as close as possible he could get it with both his ears and an electric tuner, he looked at the others, a relaxed smile on his face. He wore mostly grayscale, with a few splashes of purple. His shoelaces, the tie...

Bruno McCoy Bruno sat in his car, the keys in his pocket and his bass in his lap. He stared out the windshield of his thrashed Taurus, the only car in the parking lot that was probably more duct tape than metal. But, at least it had already been a silver car. He took a deep breath, trying...

Damion glared at the checkers board in front of him, watching the shadow of his hands appearing to tap in concentration as his shadow tried to figure out where to move. Damion saw somewhere they could move to end him, and if the dark hand went there he was going to flip- The shadow of the one...