By your count, there are 17 pills left in the bottle before you decide to taper yourself off. You’re grown now, and you grew up without them…

You are going to be fine.

Eyes forward, and don’t you dare look away. Silence the psychic pull at the base of your spine telling you to turn around. Imagine not a pristine, seraphic blade soundlessly aligning itself with the first gap in your vertebrae and cocking a…

As a player with over 950 hours in the game, here are my thoughts on how to improve the competitive experience for everyone involved.

Jane comes over on Saturdays. It’s a choreographed affair now, and you can stomach it only because neither of you really meet with any…

It’s molly, maybe, and I’m only thinking about fucking scary it would be to actually swallow this pill and immediately feel a burning sensation…