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And now we come to…the end of an era

Today, oddly enough was supposed to be the pay off FINALLY for a number of posts about relationships that I thought might be better than all my previous ruthless on relationships post. And indeed I’ll get to that later.

 

Instead,

Today is a day I bring us to a place I knew could happen, but was happy every time it didn’t. Today we end the hour for the last time. What do I mean? Today is the beginning of a goodbye party. For this blog. Oh it will continue to exist, but a transition is afoot. And so with all transitions, some things remain the same, while other change or are left behind.

If you would have told me 3 years ago as I was studying for the bar that we would be here I would be shocked. But if you would have told me that we would get here after 450 thousand views I’d also be shocked so much attention happened. Words Don’t Do It Justice started as an idea, a bit of fun, and a lot of me. I have buried hatchets with enemies because of this blog, reconnected with old friends, and made new ones because of this blog, found meaning in the midst of my own personal depression because of this place. I have consumed it, and let it consume me. I love it. But loving this blog means knowing what to do. And taking a good long look I know the thing to do is let it go.

But I said this was transition not destruction.

And indeed it is. I’ll be taking Words Don’t Do It Justice away from our blogging past into a show based future. For me, the question was one of logistics. Was it better to end everything and walk away from these years of effort, or find a way to keep the place alive in the hearts of all of you who have supported us? I choose to believe that you will keep supporting us, and I chose to keep this place alive in a new way.

That means giving you what we planned. Give No Quarter, The Wrath of Ruthless, and Words Don’t Do It Justice are the three pillars of Ruthless Radio. 3 shows with different formats that bring you many of the topics you might see written about here, but in a new form and with some new and old faces/voices. Over the next few weeks as we ready to for the relaunch of Words Don’t Do It Justice as a podcast, you’ll get to read some farewells from various alums, and hear from the incoming folks for these shows. You’ll also see the Words Don’t Do It Justice site itself undergo various changes. With plenty of hard work, luck, and you listening in, I hope to earn your trust for these new shows, and continue to hold our interest.

SO! What about Weekend’s Don’t Do It Justice?

Well I’m happy to say our little casual interest site is growing well. And it is going to continue. We had a nice response to the sample chapter from Project 13, and now that game of thrones is done you’ll see a lot of other reviews, news, and related content there. Our gamers are doing their thing, and if Vantinel’s CEO appearance is any indication of commitment, we will only continue to grow over there.

As I end for now I just want to say thank you, and of course to keep watching what we do. But more than that, thank you for being a force for us. We continued to push because you were there with us. 100,000 visitors, 450,000 views, and 3 years of growth, While things must change, I am glad to have made it to this point. A point that let’s me look back and say that YOU made us more than I imagined. And though Words Don’t Do It Justice…Thank you.

 

“THE Ruthless Wonder” Matthew Elisha Williams

Founder of Words Don’t Do It Justice

And now… at the end of the hour

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This week we debuted a brand new podcast with a livestream. We said goodbye to one of the founders. We tackled coons, and hoteps. As well as assault, and the HIV & AIDS treatment drug Truvada.

 

 

I skipped a couple lines to let that sink in.

When this started I literally just wanted to take my usual facebook ranting to a website. I figured it would be like the old days of my Xanga page. Now, now I deal with potential sponsors, have production meetings, worry about our average listening and reading time, and look for brand expansion.

I remind you, I was so bored in the last semester of law school I decided to make a blog to archive the things I would normally rant about on Facebook.

 

So you can understand that having gone from that place to now is rather…amazing if I’m honest. I had no idea. We’ve added and lost people over that time. But more than their contributions or mine, we’ve gotten to know a lot of you. As of this writing, 92,000 of you have come to get to know us over these 3 years of Words Don’t Do It Justice. And you must like it here, because you’ve dropped in 302,000 times.

300000

That is astounding. That is epic. And to think that it has all come before we put up a single ad, before we shilled a single product, without a marketing team, and mostly from the effort of our authors, and their friends and family who have additionally believed in us and shared us with other people.  I can’t tell you enough thank you for all you’ve done and continue to do. It really has made the difference.

What that means is even what I’ve done in the past year isn’t enough. I have to do more. And I am. While we lost a podcast co-host today, I’m proud to say we gained 2 new ones for our show Give No Quarter. While we have Reason on break for a while, I’m happy to say we will be launching Weekends Don’t Do It Justice as its own site (www.wkndlife.com www.weekendsdontdoitjustice.net www.weekendsdontdoitjustice.com). Look for a review of a hilariously bad movie coming over there soon from me.

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I’m also happy to say that I’m teaming with Mr. 9 to 5 gamer himself Bami O to open a new gaming site and channel called “Save State Society” (www.savestatesociety.com www.savestatesociety.net) here soon as well. And we’re open with some great games and reviews. But that is going to take a lot to talk about, and I’ve got work to do there.

You’re here reading because this is about Words Don’t Do it Justice. The granddaddy of them all. Okay, the origin of them all. Three years in, and even though health wise I’ve dealt with issues. Professional life wise, I’ve had great forward steps but also set backs. Heck life in general being strange. After all that I’m proud of where we are. Where you’ve brought us. And so for the third time we come to the end of the hour. Where I say thank you without any reservations. Where for the third time ever, I get to step out of my role as Head Blogger, Editor, Podcast host, Lucremo, THE Ruthless Wonder, and everything that comes with it, and instead just talk to you as Matt Williams. We have a few reflection pieces and some alumni coming back to give us a piece. And we are going to celebrate all the way to my personal birthday on March 14th. But right now I’m just going to end by saying thank you all for bringing me and us from where we were to where we are and pushing us forward to where we are going next. As always Words Don’t Do YOU Justice.

“THE Ruthless Wonder” Matthew Elisha Williams

The WRATH of Ruthless Holiday Special: The Wrong Kind Of Progress

The WRATH of Ruthless is back!

Before our actual relaunch we got together for a Holiday special with a couple topics and some old friends.

The WRATH of Ruthless Holiday Special: The Wrong Kind Of Progress <-Click this and you can download or listen from our SoundCloud

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CHICAGO - DECEMBER 01: Senator Hillary Clinton (D-NY) listens as President-elect Barack Obama introduces her as his choice for secretary of state during a press conference at the Hilton Hotel December 01, 2008 in Chicago, Illinois. Other members of the National Security Team named by Obama at the press conference include Washington attorney Eric Holder as attorney general, Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano as his choice for homeland security and he said Robert Gates would remain as defense secretary. Retired Marine Gen. James L. Jones was selected for the position of national security adviser and Susan Rice as U.N. ambassador. (Photo by Scott Olson/Getty Images)

Yes our Holiday Special is going to cover all of this.

The Prey Ch7: Don’t look up

“That’s where I started to crack. An office party to celebrate reaching our quota for the year much sooner than projected. The boss being lively and getting to feel like ‘one of us’ everyone actually talking, instead of ‘working’ to one another. Me, Evan, just having 8 drinks too many. And Her. Making out with him on the dance floor. I knew I should have come. I tossed my drink back behind me, not caring for who it might have hit, and took the elevator down to be bitter else where.

Of course… That’s too much to ask.
“Hey… Why are you sitting out here for? The party is inside.” She asked me as she came out to see me in the parking lot. It was getting late, and with winter upon us, it was a little chilly out. I refused to face her properly when she stood to my left. Why would she even ask me? She should know good and well why…

“I needed some air.” I lied, undoing the tie around my neck. I want to get rid of this whole suit to be honest. I wanted to go home now, but It seems as though my body was doing other things.

“Really? Some air…” She repeated after me standing with her arm against mine. Why did she have to do that…

I carefully moved away from her and I could hear her feet shuffle to keep from falling over when I did this. “Mad at me?” She asked with a sigh. I should just go… Just leave… Don’t say anything, don’t reply, don’t try to make her understand…Just go.

“Why would I be? A better question is why are you out her with me when number one is inside?” Dammit, I didn’t mean to snap… I need to leave, Before I do something else wrong.

“Maybe because I like you more?” She said in such a soft voice… I hate it when she does that.

“Yeah. But you love him.” I won’t hold back anymore… Just say it. “I’m done doing this. Playing this game; like this is enough. Its not. And I’m fucking done with having the ‘scraps’ when he’s done with you.” I took a deep breath, and felt so light after saying that. I could finally feel my body doing as I had commanded it over and over, like clicking on a link and getting it to load a minute later.

She was silent. I refused to look at her this whole time… We both knew I’d heel like a good boy if I saw her. As I turned my back to her properly and began to walk I could hear her, almost heartbroken. “Is that what you think of me?”

It doesn’t matter what I think! It doesn’t matter what I feel! This is about you, getting your way! “Go back inside, Vanessa”  My feet finally started moving me forward, and my heart just sank lower with each step.

 

“Hey… Hey…” Evan began to stir in his bed to the sound of someone calling his name. He looked with crust in, and around his eyes a terrible nights sleep to the butcher knife murderer that he was currently joining forces with to keep from being killed. He had somehow forgotten about this.

“You talk in your sleep. And who is Vanessa?” Val asked, probing the guy who’s home she had been staying in for a couple of days now. She did a lot of asking questions whenever he was home, and seemed to have made her self comfortable here. Evan decided the smart thing to do was given in with no fight. She asked, he answered. She ordered, he did. For the most part, she wasn’t a pain, though he seemed to realize that she had gotten into his bed at some point after he went to sleep last night.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” He said before yawning just as he finished his sentence. Val was laying beside him over the bed covers while Evan slept under them and was wearing one of his shirts, even though he had gotten her clothes since she ‘moved in.’

“Fine. But you need to wake up. There’s a cop car outside, and I think they might be here for you.” She told him with little to no urgency in the matter. This seemed to wake him up well enough, Evan falling out of his bed and rushing to the window to look.

He grumbled loud enough to hear, and even more when she started to chuckle, since there was no cop car to be seen. “Oh, you think that is funny?!” He said, said, taking a few deep breaths. The panic in his face was priceless, and the way he seemed to wake up and dart to the window was noted by Val over this.

“Hilarious.” She smirked to him and got up from his bed, walking over to pat his shoulder. “I need to know that you can wake up the second there is danger, and move just like you did. When we have to deal with these people, we are going to need to be quick and alert.” She reminded him.

In two days, Val would lead him to another killer’s den to kill before they were attacked, a plan that Evan did not question at all. While the two looked down at the street carefully, they were unaware of a security camera on the corner that had never been there before scanning over the street looking left and right slowly. there seemed to be more on other corners in the area, all of them on the look out for something. The logo on them was a light house with the words ‘LookOut’ at the base of it.'LookOut'

 

The Prey: Ch5 Loose ends

“Where is Evan?! He’s never been late before!” Hill yelled as he power walked down the hall of the office floor of the building. Sweat on his brow like the heat was on in the well air conditioned office, tugging at the collar of his suit, brand named something or another, but simply expensive to others. He looked to the cubicles for answers from men and women to busy with their own work to be concerned about the dilemma that seemed to have their boss worried.

Evan’s role there seemed to be a major one, but some how he remained to himself most of the time. He was in on time and out on time, and moved too quick for anyone to give him a second thought, or approach him for even small talk. Mr. Hill however, relied on Evans to always have the most important documents at his desk, and never once failed to get them on time. This was the one thing that Hill never worried about, with this being the first time it had ever happened since Evans was hired. He found himself at Evan’s cubical, looking to it with such concern, as if his gaze would somehow summon him there.

In the Cubical over from him, the radio was playing as always, news updates on traffic and other stories to be told later on in the morning. “Turn that thing down, please!” Hill shouted in annoyance. Hill looked like he was going to collapse as he looked from his left to his right like a lost child in a crowd. “HENDRIX! I need you to do me a favor!” Hendrix shot up from his cubical and turned to face his boss like a meerkat being called from its home by day light.

While his boss worried for his return, the man in question was storming back home, seeming much calmer after the events of the previous night. His formal attire was riddled with sweat patches that had no success in drying out.

“The whole place.. clean.. That guy’s body… All his blood… And that woman and her weapon were gone too. What if the hidden party involved in this really was hiding out nearby and watching?! Did they clean it up to-” He grumbled to himself and then suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking around a bit. “Loose ends.. LOOSE END!” He said out loud, freaking out the few people walking along the side walk near him. He broke out into a sprint to get home, realizing that he was the last end to be tied in all of this.

(Whatever faction cleaned the crime scene will be after you soon. Nothing was left, no bodies, not blood, no trace. With no real means to defend yourself, your best course of action is to call the police. These people are too strong for you to try and face alone anymore.)

“What will you do?
xA) Face them anyway
xB) Try to skip town

>C) Call the authorities.

His other two options were to much for him to get into leaving town wouldn’t solve anything if he was being watch, at the very least if he called the police now, it would be investigated even if he didn’t make it through. Facing them? There would obviously be more than one, and he got lucky last night getting out alive. He won’t have the element of surprise to keep him from dying. He tried to be vigilant on his own, skulking to the crime scene and risking being caught if everything was still there, or worse, if he walked in on the hidden party cleaning up after themselves.

Calling the police would be his next plan of action. As he rushed up the stairs and turned sharp down the hall to his apartment, he unlocked the door, got in and locked it back almost as fast. He took a deep breath and turned around to look for his land line phone. His hand reached out as if were expecting it to come to him, though he moved rapidly toward it.

>A) DODGE!!!!!!!!!!

Something made his senses go nuts, alarms blaring in his head, and his body perspiring madly as if he was standing before an oncoming train. From out of the open closet to his right,  a butchers knife swung around and wedged it’s self into the wall where Evan’s head nearly was. He could hear her pants as she stepped from around the corner, her body shuddering visibly as she gripped the handle tightly to her murder weapon.

Blood ran down from her head to her leg after the damage she sustained from Evans last night. Her head was wrapped with gauze and it seemed as though the bleeding stopped, but as she pulled her weapon free, her buckling knees and stagger walk made it clear that she hadn’t properly recovered from the night before. She sneered at him, pulling back her sharp weapon to attack the panicking Evans.

(The killer from the night before is alive! Judging from the dried bloody bandages around her head your attack managed to do a lot of damage to her… She doesn’t seem to let that stop her as she lunges at you! You are fighting the ‘Crazed Ally Killer!’)

“What will you do?!”

A) COWER!
B)FIGHT BACK!

>C) Try to reason with her!

Evans didn’t want this. he didn’t want this at all. He waved his hands at her, tears streaming down his face as he barely managed to dive out of the way of her next attack and get around her and further in to his home.

“PLEASE! WAIT!! Look! I don’t know anything! I Don’t! I w-w-won’t tell anyone.. Please! DON’T!” He tried to speak to her, only to have her chuck the weapon at him in her rage. Evans nearly fainted when the sound of the blade wedging into the wall behind him revealed her miss. Though only by inches. She ran up to him, her left poised like a claw, and her right into a fist.

(She’s disarmed…. She’s smaller than you…. She ha only seen you cower, and is rushing you as if you have no spine… Show her!)

As Evan got pumped up by the text appearing in his head, he moved to attack her only to be countered by the smaller being. A hay maker to Evan’s chin… A knee to his gut, and an elbow to his chin. Evans found himself being torn apart by the little monster, who’s weapon was only half as deadly as she. A quick grab would turn the tables when Evans got hold of one of her arms, yanking her in to a powerful kick to knock her back and away from him so that he could catch his breath. She went through the class table he had sitting there near the love seats that surrounded it. Evan swallowed down the mouth full of blood he had and tried to breath for a few moments, thinking that maybe he managed to end it.

Evans looked to where she was on the floor, once again seeming lifeless like the last time he used force against her. He turned away to walk toward his phone again, slouching and putting his hands to his knees for support. No sooner than when he took a single step, the killer jumped onto his back, and took heavy swings at his head. Her attacks seemed to finally send Evans into a rage, the massive man taking his fears and choking them down with his anger. As she bashed her small rock like fist into his head, Evans would slam her into his walls with all the force he could muster, the two wrecking his whole place in the process. She got off of him just before he slammed her into his front door, where she revealed that she had gotten her weapon back. She walked up to him with a wide grin, thinking she had won, though Evans looked far from ready to give in. He barely managed to catch the hand that swung down the weapon, still slightly covered in dried blood from the first kill. It became a power struggle with both of them using both arms to push. It was amazing that the woman trying to kill Evans was so strong given how much smaller she looked.

The tension between the two was high, when suddenly, they both froze up.

‘Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.’

“Hey, Evans?” Called out a man’s voice. “It’s Hendrix? Mr. Hill asked me to come and see if you were all right. The number you provided wasn’t working, and he sent me here to check on you.” He explained in a loud voice, in case Evans was to far from the door to hear him.

It was silent, the two in Evans’s house glaring each other down, as if agreeing to wait for him to leave, which was odd since Evan could use a hand here, clearly. both of them breathing carefully and quietly in case he was listening.

“I know you are in there, I heard a whole bunch of noise on my way up here right up until I knocked… If you aren’t feeling well, then you should’ve called out sick.” Hendrix reminded him as he waited for a reply.

With his killer glaring into his eyes, the life of his coworker possibly in his hands, Evan’s mind was actually much clearer now. As if waiting on him, the power struggle between the fighters came to a halt, but only until the issue of Hendrix was solved. Evans looked to her and then to his door, and then back to her with a puzzled expression.

“What will you do?”>SAVE GAME?

The Prey: Ch4 Head in the game

Evan's home

Evan’s home

[It was as dark as midnight outside by the time Evan’s panicked sprint got him to the apartment building he lived in, cars still moving around as if it were only a midday. It was needless to say it was rather loud, since their was also a train running above the main street he lived on. He wouldn’t find any peace and quiet here, if that’s what he sought]

[As Evan stumbled carefully from the stairs and to his apartment, he fumbled through his pockets for the keys to his door. His hands were shaky, his sight was blurry, and proper thoughts evaded him. His mind was like a fuzzy t.v. with white noise playing loudly along with it, but what he focused on was a small box that appeared in the middle of it all. a small box where text would appear to him like in his games.]

(You are still shaken up from your first battle. Once you unlock the door, you can head inside. Try to keep calm and locked the door carefully behind you.)

“What will you do?”
>A.) follow the instructions
B.) ////////////
C.) ////////////
D.) ////////////

[There weren’t many options to choose from, so he did the only thing that made sense. A few clicks from his keys, and he was inside his sanctuary, locking it down and stumbling over to the love seat in the middle of his two bedroom apartment. He broke down, breathing heavily as his mind finally played through everything that happened. Seeing a man murdered, and then killing someone himself. Watching crime movies and knowing that finger prints or his wallet would lead officers to his door, he was some how careful enough not to do such things, which only made him feel more guilty. Was he a killer on the inside somewhere. Rocking back and forth, he questioned and tried to rationalize everything, while also guilting himself over his actions.

(You are now at a crossroads…. On one hand, you have successfully left the scene of the crime with no trace of your involvement. With some time, you may be able to move forward with life like nothing has happened if nothing leads to you….. On the other, You could turn your self in and be honest over what happened. You heard the killer. You’d be next if-)

[Evan jumped up with widened eyes, wiping drool from his mouth as he tried to calm himself and think straight as he recalled hearing something she said.]

“She… She shouted that there was someone else….Like someone had just told her this information.” Evan realized as he paced to his window, the V train came by with no regard to the sleeping neighborhood. “She knew I was there! Someone else was watching and knows my face! Knew I was there! Probably saw the whole thing!” He said, gritting his teeth tightly, his gums bleeding from the force he applied.
[Fear began to rack his body, as he held his head tightly. questions began to run all through his head, leaving him no room to think and answer anything. ‘Was he set up? Was it recorded? How would he get out of this? What if they made him look like the criminal? Was this why the gates were locked? Why him? What had he done to deserve it? Who would target him?’ His mind slowly fell back into that panicked state, though this time, he acted out more violently. Evan swung hard at old items that sat on counters and stands near him, punching his wall repeatedly as he cursed the imaginary conspirators of his demise. He then cursed his ignorance, as he couldn’t think of anyway out of this situation. In the darkness of his home, he felt helpless, weak, and alone.]

(You still have the options given to you, try to pretend it never happened, or confess your sins to the authorities. The chose is yours, Evan.)

“What will you do?”
A.) Call the police and confess.
B.) Pretend it never happened.

As he fell to his knees, his body weak with fear and anxiousness, Evan couldn’t decided. “No…. I can’t… I can’t choose either of those… Someone out there knows…”

“What will you do.”
A.) Turn your self in.
B.) Accept that you are a murderer.

“I’m not a killer… I didn’t do it because I wanted! I DIDN’T! I HAD TO LIVE!”

“Choose.”
A.) Life in prison.
B.) Criminal.

“I…I….Someone…Vanessa….” He whispered a name to himself, laying on the floor carefully and sobbing to himself as his own guilt had him to afraid to do anything. The more he thought, the more he convinced himself that there was nothing he could do and that he was just as much a criminal as the two who died.

[Evan laid there in the middle of his living room the rest of the night until almost six in the morning, his face covered with dried tears, mucus, and drool from the sudden outburst he went through over the night. The text continued to pop up, and he couldn’t bring himself to answer it. They were both the same answer by the time sunlight peaked into his apartment.]

“Choose.”
A.) Suffering
B.) Suffering
C.)

[Evan slowly began to set up and pressed his back to the wall where his window was and took a few deep breaths. It didn’t matter what happened next, last night won’t go away. Whoever else was involved had helped kill the thief, and wanted him dead as well. He had already come to this conclusion, but he never thought about it carefully. Whoever did this would have finished him off by now. they could have followed him home, they could have ended it while he went for his wallet. They could have done anything, but they didn’t.]

“Choose.”
A.) No way out
B.) NOW WAY OUT
>C.) Go back.

[Evan rose to his feet slowly and tested his legs, stomping them to make sure they were working right and wouldn’t give out right away. He didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t want to worry anymore. It ended with him breaking down each time his mind went there. It was over. If he got caught he’d tell the truth. That was all he could do, and he wouldn’t argue with himself anymore. He found himself leaving his apartment heading outside, his brown skin now pale and clammy. Those early birds walking outside to their cars saw him and gave him a wide birth, not fearing him, but trying not to get puked on, as it seemed he’d do that at any given moment.]

(After a long walk back where he came from, Evan stood at the entrance of the alley. He panted heavily, recalling the man who stole from him before he went in through this very same entrance. As he walked in, he recalled it all vividly, his thoughts from when he was here so foolish to him now and regret slowly creeping back up. He fought it back and navigated further into the maze. His heartbeat increased as he could hear the sound of a garbage truck around the next corner. the corner where it all went down. His chest was rising and falling like a little asthmatic kid having an attack.)

“What will you do?”
A.) Leave.
>B.) Listen.
C.) Peek around the corner.

[He listened, and listened hard, but all he could hear was foot steps, and the noisy thud of garbage being tossed into more garbage, and then the sound of the truck as it move forward pass him and into the next section of the alley. The sanitation workers didn’t seem to notice him as they moved on to the next set of trash to collect. Carefully he stalked around the corner, his eyes wide and face plastered with sweat and crusted snot. He looked upon the alley, not a body to be found, no blood to speak of, and no murder weapon to behold. This somehow made him feel even more afraid that before, his gut giving in before he began to vomit near the empty cans closer to the very one he used last night.]

>SAVE GAME?

The Prey: Ch3 Enter the Rabbit’s Hole

 

[A daylight blue sky had grown darker in a short time, street lights coming to life one shortly after the other. The smell was every kind of unclean of expired mess that one could expect to find in such a place. Trash cans and dumpsters that don’t look like they’ve ever been clean a day after they were placed sit firmly where they were overflowing with the waste and unwanted of the area’s denizens. A total of 5 exits to the street, leaving no way out for anyone to have gotten stuck inside.][Around eight o’clock… Somewhere… People were opening their laptops, and booting up their computers, running through several websites before pausing at a black screen. The image of a wooden door with the words “Rabbit’s Hole” written over it in cartoonish red paint. A click of the mouse would require user names and passwords, standard practices of course, and once inside, live streams were available to those who were successful in logging in. The option to review old postings, or find out about new ones were to the left and right, respectively. While the center of the page focused on the current nights entertainment.[Tonight’s game was “Hide & Seek”, One of the lowest view counts, it wasn’t the most popular showing, but it stayed afloat. A simple game where one comes into the area, and has to remain hidden for a set amount of time while being sought by the seeker. A simple one-on-one game, but a change in the video description caught the eyes of users.
‘The seeker’s prey has been released into the hunting grounds, but the seeker is unaware of another that has wandered in. Will the seeker be able to find both?’
Several wellplaced cameras looked over the area, one of which spotted a drunk guy stumbling around while looking and then digging through the wallet he ‘found.’ Those watching this feed would See above his head the word ‘target’ in bold red letters. Another showed a second man dressed in a buttondown with a tie. He had a big frame, but somehow, looking at him as he walked around the alley, many found it funny how he navigated, bumping into things and fearfully backing away with his hands out as if apologizing. Views added up over this new development.]

“Evan…. Evan Bartholomew Spent…. That is a funky name…” Laughed the drunk as he scavenged through the wallet he lifted. Not that he had need to see the I.D. inside, once he counted the money that was in the wallet, he decided that he’d get the name of the guy who kindly gave him a few bucks to spend. It was around now that he realized he had been in this alley for while and hadn’t been followed. “Guess I lost him… Ughh, Need to get home… Feels like I’m sober and drunk at the same time… No… Not a hangover… Just…?” As he rambled to him self, shoving the wallet into his back pocket, he saw a figured standing before him, a wall light shining orange against their tan colored coat. A hood covered their face and the rest of the coat came all the way down to their feet where two thick looking boots stood out, but the stranger was about the same height as the drunk. The puzzled expression on his face began to sink more, the stranger not saying a word or moving. Was it a guy? A girl? Both…Neither? He fussed with his eyes, something glinting at them from the stranger. Light beaming from the knife they had in hand.

Butcher(Its getting late. You cannot seem to find the thief who made off with your loot…”

“What do you do?”

A.) Go home, and shut down all bank cards, and apply for new I.D.’s to be issued.
B.) Throw a tantrum.
>C.) Chase him down and get back what is yours.
D.) Call the police.

“I think I’ve been playing too many of those games… I look at everything like a multiple choice question now…” Said Evan, the wallet’s owner. He had taken a wrong turn or two while chasing the thief, a chance wind making some noise in the wrong direction tricked him into thinking that he went that way. It was looking less likely that he’d find this guy, who probably cut out of this maze like alley moments after getting in.

(You have likely been set up… This is the ‘Thief’s Den.’ After a hit and run, they dart within and lose you inside. While making off with your loot, they will leave you to be maimed by the scum and low lives that dwell here. Perhaps you should make haste before the latter befalls you…)

“What do you do?”
>A.) Get the hell out and go home.
B.) Keep searching.
C.) Throw a tantrum. (It could work…)
D.) Stand still and think about it some more.
“….Did I just come up with that? That’s make for a good location in that ‘g.o.g.’ game to visit… Mid Level location though.” Evan thought to himself as he head back the way he came. It was easy for him to find his way back, but was confused over the fact that there was now a barbed wired metal fence blocking his way, sealed by lock and chain on the end where it was pulled shut to.
Evan looked it over and figured this might be to prevent homeless people or thugs from trying anything funny throughout the alley. It was the best way for him to rationalize what was going on. He didn’t panic, realizing that the other guy found a way out, and that all he needed to do was take a new turn here or there.
“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE?!?” Shouted a voice from further away from where Evan walked. Simply excited to hear another voice, He rushed back with a right and a left to the source of the voice, his relieved expression slowly fading away as he got closer to the scene.
[Sat up against the wall was the thief, his head drooping down in Evan’s direction and his eyes wide and looking to him. Every attempt to call out was thwarted by the thick gurgle of blood that built up at his sliced neck. His hands twitched frantically, his legs push and kick weakly at the ground as if trying to push him up, but couldn’t bring him from the ground at all. Everything he did, every futile move was his way of crying for help. Seeing Evan there, seemed to give him hope. Tears flooded from his face, as if he would be saved by the man he stole from not to long ago. His hopeful gurgling, along with Evan’s inability to understand what he was seeing were all ended with a swift swing from the killer. The Butcher’s knife came down upon the thief’s head with such force, it nearly sat directly between his eyes.]
(Survivors of great wars, who were on their last dying breath, would look to the horizon and see the Calvary arrive just in time. Such a peaceful look, as if the burden had just been lifted from their weary bones and they could rest… It was there, frozen on the thief’s face while a butcher’s knife sat wedged into his skull… The Killer stands over it’s kill and looks almost disgusted.)
“What do you do?”
A.) RUN.
B.) RUN!!!
C.) Hide.
D.) RUN YOU FUCKING MORON!!!
>E.) ???!
[Evan looked to the killer, their knee high boots to the dead man’s chest, one hand trying to pull the weapon loose, while the other held the phone to their head. While rough and angry, the voice and legs of a woman were at work before him. She didn’t seem to notice his presence standing not to far away from her, more focused on getting some information about her surprise guest, ironically.]
“Okay, give me a hint? ….He’s nearby?” She repeated, before stumbling back, finally getting her weapon back from the thief’s head. “Much better… Now, how near are we-” The killer was cut off suddenly, the growing whine that was rushing toward her didn’t seem to get her attention until the last moment with an old metal trash can was slammed into her like a battering ram by Evan, shouting as he charged her like a mad man. She was sent flying into the dumpster further down the ally with such force that she bounce off of it and hit the ground just as hard. Evan didn’t bother to go check, but from where she was, she didn’t move or make a sound, and he wasn’t about to confirm his possible murder.
If not for his own very heavy breathing, Evan would assume he was also dead after all of this. The sights filled him with the urge to vomit and the warmth traveling down his leg told him that this wasn’t the place he wanted to be. This thought, was fighting with dozens of others and left his mind was scrambled, he couldn’t figure out what to say, or how he even got to this point. As dozens of thoughts and reactions ran rampant through his head, Evan slowed down his breathing until he was a able to take one deep breath. What felt like an eternity, was a short five minutes of breath control before suddenly a text appeared in his head, the same way it would in his text based games.
[Having beaten the beast in the ‘Thief’s Den’, Evan searched the remains of the thief for his loot and haste fully left the scene before anything else could be done. Unless there was something else to be done…]
“What will you do?”
A.) Call the police and tell them everything.
B.) Break down and scream like a mad man.
C.) Say something witty.
>D.) Quit stalling, grab your wallet and haul ass!
Evan carefully snaked his wallet out of the thief’s pocket, trying not to touch anymore than he needed to and collected his property.  He rushed from the alley as fast as he could, tumbling over and over as his legs seemed to give out on him from time to time at first. Without realizing it, Evan would escape by leaving the alley from the same way he entered.
[This brought an end to the live feed of ‘Hide & Seek,’ one of the lowest viewed feeds, had now received  one of the highest view counts among the top 5 feeds, most comments going to the surprise ending, and the desire to see the ‘Trash Man’ again.]