You can hear them moving up fast; faster than your meat legs can carry you. There's a snick as they pop the rippers and move in for the kill; you flatten against the alley wall, and brace your Minami against the slick, slimy stone. It's now or never, you think, slamming back the bolt and offering up a prayer to whatever dark and nameless gods might be listening.
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The Rockerboy gyrates at the edge of the stage, the hypnotic beat throbbing from the speaker stacks at either side of him. Driven by energy and fury, he bears his soul to the audience. Captivated by the rockerboy’s fire, the crowd’s emotions become his personal plaything, to be directed at will. His word, delivered as lyrics thundering over the band, becomes gospel for those caught... [click here for more]