Team Hoyt

I'm not ashamed to say- I cried when I saw this.

Some of you may have seen this before. Gets me every time.



I've had enough of mediocrity. Seriously. 20-odd years of it is enough. Time to do something. Time to actually live.

Nice seeing you again

The party was rocking. Music, the buzz of voices, the clink of glasses, laughter-some of it merry, some rather forced. I had noticed her across the room. Dressed in black as she was, it was hard not to. Even after all these years, she took my breath away. I walked over.

"Hey you", I said. "Nice party huh?"

She turned to look at me.

Flesh-eating, ,eye-gouging, skin-scratching, heart-bleeding, skull-crushing, life-blighting, soul-destroying darkness. Darkness drawing me deeper and deeper down a long well, a long spiraling descent into a place where all sense of self is lost- where all you ever were, all you wanted to be, and all you are is lost, sucked down into a miasma and maelstrom of never ending destruction, torment, suffering.

"Yeah, it's nice", she said. "You having a good time?"

"Oh, yeah", I replied, sipping my drink. "I usually do."