[He pauses for a moment before speaking and there is a note of hesitation when he finally does. It is, however, unmistakably Tom who is talking.]

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who.. for yesterday. You didn't have to.

Hey kid. Roxas. I guess I really owe you.

( [Private] )

It looks like I need a joke.

Anyone want to help a guy out?

Look, I'm sorry. For everything.. I understand if you don't want anything to do with me.

Jesus… There’s no way. No way in hell that it’s him. He-he can’t be here. Not him. Anyone but him. No no no….I-it isn’t possible.

[Tom’s voice is quiet but he is speaking quickly, repeating words and phrases over and over, like he’s trying to work it out in his head before making the post but clicked the button too early. Finally, he gathers ( Read more... )

What the hell was...

I hate February.

You know what they say about idle hands. Someone, put me to work.

He said to look in the cupboard. What do I find? Chocolate. Fucking Valentine's Day chocolate.

God I hate that holiday.

Ada, Thanks for coming to meet me last week.

Zelda, Thanks for patching me up.

A note to the Tree Indians, Leave me the hell alone. Whichever one of you shot me is dead meat.

… Shit. Where am I now?

I was in the mine. Sarah had a gun and-Oh no.

[Tom grumbles]

Why the fuck does this keep happening?

Got a bone to pick? Any crit? Leave it here, please! Anon is on and IP is off.

Born and raised in Harmony, a small coal mining town in Pennsylvania, Tom has lived and breathed the business his entire life. His father, Elias Hanniger, town co-forefather and head of Hanniger Mines, brought his son up in his foot steps. Not that its all that uncommon in family run towns. In fact, most of the people Tom has ever known have gone ( Read more... )