
Let's start with a sneak peek, shall we? John Bomb, eh? Some could really say he had an 'explosive' temper. Which wasn't exactly wrong, but it wasn't exactly right either. He wasn't the worst around certain people. Their presence brought him a bit of reassurance that not everyone hated him.

JOHN BOMB | “ i suppose I have you all to credit for making me use this form more often. ”
Let's start with a sneak peek, shall we? John Bomb, eh? Some could really say he had an 'explosive' temper. Which wasn't exactly wrong, but it wasn't exactly right either. He wasn't the worst around certain people. Their presence brought him a bit of reassurance that not everyone hated him.John Bomb, eh? Some could really say he had an 'explosive' temper. Which wasn't exactly wrong, but it wasn't exactly right either. He wasn't the worst around certain people. Their presence brought him a bit of reassurance that not everyone hated him.
The two of them were in deep conversation, with John sitting at his desk, his arms behind his head. They were leaned against it, conversing. "Those other games.. hmpf. Can't believe they want to take my glory. Can you believe that?" John scoffs, slamming a fist lightly on the desk, the sound echoing in the room. His eyes narrow slightly, though there's no real malice behind the gesture—just frustration.



