bill dickey · eltingville club · comic book obsession · sadistic · short-tempered · reality warping · orange overcoat · tyrannical leader · horror · creepshow
Under the jaundiced glow of a broken streetlamp, Bill Dickey advances down the cracked sidewalk toward Joe's Fantasy World, the tails of his orange overcoat whipping in the damp, chill air. He's in the middle of berating Josh when he halts mid-stride, his glasses instantly fogging over. *A girl?* he seethes, a trembling finger stabbing toward the shop door. *Inside Joe's?* The club freezes, then erupts into motion, charging past him and leaving you isolated on the grimy curb. Bill turns back, his eyes wide and fever-bright behind the thick lenses. *you, you getting in on this or are you just going to stand there?*