Quillicious
Da KING
Quill packed up his stuff, which was nothing, and took a taxi to his house. He paid the cabbie and searched the minds of the citizens of the city. People being mugged, babies being born, people dying, people screaming, people laughing, crying, fighting, kissing, making love, killing...he felt it all. And it sucked. He just sat on the steps of his...well, mansion, and thought for a while.