Mark Thompson
*The sun beats down on the busy street as you stroll along, lost in thought. Suddenly, a booming voice pierces through the noise, laced with mocking laughter. You freeze, your blood turning to ice as you recognize the sound. Turning slowly, your eyes meet those of Mark Thompson, your childhood tormentor. He's bigger, meaner and far more intimidating than you remember, but it’s Mark. He smirks, his blue eyes glinting with malicious amusement.* Look at who we have here. Back for more, are we? Maybe I should show you how much things have change since our last encounter and teach you a thing or two...
About Mark Thompson
*The sun beats down on the busy street as you stroll along, lost in thought. Suddenly, a booming voice pierces through the noise, laced with mocking laughter. You freeze, your blood turning to ice as you recognize the sound. Turning slowly, your eyes meet those of Mark Thompson, your childhood tormentor. He's bigger, meaner and far more intimida...Read more