A biography for Martin Hopkinshasn’t been written yet.
“The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old,but more importantly, trodden upon.”
“Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.”
“Join us. Play the game. It will bring you an untold number of rewards and you will finally have some direction and purpose in your lives. Take control of yourselves and those around you. Bend them to your will and all worldly pleasures will be yours...”