No Facers

They call them the no-facers. They aren’t really faceless (save for a few, all of whom are products of the same industrial accident). They just refuse to fight, even when provoked. One of their guys got roughed up pretty bad behind the QuickChek last month. Rumor has it they refused to faceup when it happened. They just stood there, unmoved and expressionless as the life drained out of him. 

If you look hard enough, you’ll notice them sitting alongside the curb, usually smoking, sleeping, or partaking in some other equally mundane activity. They almost look like garden gnomes—like decorations. They serve as fillers in the truest sense of the word: they don’t occupy much space, yet occupy all the space at the same time. That’s probably what makes them so dangerous. 

Nobody calls them no-facers to their faces, but they probably wouldn’t mind if you did. You wouldn’t have to worry about being roughed up like that guy behind the QuickChek, at least, if you did let it slip. Still, what scares people is that nobody knows what’ll happen for sure...when one of them will slip. 

The thing is...they do get things done. Nobody knows how, really.  Nobody lives to tell.

See, people often go missing. There’s some speculation—you seriously can’t repeat this ever—that they roughed up the guy behind the QuickChek themselves. 

Maybe he was a deviant. People think that, perhaps, that’s the only time they lose face...when one of their own strays. Some folks even think the whole setup is a master plan to get rid of them all: a purge. Still, no one knows for sure. Probably not even most of them, and you certainly shouldn’t concern yourself with it. All you really need to know anyway is that they call them the no-facers.