Eye See You: The Last Days of Janelle pt. 7

The hangover the next day is welcome.

The pain keeps the fear away. 

That fear.  That damn fear. 

I learned early on that my emotions were not my own. 

They were the Unknown Senders. 

He could turn my dials whenever he wanted.

Anxiety cranked up to 11. 

Booze eases it up. Sex helps sometimes. 

Combine the two and I could pass out for a couple of hours. 

I shower, washing away the stink of failed religious intervention, and my expected slide back into graphic, orgasmic sin.

Smelling like berries and sunshine I get dressed. 

I look at the four walls of my bedroom. 

I feel trapped. 

I have class.  I could go to class.

I remember the picture.

Maybe I’ll see him there.

Randy.

The last name on the list.

Game Updates! Yes, you read that right. GAME UPDATES!

I bet you all thought the next game would never happen.  Well, thanks to a new game creation program it looks like the second game is going to eventually get done.  I'm not going to say much right now, as the game is still in development, but I will post a few things.

The game will focus on Bobby, Kurt, Ashtyn and... Rita.  Yes, Rita, from the serials is making the jump into the games. I'll also be introducing a few new characters (although not all of them will make it out of the game alive...). That also means that the game is connected to the serials, and will reference the serials, and the characters within it. So, if you haven't been keeping up, now is a good time to play catch up! You can use the handy dandy blog history on the side, or just go to the where to start tab.

The game will have fewer choices. Now, this sounds like a negative, but trust me, it is a positive. The choices that are there will have a greater impact on the story, and in turn, on the ending.  Fewer choices means I get to spend more time on building up the actual story and characters.  That was one of the things that sunk Alternate Lives.

Also, while I have said that Alternate Lives is canceled, that isn't entirely true. The game is on indefinite hold. I want to get Accidental Demon Slayers 2 done before digging back into that massive script. Basically this is my way of saying that some version of the game MAY some day come out.

So, there are some much needed updates. Now, I am going to get some much needed sleep, as working on the game has finally tuckered my hyper active brain out!

Letters from the Dead pt. 29

When I got back to the school I found Bobby waiting for me in the parking lot.

Ashtyn had told him what was going on, and he had rushed over. 

When I saw him I didn’t say a word. 

I collapsed into his arms, crying. 

Sebastian’s dried blood was still spattered all over my clothes.

I was tired.

I was scared.
I needed help.

He could help me.

Letters from the Dead pt. 28

Ashtyn called as I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for Sebastian’s parents to arrive. 

“I think I found something.”

She sounded excited.

“Have you ever heard of the Sisterhood of Suffering?”

Of course I hadn’t.

“They were a sect of nuns that believed the world was guilty of unforgivable sins, and that it was their duty to bring about the final judgment. They believed that someone must be consumed by their guilt, devoured by it even, before they could be properly cleansed.”

They were also, Ashtyn explained, originally based out of Wheaton Prep, back when it was a private, all girls’ Catholic school.  Back when three young girls had attempted to resurrect Sumthak and bring about the end of the world.  

I mentioned that to Ashtyn, and she agreed that it was an odd coincidence.

They had a ritual.

They would find a target, say a spell, and slowly start to uncover their guilt. 

When the spell was complete the target would come face to face with the guilt that haunted them.

Only a week and a half left until we meet again.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face my own guilt.

Eye See You: The Last Days of Janelle pt. 6

From the House of God, to a House of Spirits.

Alcohol numbs the fear into a syrupy soup of dullness.

Mommy and daddy had filled up the account. 

I waste away my money, as my mental state slips to wasted. 

The visions blur, and then fade. 

When sobriety threatens to creep back up on me, the shadows erupt. 

My brain… my brain is floating in an eighty proof sea of numbness. 

The fear leaves me, if only for a moment. 

I smile. How long has it been since my last smile?

A man approaches me.  His face is blurry, his speech the same.

He calls me pretty.

I was pretty, once.  I was pretty before the messages, and the pictures.  I was pretty before the lists, the videos.  I was pretty before I some how got caught in this screwed up game.

I fuck him on the sticky floor of the men’s bathroom. 

No rubber needed when your life is a ticking clock.

Ruins pt. 13

Everyone was asleep. 

I took that chance to sneak away, finding a bathroom on the other end of the building. 

Behind closed doors I mourned. 

I cried.

I sobbed. 

I wanted to punch a wall, to break something, but I held back.

I didn’t want to wake the others. 

I know they all feel they way I do.  We all share in our loss. 

The loss of family, security, of our way of living. 

I froze when I heard the bathroom door creak open.

“Ren John?”

Nora’s voice was soft and sleepy. 

“Ren John, are you okay?”

I wiped the tears from my face.  I smiled.

I lie to her, and tell her I’m fine. 

She hugs me, and it takes all my strength not to start crying again.