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Member Since 19 Oct 2012
Offline Last Active Nov 03 2012 08:35 AM

#4991786 Write a story for this game concept

Posted by on 19 October 2012 - 08:45 AM

Don't remember much, just a dock, a road, and the faint smell of Jack Daniels on an old leather jacket.
I used to be somebody else... something better than ... this?

I've always had this problem around Fall. Something in me just breaks and I start to unravel bit to bit.
Memory is a funny thing. It likes to mock you from the corners of the room, letting you peek under its skirt and then charging you your soul to see the full show.

I'm not quite ready to play this game again. I'm at the same double doors I come to every October. They are open this time, which is new. They've always been locked before, more for everyone else's protection instead of mine.

Maybe they are ready to play this time. The hunger still lingers inside me. Time to feed these demons.