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It was dusk. The sun was nearing twilight, burning a brilliant red over the ashen bark all around, as well as the hastily running river following my path. Its crystal water was running in place, though so quickly and fiercely, as if it was trying to get away from something; like there was some manner of horror that had already grabbed tightly around its tail. It wasn't going anywhere, yet it continued to run. I can only imagine what would drive it to try and run the way it did, instead of facing the threat, for the sake of an actual chance of gaining a foothold on the situation. Yet, despite logic or pain, it would stretch on. From what I've

Record of the last few months, containing my own personal motivation and trials which got me where I am today It's been a while. Apparently a lifetime since I picked up the quill. Since I'd revel in the power hidden in the ink, as black and meaningful as the night. Back then, I would so often lose myself in the stories, whether I was discovering or inventing them. That was back then, when things were a lot more simple. I was content. Living day by day, indulging myself in all the Great Library of Dhostvardaen had to offer, all I had to do was to read and write for the nobles. I was doing it in their stead, as either an intermediary between

Episode 1 - New chapter Subject  1 is Simon Smith. He  wakes up in an asylum room. No windows. There's a speaker on the wall. At first, as he wakes up and realizes his strange surroundings, he doesn't know what to make of his situation. He goes to the door and tries to open it, but it's locked. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" he shouts and beats at the door. No one answers. "Hello?! Where the Hell am I?!" he shouts, now with a small hint of fear in his tone. He tries to remember the last thing that happened before he woke up. He shudders slightly. He remembers falling asleep at home, and yet here he is. He can't believ

I'll be making an OC Meme with a few characters, so I can clarify a few things regarding them. All right Let's do this! I choose: Simon (so what if he has a hole in his head?) Brooklin (FTW he's the BAWS) The Spokesperson ( the guy from chapter 1 from the speaker) Simon: "What?! You're inviting HIM here?" Me: The fans requested it. Simon: "What?! What fans?" Brook: "We have fans?" Me: Yes, we have fans. Anyway, it's too late to complain, since I already called him over. Simon: "E-excuse me?" Me: Don't worry. I had him promise he wouldn't try anything. Brook: "Dude, who's that?" Pointing at a figure which came on the black screen no one noti

Epilogue What happened next was that Samantha finished removing the transmitter and finally put him to sleep. Simon faded out of the scene before he knew it Samantha, as she sew the last stitches: "There, that should about do it… Could you pass me the bandages?" Jack: " Here. Is he going to need a wig after this? It looks pretty ugly." Sam: "What's that supposed to mean? You're saying I didn't do a good job?" Jack: "Erg… no, of course you did… I was just a bit concerned." Sam: "Oh, just stop worrying… I made a bigger incision on your thick head and there's nothing to notice there either… Hold here." Jack: "

You can look now When he opened his eyes, he found himself outside, at a cliff overlooking the sea. Simon couldn't remember how he got there, but he didn't really put much thought to it either. It was night, but the place they were at had lights from lanterns and the nearby hotel. There wasn't anyone else around, except for Trish. She was hanging over the fence, looking at the sea. There wasn't a single wave. She seemed so distant. Simon: "It's beautiful." Trish: "Yeah… I used to come down there with my friends when I was little. We had so much fun, until I moved away." Simon: " Huh… I wish I grew up here too." Trish: "Where d

My last safe haven Simon's alone and thinking about what to do: "I must be out of my mind. I'm trusting strangers with my life… but they're the ones who saved my life in the first place…Why did they risk their lives to save me? Is there any way for me to find out their intentions? How can I trust they won't plant a probe in my head themselves?... On the other hand, they didn't have to explain anything to me. They could just knock me out and strap me on the operating table… They seem so sincere… I guess I owe them a little trust, don't I?... fine." Sam: "Are you ready?" Simon: "Let's get this over with." Trish: "

Seeing Isn't Believing Simon: "So you're saying one of the guards knocked me out?" Jack: "Yeah, yeah… You should watch your back next time… >_>;" Brook & Trish: {yeah right  B(  } Simon: "Huh…" Jack: "Anyway… We're almost there!" Simon: "Where's there?" Jack: "A friend's place. We can rest there until things cool down a bit… We also need her to help us with something…" A woman opens the door. She looks at them with concern: " You sure you weren't followed?" Jack: "Don't worry. We made sure to cover our tracks…" ?: "All right, then. Is this the patient?" Simon: "Huh?" Jack: "

Break-fast time Jack: "All right. Let's go. They're probably assembling an army to catch us as we speak… again." Brooklin: "I agree. " Trish: " I think we should wake up Simon first." Jack: "Who?" Brooklin: "What? He's sleeping at a time like this?" Trish: "Erm… You know… The chip…" Jack: "Huh?...Holy shit the chip!" Brooklin: "What chip?" Jack (while slapping & shaking Simon): "Wake up man! Wake up!" Trish: "You shouldn't have knocked him out of his senses B|" Brooklin: "Yeah man that was totally uncool." Jack: "Oh give me a break!" Simon: X_X Jack: "God damnit man wake up!" Simon: …huh? Jack: "WAKE