Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

We went away for a while. Moving to another server was just so much effort. All that clicking.

I bet you missed us

Wow, what a great game.  That’s really all there is to say about it.  I particularly enjoy the green packaging.  But really what struck me was Activision’s odd efforts to get back to their roots in VGA point and click gaming.  Whoever said the genre is dead clearly needs to play this game.  However, I didn’t enjoy the scarcity of ammunition.  How am I supposed to fight zombies if I don’t have enough ammo to do it?  Give me the tools to get the job done or else go home, Left 4 Dead.

Something really needs to be said about the co-op though.  That’s where this game really shines.  I simply had to hook up my X-Box 360 to my friend’s using the Activision E-Link Cable that came with the game and we were off.  The brilliance was how they had two players controlling one screen, instead of splitting the screen into two.  I controlled the movement and my friend controlled the actions.  Really a stroke of genius on the developer’s part.

If I had to review this game, which I do, then I would give it at least twelve stars.  Really it could go no lower, it’s so amazing.  Buy it today! 

How are you today?

Really? That’s very interesting.

Thank you! I like my hair too :) You’re neat.

You what?

D:

I AM OFFENDED

The board crashed down on the stone dock.  The rain had eased up, but the stone was still slick with it, covered in the slime of the sea.  I still remember the wind blowing through my hair.  The bustling of the city was a bit of a shock after months at sea with just the captain, crew, and our strange passenger.  They dressed nicely, and their beautiful housing lined the coastline in the distance.  I could see in this kind of city we weren’t getting help lifting our cargo except from our passenger.

He tried to leave the ship quickly, but I grabbed his shoulder quickly, stopping him.  “Your job’s not done yet, mate, we need you to grab a crate.”  It was at that point I noticed something odd about him.  He turned around,  his robes shifting oddly in the wind, and there was something in his eyes.  He was old and weary, but there was something angry in him.  There was a hatred burning behind the glassy stare in his eyes.  It was fleeting, but I was frozen in that gaze.  I swore at that very moment the air went cold and still.  After we unloaded, not uttering a word.

For a man so worn he did a good job with heavy lifting, but I wouldn’t want him around much longer than he was.  The captain shared my concern when I talked to him about it.  I hadn’t noticed him much on the trip, but the captain obviously had.  At the end of our trip, it seemed almost as if our stranger was a pestilence, spreading his weariness to those who come in contact with him.  We watched him disappear into the alleyways, off on his own quest.  I do not pity the men who in the future had the share company with such a creature.

The seas churned violently as he held tightly the door’s frame. His feet threatened to slide out from underneath him, not getting much stability from the slick wooden deck in the rainfall. He pulled the hood tight over his head and held on.

A man dressed in an extravagant royal uniform pushed his way past him. He was visibly agitated, but below deck wasn’t much dryer than above deck and no one onboard would blame him. He walked to the edge of the ship and paused, only his silhouette visible in the haze. The only sound was the heavy rain and crash of the waves as he stood at the bow, unmoving like a statue. In time he turned back around. Passing by his shipmate, he acknowledged him only with a slightly scowl. It was an uneasy trip.

When the man was back below deck, the robed man relaxed, an almost unseen tension leaving him. He wiped some of the soaking rain from his face instinctively. The hands that wiped his face clean were hard, unnaturally weathered. His eyes stared blankly into the distance while he rubbed the veins of his hands. The stairs creaked as someone ascended to the deck again. He quickly tucked his hands back into his large robes he again held tightly to the ship’s frame. They would land soon.

I can feel them crawling.  On me, under me, around me.  Their small, fluttering wings.  Their millions of tiny feet.  Their hivemind screaming out to me.  But not just how they touch me or how they slide on me; I feel them all around, in the walls, under the carpet.  A blanket of them nearly blots out the light, only letting in a few misguided rays, and I welcome the darkness.  The darkness lets me focus on their thoughts.  It was almost torture trying to understand them at first, their high pitched voices ringing in my ears.  After listening to them for years, though, that gives you enough time to pick out certain thoughts.  It’s still not comfortable, it’s still a scratching, yelling, bleeding ringing in my ears, but I understand it now.  The neighbours used to complain.

But as a man once said, with great power comes great responsibility.  I use this knowledge for good, these powers.  My mind is strong, my skin tough to their biting and their gnawing, but others aren’t so.  That’s how I attract more.  Much as I live in my home now, alone except for my guests, I have found them homes to live in.  Rapists, murderers, adulterers, their rotten minds are now homes for something more precious than vile, twisted thoughts.  With each one I can feel my power growing.  And the voices get louder with each new mouth, screaming to be fed.

At first I fled the city, so our family could leave in solitude.  That didn’t last long.  They need to be around people, skittering underfoot, through people.  I taste what they taste.  I hear what they hear.  And they hear a knock at the door.  I wonder who that could be this time of night, and I don’t usually get visitors.  I’m lying down right now though.  I’ll get my guests to answer.

27 hours of travelling? Can I go home now? I’m cold and wolves are after me.

I wonder when I’ll have internet access again!

ADVENTURE!

I penned those words onto a shimmering screen, a waterfall of light passing over my eyes.  The blotches of ink stained the crystalline water, filling the river.  I grasped at the words as they flowed out of me without avail.  Soon tears replaced the ink, my own sorrow mixing with the ink and the light, creating a thick, dark liquid.

So I sent it.

I turned off the light and sat in the darkness.  I got a phone call minutes later.  A calming voice.  His calming voice.  I held back tears.

Julias ran to the top of the hill, his tattered shirt catching on branches as he forged his path.  The moonlight poured in, bathing the clearing ahead.  He crawled into the bushes when he reached the top, hiding him from inquisitive eyes.

He drew out his breath, silently, like a hunter catching his prey.  He heard the rustling coming up the hill.

Carefully he prepared himself, few moments needed as much attention as these.

***

She followed behind him, pushing branches out of her face and going much slower.  “Julias?”

“I’m here!”

She followed the path he had cut for her, being sure to avoid getting her dress caught on the branches.

Reaching the top, she looked around.  She laughed nervously and looked around, but found nothing but the rose bushes that enclosed the area.  Their flowers were growing, a wall of scarlet.  As she admired them, something soft touched the nape of her neck.  She didn’t dare turn around, frozen in place under the cold moonlight.  Warm arms wrapped around her, comfort and secure.  A masculine smell floated about her, like him.  She softened in that warmth, melted.  It was only then that she turned around to find him.  She would return to that hill every night since.