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Mark stepped off the platform, which stopped in some kind abandon hotel. He looked around to see if there was a piece of paper to tell him what he needed to get next. He found it in the lobby, and read it out loud:
“Welcome new player,
Your first mission is simple. You must find the hidden silver skeleton key. It holds a piece of the puzzle you must put together to complete The Game. Failure to retrieve the item will result in a Game Over.”
Mark sighed, placing the note back down on the desk. “This is nuts.” He thought as he began wandering the hall of the hotel. The lights were on, but were very dim. Some even flickered now and then, making it look kind of like there was something there when there wasn’t. While looking through the rooms, he came a crossed another hand written note.
Jan 16, 2012
There was a drug war early this morning outside our apartment. A few kids got killed in the cross fire. They couldn’t have been more tha
The Game CH1“Did you ever wish for another life because you felt that your life was terrible? Maybe you got so sick and tired of life that you made up a world that was better than the one you lived in? If so, let me ask this, how far would you be willing to go to make that world? Would you write it? Maybe even try to actually create it through some digital game? Sometimes it can be fun, but one must be careful for what they wish for. Why? Because it may come true… and it may big the biggest nightmare you’ve ever created.”
It was another quiet, boring day for Mark. He had a week off from school so he had more time to look for new games to play for his YouTube channel. So far he’d played some indie games that weren’t really good, and he was looking for something new. And he had to be quick, because he had to leave that week for comic con in California. While browsing through some games he found one with a title that read “The Game”. R
The Belly Inflation Club: the begining of the ClubThe house down the street was pretty much abandoned. No one bothered to move in, and the city never bothered to tear it down. It was the last house down the street, and anyone could have mistaken it to be a haunted house. But anyone who lived near the house could tell you it wasn’t haunted. Especially two kids who spent most of their time in the house.
Riley and Victoria were two friends who spent most to their time, when not at school, inside the walls of the old house. If you asked them about it, they’ll tell you that the house is peaceful and quiet, save for the occasional creaking the house gives off. But the house isn’t what this story is about. Our story begins with what the two friends did in the basement.
If you went into the basement of the house, you would see pictures of people with large, very large, huge, or gigantic bellies. If you were looking for the biggest belly inflation fans in the world, these two would defiantly make it in the list. Both have bee
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I have no idea how long I was inside the tree, but it felt like forever. I should’ve known better then to walk into the tree, now I’m stuck for all eternity. Never before had I ever been so scared of the dark, and I usually love the dark since night is my favorite time of night. I began to wonder what Adrian was going to do. Or even Old Benn. Dad wouldn’t believe either of them, but I can’t really blame him for it. I mean, how could he believe his own child got sucked into a magical tree, and may never come out. Before I could finish my thoughts, a familiar melody begins to play in the dark. I wanted to run to the sound, but I was too scared to move from my spot. “Dubhlainn!!” I cried. I didn’t want to be in the dark anymore, I wanted to get out of this place. I wanted to go back to my world, or even a place that had light. The music stops, and I’m left in silences. And finally, I saw an opening not far from where I was standing
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“That doesn’t make any sense, Charlotte.” Adrian was just as confused as I was. “And what did he mean when he said you’d get your answers when you come home?” I simply shook my head. I had told him about the dream I had last night, hoping he’d know what it could have meant. Obviously, I was wrong. “I wouldn’t have the slightest idea, Adrian. To be honest, I don’t think anyone would understand what it meant.” Then Adrian’s eyes lit up. “Old Benn would know. Maybe he can help us.”
“Adrian, we’ve bothered him enough about the tree, I don’t want to bother him about the dream.” Adrian insisted that we talk with him about the dream, but I refused. After a whole day of begging, I gave in and went with him to see Old Benn. He was just on his way out to go for his afternoon walks when we caught him. As we walked with him, I began to explain the dream I had. We sat down near a cr
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