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I quite like Soma, which is by the same people who made Amnesia. Resident Evil 7 also wasn't too bad about returning to its horror roots, though I'm sure some could contest that.

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The conversation turned to one of inherent pain, and Ilsyna regretted her question as she listened to Atticus, listened to the anguish drip from his words, watched the solemn dip of his head. Felt that she had been careless in her inquisition, bringing to the surface his agony. They were his...

Have to take a cue from teenage angst to survive this semester, methinks. So here's my theme for the next couple months:

And a bump to start off my day. 

Pre-class bump. Still looking.

Updated with some old characters that I'm craving.

Looking for a few more.

“I can only imagine,” Ilsyna replied with an equal sense of mirth, lips curved into an honest grin, Atticus’s reminiscent joy piercing through what thinning veil of shadows lay between them. There was a warmth that had formed there, an orb of it that dared to nip at the chill of the past couple...

A bump for while I catch up with replies.

Bumpeh.

The outburst of ‘oh shits’ via Jasper was disturbing in more ways than one - considering he didn’t seem as prone to profanity as Kate was and he hadn’t uttered one curse in regards to the rest of the possible bullshit they may be facing. Or, you know, to the fact that he’d lit up like a firework...

I don't have two cats. I have one cat and a small dog - with suspiciously pointy, triangle ears and a long tail - that wakes me up early in the morning to play fetch. 

Writing bump!

Searching for just a few to sate my cravings.

It's. Finally. OVER.  AHAHAHAHAHA-YES. 

Shocking how much a meal, paltry or meager as it could be with small amounts of staple foods, could silence the dull ache in the bones and the mind and bring things back into focus. Ilsyna, especially, was not one to ever scoff at offered food. Despite all that had occurred in the Underground...

It was peaceful, quiet, with the softness of the breeze licking Ilsyna’s shoulders, trailing along her arms, cooling the puckering wound that she’d deigned to ignore in light of their fleeing - and Atticus’s threadbare consciousness. It was a moment that she’d had many times in the past - the...

The saga of bad shit continues! Cue the overly dramatic music! While dealing with the aftermath of sickness, there was a carbon monoxide leak in the house yesterday. On the plus side, I learned that while CO is indeed odorless, you can smell the aldehydes generated with it, hence why it was...