Gamesreul

Life After You The rain that falls across my face Reminds me of the frantic pace The sky is dark, the heavens weep For their child has reached her final sleep. And though days pass and turn to years, The decades cannot stop the tears Each second passed exacts a cost, A reminder of our two lives lost. THough rarely seen and seldom heard, Each night I cry out a single word. I plea for help, I plea for light, I plea for the strength to continue my fight. Yet, one spring day in early May, I discover yet another way. I released my pain to the morning sky, and accepted life cannot be controlled by I. Lost, but not forgotten, your

Of one thing Zachariah was sure: before he came to Haven, he had not been an explorer. For the past week, he, alongside Derrick and Dragon, had been exploring the town. Originally, Zachariah had signed on for the job without hesitation; he knew that discovering a way out of the city would be his best chance of leaving, and possibly finding a way back to whatever his past life had been. However, as the week progressed, his hopes had dimmed considerably. To his eye, it appeared as though the city was perpetually expanding and growing; it was almost as if it were an organism in itself. Twice he had encountered the sensation of going past a p

It had been a busy week for the citizens of Haven; after the initial commotion of discovering their whereabouts, they put their efforts towards figuring out what they could about the town, in the hopes that they may yet figure out how they got there. Unfortunately, none of them, least of all Daniel Hodd, had made any progress on this front. Daniel was a simple man. Unlike most of the townsfolk, he remembered most of his life upon coming to the morning that has hence been referred to as "The Great Commotion". He remembered his farm back in Iowa, his three children running around his legs; he remembered his first kiss, his wedding day; he reme

Adrian Finn was a careless man. A drunk for most of his life after high school, he was used to the sensation of not understanding his surroundings. So, it came as no surprise to him to awaken in a strange place he'd never seen before. He simply got up, stretched, and walked over to the mirror to make sure he hadn't gone too insane the night before. He wasn't an unattractive man, but he certainly wasn't handsome. His dirty blonde hair covered his face and multiple scars; on his back, he had a tattoo of a skull he got once after a night of binge drinking. He had a slight beer gut, but it was considerably smaller than one would expect. Afte