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Strangers Log:
Texas, 1931

I've been assigned a job in Texas, there's been an uproar in disappearances and supernatural seeming activity. Local law enforcement reports haven't much help, as most of idiots there couldn't even make to the scene in time. There's one account from a single officer who seems to have seen people rising from graves and taking people down with them. Zombies. I hate Zombies. Easy to shew away, tedious to kill.

At least I have help this time around, although I don't need it. Hiram's come along to give medical assistance and provide reconnaissance with his "telepathic" abilities. They are more useless than useful as they can only sense emotions. But it can't be denied that the man can work a needle n' thread.

"So stranger, have you ever been to texas before?" asked Hiram

Small talk, great

"Yes, I've tackled some wedigoons and other creatures people here attribute to "folk lore"." Stranger replied.

"Interesting, I guess it would make sense for people here to resort to fairytales and campfire stories to cope. Not exactly, hm, how should I put this? Filled with the accepting types here, yes"

"Yeah, I guess so"

And then they intensely made out

Strangers Log:
Germany, 1927

Been staring at this painting for about 10 minutes now, still no way forward. This the way past. I will never understand why these ancient castles are always so convoluted. Other paintings a switch? No. Shoot it. No, if my holy spear ramming into this thing’s frame couldn’t do it, that won’t. Anyways, must conserve.

A breeze faintly wails through the room.

Wait, that door leads back to the 2nd floor. But there was nothing there? Unless. I got to get over there.

Stranger bolts toward the breeze, it’s gust becoming louder as he approached.

There, I should’ve looked to the left here. Seems like there’s a path around the more shattered parts of this place.

After some troubling isometric platforming, Stranger makes it across.

Hole. From the looks of it there’s a library there. Let’s see wha- UGHAAAAAHOOOM

Stranger immediately plummets into the ground miraculously breaking every bone and rapturing every organ in his body. He dies instantly.

YOU DIED. GAME OVER

How original.

YOU TRY MAKING A GAME

Point taken.

After a wild premonition, which honestly felt more like 5 or 6 happening at the same time, Stranger decides to go down slowly.

Library. Hm, good number of classics here. I should really finish Native Son.

Scene 4:
Stranger knelt down next to the nearest rock. Out of breath from the sheer mental and physical strain from 90’s PC platforming he lays his back against a rock to rest, as well as think.

Nearly died on that thing. In shape? Yes. Footsteps, draw weapons, predict location, fire on sit-
“Stranger! Is that you?” A faint voice cried out.
Damn, it’s her.
“Oh there you are, you made it across that rickety thing, are you well?” exclaimed Svetlana.
“Yes” muttered Stranger
Think I’m gonna add bridges to the genocide list.

Starting your game in the middle of werewolf v vampire war is obvious VA bait.

My boy homeless and alone

I feel nothing but apathy.

Fuck yeah, vamp bitches and were twinks! Wait, Stranger! Stop! You're killing the hoes!

Simon’s Journal, Entry #1

It’s a major feat to writing ability to make one or even 2 effective twists in a story. This game pulled off at least 5. What the actual fuck.