So. I've died for the second time today. That makes eight times this week. The last one was incredible. I swear I saw the face of god in the collision with that SUV. It's beams blinded me as it made impact with my window, sending shards of pristine glass into my face. I lost sight in my right eye as a sliver of glass sliced through the cornea; even still, I refused to close the left. The decision to experience death with eyes wide open was premeditated earlier today, you see. Looking back on it now, it wasn't the best idea. I also didn't catch a good glimpse of anything as the car spun wildly off the street and into the ditch. Good thing I wasn't wearing my seat-belt! Completely subject to the forces of the collision, my pinball body helplessly bounced around inside the cab. It was awesome. I can just imagine my mangled corpse contorted over the steering wheel. The last thing I saw was the flickering gas light. Seems I was running near empty.
And then I woke up back here, at the Witch's House. Like always.
The line between insanity and enlightenment blur. My therapy is KILLING ME. I've decided to be done with it.
Cause I'm tired.
In my attempt to find answers I've scribed all my findings: every physical law or natural law that I've broken is recorded within the contents of this journal, for you, my successor. With my journal, you can flesh out the mysteries and rules this House abides by. Maybe you can face the demons. However, do not indulge THE MALEFACTOR. This is my one and only warning.
I'm leaving this place, and I'm sorry I can't tell you goodbye Syd. Or sorry. I lost so much of myself in an attempt to find solace in this shitty inane world, that I just can't go back to the way things were. I still love you bro. Always have. Come find me one day, so we can chat.
With Much Love
Plot Synopsis:In the small rainy seaside town of Wolf Coast, Oregon, flows a rumor of a haunted house where anything is possible. Never gaining much traction with most residents, the rumor is normally indulged by high school students who howl through the nights on drunken escapades, looking for every bit of adventure they can manage to suck from the lifeless town. Their search, most of the time, results in failure. However, on rare moonless nights, the House chooses to appear and provide asylum or imprisonment. The last time it appeared was for a man named James Rivera, the older brother of Sydney Rivera. After his disappearance, the younger sibling set out equipped with journal to find him. But the Witch's House continues to call to more than just Syd. It's silent beckon draws more near unknowingly.
The idea for this rp has been floating around in my head for a while now. I've just now been able to get some free time to try it out. I'm looking for good and dedicated writers to participate. Basically we will all play the role of high school students trying to paddle their way through life. It's tough when going up shit creek, and basically that's the common denominator among all the characters. They all have something tragic (this is up to interpretation and discretion of the player for what they feel is "tragic"; it could range from a concrete event such as a death or something abstract like a cynical and hopeless mindset) that either exists in the present or past that keeps them chronically depressed in some form or another (the symptoms and severity of their "depression" will vary and is up to the discretion of the player), and somehow they all manage to meet fatefully at the Witch's House.
I don't want to spoil anything, so I'm going to be fairly tight lipped about the details of the plot in general (mainly because its still forming in my head, and of course, will be fleshed out through character choice and interaction). I would appreciate one Co-GM so pm me if you're down.
Note: This rp will definitely be High Casual- Low Advanced. Really, I just expect you to write well and be able to write a couple paragraphs for a post. I also expect you to read everything that is necessary to understanding the story! Any more expectations and details will be revealed in OOC if it ever gets that far.
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I was also super tired when I typed/posted this. Forgive the writing.