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A cloak of grief draped over my shoulders. The Emerald Express was a costly affair, a train which I had no business being on. As I sat in the dining car sipping on my early breakfast tea, the other patrons would offer hostile glances every now and then as if to say You’re still here?
I had not yet made my way to the observation car, although I had been a passenger for two days. The memories were so strongly etched into the fabric of my mind that I was unwilling to once again expose the cloth to the air. It was as if I was unable to separate the happy from the sad, the jovial from the gloom. Any mention, any slightest recollection of her only tore my heart further.
Last stop, Paris, twenty minutes! a voice over the intercom blared. My trip was finally coming to an end. As I got out of my seat and made my way to my room to pack, I was stopped in my tracks by a deep sense of longing.
I found myself in the observation car, now empty. The lights were dimmed, as the sun had just begun to rise, replacing the artificial with the real. I stood at the entrance not quite sure what to do. I knew what this place was. This was where I had proposed to the love of my life, only to have her stolen from me a short year later. A reel began to play in my mind, the walks to the park by our apartment, her beautiful piano playing, the sound of her whispering in my ear as we watched the sunrises. It was as if she was with me once more, one final time, as the city of lights came into view.
you wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of a fire truck racing down your street. the siren grows louder and louder until the truck arrives at your house. “but…. but my house isn’t on fire” you think to yourself. you rush to your window only to see something… not human exit from the fire truck. it’s smokey the bear and he’s back for revenge. he knows you failed to properly put out that campfire last summer when you went camping with your friends. he knows
your face soon turns pale as you witness smokey adjust his cap and wipe the sweat from his brow. as you peer through the frosty window, he walks on over to the other side of his truck. you duck down, taking the opportunity to frantically look for a weapon. but it’s no use, smokey reappears and seems to look straight at you, his eyes stern and unforgiving. determined, he slowly approaches your front lawn, hose in hand. “ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT FOREST FIRES” he bellows. the ground begins to shake. a slight chill runs over your shoulders as you realize you are still in your pajamas, alone at your window. “SMOKEY IM SORRY IM SO SORRY SMOKEY” you yell at the top of your lungs as smokey carefully coats your mailbox in flames.
you wake up. “phew.. it was all just some sort of crazy dream” you say to yourself as you get a bowl of cereal. you go outside to pick up the paper from your front porch when you notice something a little strange about your mailbox at the end of your driveway. you drop your paper and frantically rush through the slick grass to your mailbox. CAN IT BE? you collapse into the morning dew in shock as you see it is completely charred. you begin to shake in terror as the realization sweeps over you. finally, you gather enough strength to pick yourself off of the ground. wait… has your shadow always been that big? you feel a large furry paw on the back of your shoulder….
i was eating a popsicle when i was was reading this and when i saw the “smokey the bear” part i choked on part of it and it slipped down and got lodged in my throat and i seriously just spent two minutes trying to get it out before it melted and slipped down because of this post
smokey strikes again
Outlast getting DLC this April on PC and PS4
The shat your pants scary Outlast is getting a new chapter for horror fiends to run through with Whistleblower.
Whistleblower will let you play as Waylon Park, a software engineer under contract with Murkoff and the man who emailed journalists around the world - including Miles - at the beginning of Outlast. Spending a couple of weeks at Mount Massive, during which he was unable to even talk to his wife and son in Boulder thanks to strict security protocols, Weylon developed a deep-seated distrust of the profit-motivated scientists and doctors leading dangerous and irresponsible experiments on their patients. Identifying with those poor souls fueled Weylon’s anger, and set the stage for his unmasking of Mount Massive’s rotten core.
Although Whistleblower tells the story that led to Outlast, it will actually stretch past the events of the first game to show the final chapter in Mount Massive Asylum’s story.
Watched my boyfriend play this game, it was scary as hell!
OKAY SO, I NEED MONEY TO MOVE OUT….
I am currently living with my parents in an incredibly filthy house that has extreme amounts of roaches, black mold in the walls That is making me very sick (the first picture above is one of the walls that’s been busted open in the only bathroom in the house that I have to use every day), and broken pipes that are soaking the walls and causing both problems to get worse.
Oh top of that I have to live with almost constant emotional abuse from my Bi-polar father, my mother, and my brother (who has physically beat me second picture is some marks from being tackled, I couldn’t walk right for several days and my parents refuse to kick him out)
My parents also do and sell drugs out of my house causing me to have several of my things stolen because of the shady people that come around and I’m basically at the end of my emotional ropes to deal with it at this point. If I don’t move out I actually think I’m at a high risk of killing myself because of how unable I am to cope at this point…
But, uh, on to How you can help:
Right now I have a new place lined up and ready for us (me and 3 friends who are going to room with mew so I can afford this) to move into by April, or even March if we can afford it by then, so that’s good to go…
Between being as a Highschool drop out and it being after the holiday season no one will hire me, trust me I’ve been trying like crazy.
I’m also willing to do anything you can think of, any crafts, any art, reblog all your posts, watch movies with you over skype, LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL for money to move out. I’m not asking for help because I’m lazy but because I really and truly need it.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t please Signal boost.
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