This is the beginning of the end for console gaming, meaning a new frontier for fear and horror games! This should be ready to be launched for indie developers by May 2016. Soon we'll have immersive worlds through which we can swim in oceans, view nightmares come to life, and see the dead rise from the ground! Start pinching your penny's now folks...
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Mark of the Vampire, Part Two
Derek walked up the stairs to the video booths, where the large video reels were placed to play the movie on the screen below. Looking through the small window, he smiled when he saw Dave’s bald head walking beneath him, along with Monica’s flowing hair. Looking over at the projector, Derek opened the canister and blew away a layer of dust that seemed to cake the interior. The film itself seemed clean as if someone had painstakingly wiped each frame down with a cloth, but the canister was dirty and foul. Setting the reel into the projector and feeding the end of the roll of film through the proper spots, Derek took a seat upon a stool and grabbed a rag, before wiping down the canister to rid it of the grime.
Book Review: The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer
I love the internet, and Amazon, in particular, as I can just download a book in seconds where it ould have taken days to order when I was younger. Plus it means I can stay in my cool little crypt and not face this damnable Texas heat! Ah well, I'm getting off track.
Curse of the Bejeweled Rosary, Part One
Snatching the purse from the terrified woman’s arms, Dominic waved his switchblade over towards the man with her as he growled. “Ah, ah, ah… let’s not get too hasty, unless you want me to cut her pretty little face?”
Monday, June 1, 2015
The Mark of the Vampire, Part One
Running the candy counter at the old Majestic theater was always a drag, especially during the winter time. The owner hated paying for heat and thus allowed his theater to be as chilly as possible, something more than one old woman had complained to Derek about. Not that there was anything Derek could do about it: he was just a general worker dressed in black slacks and a sparkly purple vest.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Blurred Edges, Chapter Eight
Claire sat in the dining room in front of the fireplace, basking in the heat of the fire as Marten answered the police officers questions. Had the house shown signs of being broken into? No, not that we could tell. Have you offended anyone here in town? No, we just got here yesterday.
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