Enjoy the ride

I might hit a glass wall
The path might turn into a maze
The light might be an illusion

That might be the case, but

If I hit a glass wall
I just have to walk around it

If the path is a maze
I will find the centre

If the light is an illusion
I will enjoy the magic show

This might not be a good idea
But I might aswell enjoy the ride

Poor little girl (sob)

So I've finally started to write part 2 about Erika... I feel really sorry for her since she's had it pretty rough to say the least and now it all more or less explodes her in the face... Since I easily get into character it's though to read what I've written sometimes, but I just have to suck it up and keep going. She is, in the end, just a piece of my own imagination after all. But I've really started wondering if I hide pieces of myself in my characters?...

Oh the sanity!

Yesterday I got my role for the larp The Red Night (a modern horror larp, HSM-goes-Silent-Hill-style, held 2.4.) and well... It's bloody insane! It's really good, but I really want to know how in the worldsomeone could get the idea for it! I can't tell much more atm, since I'll have to be all hush-hush until debrief about stuff... It will be hard to keep quiet, but I'll just have to manage somehow.

I've also started planning the second part of the series The city never sleeps and the second part will be called A shot of reality. I have a general idea about it (and the title obviously), but I'm still lacking a good start for it... But when I figure that out everything should be fine!

I'm also hoping that I can DM the third real chapter of D&D on Friday since it has been a while since my group played... I played myself last Sunday in a friends campaign and my god I love my character! She has a "little" tendency to be a bitch, but otherwise she is just wonderful!
I'm also playing in another friends D&D group (so I play in 2 and DM for a third) and she might Dm her next chapter this Sunday, so a lot of D&D in near future... And just to make my week-end even busier than it already is, I'm probably going to be a canvas/modell for two photo-projects (for the same person at least thank goodness) on Saturday... Busy, busy, busy! But since it's all just for fun I don't have a problem with it!

To be continued...

Well yesterday I posted the short story about Erika called The city never sleeps here on the blogg and also on deviantart.com... Already had some positive feedback on it which I really like since it was my first attempt on this kind of writing style. I'm already planning on writing a part 2 to the story, but that'll have to wait for next week, since my week-end will be busy with insanity. Partly because me and a friend are going to continue planning a manga were doing (called Unknown Soul or US for short) and because tomorrow I'm going to play D&D (Dungeons and Dragons)... It'll be a lot of fun, but there ain't much room for sanity!

The city never sleeps

  There it was again, the buzzing. Maybe going out for a drink hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

  - Sorry bro, but I think I’ll have to call it a night.

  - Already sis? I thought you had guts for at least three more of those, my brother said and nodded towards my half-empty glass.

  - Normally I would have Lance, but I feel a headache coming. And you of all people should know what a bitch I can be if it hits me, I said to my younger brother with a cruel grin.

  Lance made a face. Yeah, he knew what I could be like. He had way too often for his sanity’s sake been the sorry part to trigger it.

  - Try get home safe then sis, he said and knocked back the rest of the nasty looking liquid from his glass. I’ll have a few more of these before I turn in.

  - Right, sleep tight then.

  A few my ass. I’d better leave my phone on tonight since he sooner or later would call me and whine himself to a sorry ride home.

  Walking home alone wasn’t an option at 3 a.m. on a Friday night in the city that never sleeps. A cab ride home would be heaven. A heaven that’d cost a fortune, but what the hell it would be worth it. Of course getting a cab was a whole different story. I’ve never believed in short skirts, revealing tops or high heels, so most men (and cab drivers) preferred to treat me as important as thin air.

  After the fifth cab drove past me without noticing me (I could swear by God if I’d believed in him that one actually accelerated when he drove past me) I decided to hope that there would still be a train to take me home and started walking towards the closest subway station. When I got there I saw that there actually was one more train going my way.

  As I walked down the steps I felt the buzzing again. Much, no, a lot harder and louder this time. I barely made it down the stairs before I felt the hard, cold asphalt against my knees and arms. Hell no this was headache. Someone must have put something in my drink when I wasn’t looking. Shit if it would knock me out, that would make me a sitting duck just waiting for a shot in the head. I couldn’t let that happen, so I put myself together.

  I felt alright when I bought the ticket, but when I got out of sight of the booth it hit me again. This time it felt like a pulse went through me and it hit me again and again and again. This time it wasn’t just buzzing, it was voices, thousands of them. I felt a pain hit against my head, but soon realized it was just my head hitting against the floor tiles. I could see small pieces of text floating in front of my eyes and the voices shouted clearly now.

  They are everywhere.  They kill and feed on you without you knowing. They hide in plain sight everywhere. You will see and save. You have no choice, you will save. Find her. Save her. Help her. If you don’t she will be just another meal for them.

  Well one thing was sure. This was no headache, but it didn’t feel like any kind of drug either. What the hell was going on? The voices shut up and I no longer felt the pulses. I somehow got myself standing again only to be almost pushed out on the rails by a little girl running across the platform.

  - What do you think you’re doing kid! I yelled after her.

  She stopped, turned around and I could see the terror in her face.

  - Hey it’s okay. You just shouldn’t be running around in a place like this, I said calmly. No need to be scared.

  She was just about to answer, but something kept her from talking. I again see the panic rising and her body tensing up, preparing to run for it. I turned around to see what had scared her that badly. Now I understood the girl perfectly and didn’t hesitate to give into the same primitive instinct to run. As I set of I picked the girl up and threw her over my shoulder. Hell no I was going to leave her behind.

  The platform was long, but not long enough. Our escape was cut short by a tile wall covered in various forms of words and pictures. I could have jumped out on the rails, but if there was a train coming… I couldn’t take that kind of a risk. I turned around to see if our followers were still after us. Who am I kidding? Of course they were. You could smell those, those things from miles away!

  Hopelessly I put the girl down. She had started to sob, but it seems like fear had struck her so hard that she couldn’t move an inch. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Bloody hell we were doomed to die here. I knelt beside the girl and tried to comfort her. It was a half-hearted attempt, but I had to do something.

  I heard how the things that should have been dead for a long time started to get closer and closer.  Then the pulse hit me again, not as bad this time though.

  Save her, or she will be just another meal for them.

  I hate to admit it, but the voices were right. I was the only one who could save her now, but how? I looked around and noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall. That probably wouldn’t kill them, but it was likely to be a bit more effective than the pocket-knife I carried around just in case.

  - Look, we don’t have much time, I said to the girl much more calmly than I actually felt. Hide as well as you can and I’ll see what I can do about those freaks, okay?

  The girl nodded and hid in some shadows. I myself took a deep breath, picked up the extinguisher and waited. I didn’t have to wait for long.

  When the first half-rotten thing walked around the corner it got a nasty surprise, a metallic upper cut right to its chin. I heard something crunch when I hit and saw how the thing jolted back from the impact. That however didn’t seem to be enough, since it immediately rose up again.

  - You have to be shitting me, I muttered to myself in surprise. That should’ve knocked out a bull.

  But it didn’t knock out this thing or the next one either. Now I was seriously screwed. There was something even freakier than the rotten flesh hanging from the creatures’ limbs and that was none ever actually looked at me. They all focused on the whimpering shadow behind me. Over my dead body they would get to her. Over. My. Dead. Body.

  As by a miracle I heard a train approaching. This was our chance, if we didn’t make it we’d be killed. Please let it stop here. Oh God please let it stop! And it did. I had never felt this relieved in my whole life (and that’s a lot from a woman who spent a couple of years of her life dodging bombs, landmines and bullets).

  - Run into the train! I shouted to the girl.

  I didn’t have to tell her twice. She jumped to her feet and ran for her life. The things turned their attention after the girl and started moving towards her. I hurled the extinguisher at the first one and managed to knock down a few with it, but that wouldn’t keep them at bay for long. Damn it! Why can’t they just leave the girl alone? For fucks sake, I had made more damage to them in a few minutes than the girl could in a lifetime!

  - Can’t you just leave her alone? I roared at the monsters. Pick at someone your own size for change!

  They didn’t even flinch. Obviously I couldn’t do much about the things, so I ran into the carriage after the girl. The doors shut after me and the train started to move painfully slow. I silently hoped that it would move fast enough for us to escape. A few of the monsters tried to make their way into the carriage, but failed with dramatic results. The nightmare was finally over. I sat down and took a deep breath. A little bit of sleep would make miracles now. I felt a presence next to me. It was the girl who had sat down next to me, a bit too close for my taste, but I guess that under the circumstances I could let it slip.

  - You could see them too, she whispered. What they really were I mean.

  - Yeah, I could. What were those things really? Was this some kind of sick joke?

  The girl shook her head. She neither knew what those things were, but she knew what they had been.

  - They were friends to mama and papa, she said. But they didn’t look like that then.

  I was just about to ask more when we heard a loud thump from the ceiling. Something had landed on the roof and I was praying that it was just some trash from the tunnel. To my dismay the thumps started to get louder and the roof started to sag. This was no ordinary piece of junk, this one had a target.

  Me and the girl had no option but to just sit and see how the roof started to give in, inch by inch. Soon it would break through and we would be done for. Really done for this time. After that I would go to hell and the girl to heaven. What a bloody happy ending. Why the hell did this have to happen to me? Why did this have to happen to the girl? I had never felt this defenseless in my whole life and I didn’t like it.

  - Can’t you just go back to the hell hole you came from! I shouted at the thing on the roof.

  I felt how something happened and soon after that we heard a loud clang and a few thumps going down the train. It fell off?

  We reached the next station peacefully. It was completely empty, if you didn’t count for a few passed out drunkards. No monsters. No sound of them. No smell of them. Did we make it? Were we safe? Were they really gone?

  We didn’t have time to stay and think of that. We rushed out from the station and out into the cool night air towards my apartment. Nothing followed us. We had actually managed to shake them of our tails. I let the girl follow me home and offered her a ride home. She gladly accepted it.

  We spent the whole ride without a word, but when the girl disappeared through the doors to her house my phone rang. It freaked me, but I quickly got a hold of myself and answered it.

  - Yo, Rika, my brother’s soggy voice yelled in my ear. You kno’ you would be such a fuckin angel if you came and picked me up from this shit hole. Some bitch took my money and - hick - well ya know, walking home ‘ould be a nightmare.

  - You have no idea, I sighed back. I’ll come and pick you up in a minute.

  - Thanks a lot sis. You’re a real life saver, I heard my brother shout before I hang up on him.

  A life saver. That was truer than he could ever imagine. He would never believe me. No one would. Maybe I should keep this a secret from my brother, I thought as I drove towards the local watering-hole. Well at least that nightmare was over now. Now I just had to drive another, much more pissed one home.

That was close... Too close

Phiuh!

So I've finally finished the short-story about Erika... I actually had finished it earlier already, but the computer in school decided to corrumpate the file! I also think that I managed to erase the earlier functioning version, but with help from three different programs I managed to get it to such a state that I could save it! So it's safe and sound even though it was a bit too close that I would have had to rewrite it... In that case I would never have been satisfied with the result since I knew that the first would have been better.
I'm still a bit unsure about posting it though... But when I get a few opinions on it I might change my mind! Only time will tell.

Why? Oh, why?

So here is the problem: My english is too posh, neat and clean for a short story I'm writing... The language I usually use when I write is pretty "high-class" (in lack of better words) and it doesn't quite fit for a female (ex army) mechanic that spends most of her free time with hunting all kinds of monsters... The story in itself is pretty good (in my opinion at least), I have planned it well and I have a good title, but the lines (or, well, the language in the whole text) just won't fit in my characters' mouths. What makes it all harder is that I don't have the vocabulary to write in the style I'd want it to be... I have acctually read some texts where I've really liked the style, but somehow I still can't get it right!


*sigh* I guess I'll just have to suck it up, try writing something (rewrite it a couple of hundred times) and then have someone read it and point out changes I should make...

A big bit o' sunshine and a little bit o' gunpowder

I've been pleased as a peach the whole day and it's just getting better! For starters I found a day-brightening message on my phone this morning, then I had an interesting psychology lesson, then we got our tests from the test-week handed out and I got good grades (8- in geopraphy and a 8½ in Swedish). A bit later I got a message from a friend asking if I'd like to play a pre-chapter of D&D (isn't the answer an obvious YES) and now the sun is peeking from behind those dull-gray clouds!

As the cherry on the top of all this I also have inspiration for a new character. I haven't got any use for her (YET), but she will be one kick-ass character! Her name is Erika Garret, she's about 25 years old (could be a bit more or less when I'm finished), she likes firearms and is a (ex-)military mechanic that always keeps those awsome aviator Ray-Bans on! She might be a bit rough around the edges, but if you get past that she is the most loyal friend you will ever get. Her past also isn't the brightest one, but there are some happy memories amongst the bad ones.

Character upon character...

Well, in reality I don't have THAT many characters to create atm... But the ones I have are really fun!

  Firstly there's Aphrodite for Sandman: Seasons of Mist. Her, of course, I have no need to create and finding information is fairly easy, but putting everything together and translating the texts will be a pain... And I still have to sow myself a dress, find a belt and find shoes for that role... Luckily I found all the jewells I'll need for her in Vasa on last Thursday! I felt like a shiny goddess with those already!

  Secondly there is Desdera. I have no idea when I'll acctually get to play her, but I know that there is a larp coming for that too... Desdera will be an interesting character to play to say the least, since already her parents make her background interesting: Her mother is from Serdanos and her father from Javenna. The interesting thing with this is that people from these two countries are more likely to kill each other on the spot than shaking hands...

  And I will also play the geek in the upcoming horror larp Red Night...

  So my future characters will be really interesting to play!

Mission Accomplished!

Amnesia was a big success if you ask the GM!

Of course this is thanks to the players whom made it really hard to (try and fail to) keep a straight face... The characters that were present were: The manipulative player, the coward, the brute, the addict, the paranoid one, the freak show, the occultist and the emo. I also had two more in spare: The gymnast and the angel... But those two weren't as fun as the rest so I chose not use them... And my deffinet max number of players was 8, but now afterwards I do know that about six or seven is enough of players if I don't want to loose track over characters/players...

  The background to the story was that a scientist was trying to find a cure for blindness. He had a theory that somehow the genes and DNA had something to do with sight loss. He firstly experimented on rats, but after a while he started to notice that the rats started to behave oddly. By accident one of the apprentices had let out a cat in the facility, but none of the rats reacted to its presence. Even when the cat attacked them (and by some reason always missed) they were calm and collected.

  The reasercher of course wanted to know what had happened to the rats. He found a very exciting and fascinating thing. He had activated a gene that had become inactivate do to evolution that controlled an almost supernatural power. The rats had been so calm since they had known where and when the cat would attack and there for could move out o they way when necessary. The next thiught that struc the reaserchers mind was of course if this could be done on humans too.

   The whole reaserch was moved underground by the state and the people that were experimented on never got to learn any details. In them was also transplanted a microship that would destroy all memories of the research and facilities if someone happened to escape.

  After a few years the reasearchers noticed that the persons whom were best suited for the experiments were between 18 and 22 years old. So they started focusing on persons in this age.

  At about the same time as they started focusing on those people they also started wondering if they could create a perfect human with this revolutioning information. The reaserchers adopted a girl from am orphanage to experiment on and after a while they got some results. The girl was almost perfect, her only faults were that she was mute and weak. The reaserchers found out some frightening facts about their reaserch too. The girls "power" was about creating, for all that she drew or wrote became real. In fear of something bad happening the reaserchers put her in a tanker and kept her asleep in there.

So that was the gist of the Amnesia background! I won't go into more details for now though... Some things are meant to be kept secret right?