one footed

anonymous asked:

Omg I love your blog it's amazing i was wondering if you could write a headcanon of jikook Spiderman au I keep imagine jimin as Mary Jane and jungkook as Spiderman / Peter Parker I think it would be soo cute and cool Thx beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️

hiii! thank you so much! i’m warning you tho, even tho i like spiderman i don’t know much about mary jane as a character. i’ll do my best! Also I’m making namjoon the uncle (get it? aunt mae, uncle joon?). Also once again, bc i’m just this way, i’m aging them up to college instead of high school. (you can picture flash as whoever you want but i’m just gonna call him flash). 

PS - i hope you’re not expecting a lot of action. i can’t write that stuff at all, forgive me. it’ll just be a lot of corny romance.

+ “Jungkook what the hell is going on?” Namjoon said. Jungkook froze, one foot on the window sill, half his body outside already. He’d been caught. 

+ “Just going to the store,” Jungkook lied. He knew Namjoon wasn’t going to believe that. The man was oblivious at times but not at all stupid. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey! There's this super sad but really good fic for anybody looking for serious Steve feels. It's called "One Foot in Front of the Other" by HartwinMakethMan, and I just can't recommend it enough if you want hurt/comfort and Steve's PTSD. Heed the tags though!!

Thank you for writing in!

One Foot in Front of the Other by HartwinMakethMan

Bucky was home– he’d shown up at Steve’s suite in Stark Tower fresh off his HYDRA Revenge Tour several months ago. Since then, swamped with rehabilitating the former Winter Soldier, people had mostly stopped worrying about Steve. He was doing better, really. He was. Just ask him, he’ll totally tell you the truth. He’s really fine.

So, that’s what everyone goes with. Maybe it’s just easier to believe him rather than look for all the signs to the contrary.

Until, after Bucky has mostly reclaimed himself– his mind, his body, his memories– a perfect storm of conditions hits the Tower and forces a few things to light about Steve and his less than satisfactory coping mechanisms.

gaijinnomonogatari  asked:

Hey there fellow bread enthusiast! I'm going to be heading South for the Summer during Yama no Hi and will be staying the weekend I'm Shibuya. Any recommendations on places to go around the area and in the wards near there? I'm looking for bookstores, anime merch shops, good food, and museums.

Let me start with a caveat emptor: you’re talking to someone who doesn’t like Shibuya. Full disclosure and total transparency. ;) I realized that again when I compiled a mental list and every item started with “X isn’t far from Shibuya and is really interesting”. So here’s a combination of stuff in Shibuya and near Shibuya (one or two stations further; thirty minutes to one hour on foot).

If you’re really into anime merchandise, an excursion to Akihabara, Nakano Broadway or Ikebukuro will be worth it. Shibuya is not, as far as I know, a manga centre.

I guess the shops to go to are Shibuya 109 and Megadonki (Don Quixote). I haven’t been to either. Too. Many. People. 

Bookshops? Tower Records Shibuya and … libraries! Shibuya has several good libraries where you can browse in solitary peace. The Chuo Library has English books. Warning, though: the books section in Tower Records is not what it used to be. Kinokuniya, Maruzen and Junkudo (various locations all over Tokyo) are much better for Japanese and English books. Another recommendation is Book Off, which sells used books. Here’s their Shibuya branch. (Yes, been to all those. If it has books, I’ve been. Love them all.)

Bunkamura in Shibuya always has something interesting going on. (Have been; love.)

It’s also worth it to walk to Daikanyama, one of Tokyo’s most upmarket areas. Tsutaya Books in Daikanyama T-Site is one hell of an experience. (Have been; like.)

Ditto a walk from Shibuya to Omotesandō and Harajuku via Yoyogi Park. If you’re in Omotesandō, you can visit one of my favourite Tokyo museums, the Nezu Museum. (Have been; love.)

One of the best bakeries in Tokyo is in Yoyogi, which is kinda halfway between Shibuya and Harajuku: Levain Bakery. (Have been; am besotted.)

Food? Not my division. :D Ask @shoku-and-awe.

@matchajapantravel has several nice articles about Shibuya including this one about shopping.

If any Shibuya fans / experts want to jump in, please do!

PS added just for fun: Tokyo’s hipster coffee spots including a few in the Shibuya area.

ようこそ !

red eternal;

death is the fate of all life. we only shorten the way.

at first, Torfan is just another name. another place. another word on a mission brief Shepard barely listens to over the sound of his rising ire, hands curling into clammy fists at his side. he stands awkwardly, his armour is too heavy for his young shoulders, and it doesn’t fit him properly either.

it’s not meant to.

Shepard’s too young. he’s too brash, too bold, too bright, and Torfan will turn his hope into a weapon for hands that don’t know how to pray. his superiors know that. his superiors don’t look him in the eye when they walk past.

he knows how to hold a gun, and that’s all that matters.

his boots hit the ground along with everybody else’s, and it’s like any other mission. eyes forward, shoulders straight, finger on the trigger. one foot in front of the other, kicking up dust that makes him choke.

(it’s not the dust.)

the cloud of red dissipates long enough for a scream to sound, the first of too many, and Shepard steps over the first body on the ground.

(it’s fear.)

one foot in front of the other.

cold sweat beads at the back of his neck and his stomach rolls with nausea. the stench is iron and seared skin, the sound is hollow screams and death-rattles, the sight is dead-eyed marines looking up at him from the red ground they’re calling a grave. Shepard clamps his mouth shut on a whimper, and locks his sights on the pleading faces of batarians dug into trenches and bunkers that they call home.

he pulls the trigger, and he doesn’t think twice.

(this is their home–)

he thinks more than twice.

(this is mindless slaughter–)

he thinks too much.

(this is your fault–)

when he stops next, Shepard takes a burning breath, lungs pulled excruciatingly tight. he looks around, and finds frightened, human eyes staring back at him.

they’re looking at him. they’re waiting for orders. their chain of command is dead. it’s just him, now.

Shepard reloads his gun slowly and surely, and wills the last of his humanity to leave him be. they came here to complete a mission, and he’s not leaving until it’s done.

“no turning back. we hunt them down. they’ve got nowhere to go.” Shepard tells them coldly, and a chill runs down his spine when they all turn like mindless dogs to the slaughter, and bare their bloody teeth. “not one single soul gets to live another day when those children on Elysium didn’t.”

it’s done.

it’s over. the ground is red, the sky is red, his hands are red. Shepard sees nothing but red, and it stains him to the bone.

this was a massacre.

there was nothing honorable about the sacrifice of his entire platoon, nothing honorable about the slaughter of hundreds of batarians, even when they surrendered.

nothing is going to wipe those pleading screams from his mind, playing like a broken record that scratches on an endless loop. nothing is going to stop them calling him the Butcher of Torfan. nothing is going to wash the blood out of this ground.

Shepard knows that.

he sits, alone, waiting for the evac shuttle, thinking of what he’s going to say.

no apology, no remorse, no single shred of regret expressed would ever begin to make up for what he’s done. Shepard looks up, staring bleakly out into a black sky. was it always this dark? not even one pinprick of distant light shines back.

do the stars know how to mourn? maybe this is their grief, spilled out like a shroud. maybe this is their sorrow, for every life snuffed out like a flame that never grew brighter.

maybe the stars do know how to mourn, and maybe that is why they grow dark: because Shepard doesn’t know how to.

TAZ episode 2-6

I was listening to it while making dinner… and then got carried away playing video games afterward.

So I just finished the Here There Be Gerblins arc

We’re getting more of the roleplaying that I was hoping for, and seeing more distinctive personalities starting to form. Also I’m hearing more of the Taako voice that I’m familiar with. When he’s doing the Taako voice, I don’t have much of a problem, which is nice.

“Barry’s got one foot in the grave.” So I’ve heard.

Klarg is a darling. And I’m enjoying Killian quite a lot so far.

anonymous asked:

What type of music did River like?

Hi. River was into many types of Music. This was written in a issue of the Vegetarian Times in 1988 - ‘The roster of his favorite musicians is long and eclectic; he’s especially into early Squeeze and U2. But the rest of his list reads like the playlist of an early ‘70s FM station. “I like jazz, folk music, Bob Dylan. Older Bowie and old Roxy Music to fall asleep to. I like old Steely Dan music and some Pink Floyd. Old Led Zeppelin, too. The Beatles are my Bible; that goes without saying. And I like classical music.“
‘Modern music disappoints River, and he doesn’t like much of what’s commercially produced. His tastes in books and movies also show that River has one foot in a different age. He sounds a little frustrated by that, and says things like “movies nowadays. ..books nowadays. .. music nowadays.” 

Music meant alot to River, his first love. L xo

silvernipple  asked:

do you have any tips on how to gain strength for forearm stands?? I'm tryin to get better & patience is key n all but I wanna be doin the right thing to prepare for them and yours look awesome

Thank you!! Yes practice is best, it is hard and tons of work but don’t give up!! You got this! Start off with easy inversions like downward dog, just try being in that and holding it, you can raise one foot at a time, once that seems easy try doing the same with dolphin pose (downward dog with forearms on the ground). Once you are feeling good in this and able to lift one leg at a time into the air try doing it against a wall and kicking up to use the wall as balance, just keep trying and doing this, try only having one foot against the wall and maybe see if at some point you are able to balance in the forearm stand for a second or two! The wall is your friend!!! Then finally start to slowly move away from the wall when you can hold it on your own!!

“My God, Will Graham, if I didn’t know better I’d say you seem to be actually enjoying the predicament we’re tangled up in.”

“Keep using more puns, for once I’ll let them slide since I can’t get away.”

For @avidreadr2004 & @hannibalsimago requesting the pups tangle our murder husbands after chasing a squirrel <3

happy pride month to every closeted wlw. for whatever reason, you are so valid. you belong in this community just as much as anyone else. i hope one day you are in place where you can safely and openly be who you are. here’s to you.

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so i drew equius putting vriska’s robo-arm together and figured i needed to do tav too! so here he is. (i got a little carried away lmao)

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Twelve Days of Twelve: July 18th: Team TARDIS

A relationship in all its forms, in the combination of a passionate and powerful Time Lord and a young woman so very similar to him.

Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialouge is labeled so I did my best to interprete who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: jaalsucksdick)

START: You’re A Monster

MC: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody? You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.

???:

Oh, I guarantee this is real.



MC:

I can barely make out any features. I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape! Who’s there? Can you untie me?

???:

It’s a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake.

MC:

Please, I don’t know how I got here. I think there has been a mistake

Trust, if that’s what you get off on- [???]

Joseph:

You trust me, right? I mean, why wouldn’t you?

MC:

You’re into this kind Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me.

 

Hah! Ha ha!

Joseph:

Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. I had a whale of a time last night. I always liked you, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don’t really like them? You’re not in a joking mood. I get that.

 

MC:

His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking-

Joseph [ DIFFICULT TO TRANSLATE ]:

That one’s good-

Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful.

MC:

Wait! How did he-!

Joseph:

I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], and about a married man, no less. I’m pretty sure that’s a sin.

MC:  

Who are you?

Joseph:

I told you, I’m a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor?  Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed. You used to be a lot more fun.

MC:

Poor Mary! And their kids!

Joseph:

Joseph laughs. My kids? Those aren’t my kids. Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them vessels. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.

MC:

Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing… that’s just a front for this weird sex dun-

Joseph:

Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. Oh, that’s so cute. You think this is a sex thing. I mean, it’s kind of a sex thing. The safe word is Jimmy Buffett.

[INSERT PLAYER NAME], there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn’t entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you’re thinking of.

I am the conduit for something beautiful, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise I’ll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.

MC:

The houses? Are we under the cul-de-sac?

Joseph:

Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for [INSERT PLAYER NAME]!

MC:

How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to.

Joseph:

Everyone who figured it out, that is .. All dead..

And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is how would I describe … inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It’s quite simply beyond you, I’m afraid.

Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.

MC:

This is too much. My head hurts.

Joseph:

[INSERT PLAYER NAME] ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone’s an eligible single father?

MC:

…I just thought it was a coincidence.

Joseph:

Nothing’s a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads.

And do you want to know why?

MC:

I don’t know if I do, Joseph.

Joseph:

Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.

MC:

You’re insane.

Loyalty?

Joseph:

How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?

MC:

Wait! Amanda’s Mother/Father- It can’t be!

Joseph:

I unfortunately can’t take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.

MC:

I don’t know if that’s a relief or not.

Joseph:

But man, what if I had? The look on your face would’ve been priceless. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father’s town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.

Of course you don’t. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive.

Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me.

And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.

MC:

I don’t understand.

Joseph:

Wow. Do you have anything you’d like to say?

MC:

I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do. What about Amanda?

Joseph:

Just kidding! You don’t get to choose. I know you’re used to being in control here. But now it’s my turn. And don’t worry yourself about Amanda.

MC:

If you touch her …

Joseph:

Please, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. If I do my job, I won’t even have to.

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you. I think it’s about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost. A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree?

MC:

This is a nightmare.

Joseph (or Self Reflection?):

All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy.

Now it’s time to wake

MC:

Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here?

A hand slips over my mouth.

 

???:

Don’t say anything. Hell, don’t even think anything. It’s okay, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. It’s me [… Mary …]. I’m gonna get you out of here.

MC:

She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles.

Mary:

I gotta be honest, I didn’t like you at first.

MC:

I guess I did try to break up your marriage

Mary:

Shh! Shut up for once. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don’t think you’re a bad person, despite what you might think of me.

I don’t want it to end like this. Not again.

MC:

I raise my eyebrows at her.

Mary:

Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you? Don’t think about it. Not right now.

He’s coming. Run, kid.

MC:

Mary finishes untying me and disappears.

I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell.

Eventually I run out of breath. I can’t keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees.

I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have.

Looking ahead of me, I can’t see the end of the hallway as it bends further up there. I look back and can’t even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there’s a way out on the other end. If there is an other end …

The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can’t even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward.

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I’m long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support.

I’m not sure how I’m still going.

And yet still here I am. I’ve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks or months.

The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I’ve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Joseph’s kids. They hide in the shadows. They’re coming to drag me back to Joseph.

Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams.’

I don’t know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through.

My hell is inescapable.

Until …

It’s a door. A door at the dead end of the hallway.

I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through.

…I’m in my house?! How did that!?

Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug.

 

Amanda:

Dad! Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!

MC:

A…Amanda?

Amanda:

What happened? Did the boat break down or something?

MC: Oh? I.. um..

Amanda:

You know what? I’m just glad you’re home.

MC:

I look down and at myself and my clothes. They’re there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren’t gnarled.

I feel fine. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I have to choke back tears of relief. Amanda! I’m so glad to see you. You have no idea.

Amanda:

Wow, one night at sea. You didn’t see a whale, did you? You poor thing.

MC:

No whale could keep me from my daughter.

Amanda:

You’re damn right. You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.

MC:

That sounds amazing.

Amanda skips out of the room.

This is all so confusing! Was it a dream?

Amanda:

By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?

MC:

Emma P.?

Amanda:

You know, my best friend?

MC:

Oh, sure. Wait! I thought- isn’t Emma R. your best friend? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time?

Amanda:

Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?

MC:

I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles.

This is- this is a crossword puzzle.

I stare at it for too long.

Hey Amanda.

 

Amanda:

Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. Workin’ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.

 

MC:

When’s your birthday?

Amanda:

Why, did you get me something?

MC:

No, seriously. When’s your birthday?

 

Amanda:

Do I have to answer this? My birthday? Dad, really?

 

MC:

I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me

Amanda Demon (AmandaDemon):

… It’s My birthday …

Nothing gets past you, huh?

You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details

Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That’s so you.

And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole aromatic pixie dream daughter thing? I should’ve been on Broadway with these chops

… .

 

I feel like you’re not appreciating how much work I’ve put in here.

Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke.

Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the wall crumble I see where I truly am.

 

 

Joseph:

Almost got away, huh? You’re a crafty one, aren’t you? Dunno how you got out of those ropes. Oh right! Mary! She’s rocking the tag team with you, isn’t she? Mary! Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust.

You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly [INSERT PLAYER NAME] you’re just killing my whole timeline here.

MC:

Wait, Robert! As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room.

Aw, man.

Joseph:

[INSERT PLAYER NAME], I thought we were cool. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone?

Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I’m gonna have to do ya dirty. Doing you dirty means I have to kill you.

Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip

What’s wrong? You were so into this last night

 

MC:

I have no strength left to fight him.

This is it. Isn’t it?

The world goes quiet around me.

All I can think about is Amanda. I miss her so much.

I’m sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything.

Please be good.

[ Mary_noblink ] [ Joseph_pain ]

 

Joseph:

Joseph’s eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around.

Mary:

It’s over, Joseph.

Joseph:

Honey, sweetie, you’ve stabbed me …

Mary:

You stole so much of my life from me.

Joseph:

Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder.

Sweetheart, we can work this out.

 

Mary:

I’m done with you

Chris:

Father.

Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks¦ different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room

Father, we’re so hungry. Won’t you feed us, Father?

 

Mary:

Hey, sailor. Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. It’s time to go.

 

MC:

I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding.

 

Joseph:

This body is but a conduit, Mary! I’ll see you in your nightmares! //Joseph laughing sfx

MC:

What the hell! My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.

 

Amanda:

Dad! Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug.

 

MC:

Amanda! This is the best hug of my life.

 

Amanda:

I was so worried about you!

 

MC:

I’m so happy to see her again. Wait … Amanda, what’s your birthday?

Amanda:

Dad, did you forget again? Remember? You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? It’s March 22nd.

 

MC:

I remember that. Panda I missed you so much. What- What happened?

 

Amanda:

You don’t remember? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.

 

MC:

Where’s Joseph?

 

Amanda:

Nobody’s seen him since. They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Wait There’s a detective here who has been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.

 

MC:

Yeah. Amanda, I love you so much.

 

Amanda:

I love you too, Dad.

Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with … the guy I saw in the hallway

 

Mary:

Rise and shine, bucko.

 

MC:

Mary, are you okay?

 

Mary:

You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can’t believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own

But don’t worry, they’re staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.

Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something.

MC:

[ Missing Dialouge?? ]

Good answer.

 

Saul:

Glad to see you’ve both got your story straight.

 

Mary:

I’m happy you’re okay. I was worried about you.

 

MC:

Thanks, Mary.

 

Mary:

Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. Take it sleazy, fellas.

 

Saul:

Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. You don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, {INSERT PLAYER NAME}. Been keeping tabs on you for a while.

 

MC:

Who are you?

 

Saul:

Graves. Detective Saul Graves.

There’s strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay.

What you saw down there- what we both saw down there- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won’t be able to, either.

But it’s my job to get to the bottom of this.

 

MC:

So what does this mean for me?

 

Saul:

It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love.

Be well, [INSERT PLAYER NAME].

Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. And I know it’s hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under mysterious circumstances. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that us Dads have to help each other.

Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later, maybe you give me a call out.

there are few places to be that are more dangerous than between me and fresh pizza