Prelude: Daphne

Prelude: Daphne

Daphne:  “Eyes open, soldier,” says Boober Fraggle from the end of the bed. It’s how every day begins, for as long as you can remember.  Boober Fucking Fraggle. Sitting on the end of your bed with those stupid cripple muppet-legs crossed, wobbling around like he has Jim Henson’s hand up his ass.  He stays around for a while, provides some color commentary about your habits or hygiene, and disappears when your back is turned. Asshole. “It’s almost noon, Susan!” he continues, the smug, fluffy cunt.  He leans over and sniffs an empty bottle. “I think you may have had too much to drink.” “Fuck you, Boober,” you moan.  You kick your leg out, but he’s gone.   You slowly become aware of your environment.  You’re in a bed. Mason’s...

The Castle: Casting Call – Session Notes – 18 January 2020

The Castle: Casting Call – Session Notes – 18 January 2020

The session begins with a cutscene… “There are certain truths…and once you know them, it’s like slipping through the cracks of the world.  You become lost in an alien place full of rules you can’t fathom and dangers you can’t know. Your life ends and you have to forge a new one out of ashes and forgotten things.”Daphne: “Eyes open soldier!”You’re weak, like you’ve been in bed for a month, or maybe rehab.  It takes a few minutes to remember where you were, which gives you a shot of adrenaline the moment you realize you don’t know where you are.  You open your eyes, which is no small feat, considering they’re glued shut from misuse.Rubbing the crust out of your eyes, you look down to the end of the bed at Boober, who is cowering...

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Prologue: A Night in the Un-Life of Johannes Nacht

Prologue: A Night in the Un-Life of Johannes Nacht

Leipzig, 1933 Cue Beethoven String Quartet in C# Minor Op 131 No 6 Beethoven…the counterpoint of the violin and viola, the sweep of the cello, such longing…such passion…real love… “Sir?” Such an intense, lonely, isolated, haunting…ahh…now they weep together… “Sir?” Oh the sorrow of it… “Sir?” Johannes Nacht jerked free of his reverie.  Alfred hovered at his shoulder in the private box above the small concert hall, gently nudging him. “They’re superb, aren’t they Alfred?  The conservatory’s finest, I’m told.” “They are exceptional sir, the audience seems quite enthralled.”  he paused for a moment, but interrupted with another nudge when he saw his master falling back into the rapture that sometimes...