Screenshot 13#: Sactuary A place to be safe from the monsters that lurk the hallways. A place to be left to your own devices. It stinks, it’s filthy and unwelcoming, but it’s better than everywhere else for some. BACK TO BLOG
Screenshot #12: How things are The default state of the world is darkness. Whatever light is there, whatever hope and order, is not to be taken for granted. You are entitled to nothing. BACK TO BLOG
Screenshot #11: Mirror The shadow stares back at you. Hollow and deadly. Stare back, enter the abyss. This is you. The reprehensible human. Pathetic. Useless. A complete loser. See the hollow reflection and contemplate. It lives inside you. It breathes and walks with you. He is you, your shadow, your darkest
Screenshot #10: Others To the naked eyes of a desperate man, they are demons waiting to drag your soul down to hell. After all, what do they know? How can they understand the pain? How can they relate? The help comes. But to the naked eyes of a desperate man, they are demons
Screenshot #9: Pain Like a thousand nails, piercing your skin, pain rips you up from the inside. It’s a lot to ask of people to carry the suffering of the world, but the alternative is worse. It’s not clear as to why depression evolved in man. Perhaps it was nature’s punishment for our
Screenshot #8: Vengeance Within man boils the blood of Cain, who murdered his own brother out of jealousy and resentment. Rejection by nature breeds hatred, towards fate, towards God, towards others. With hatred comes the desire for Revenge, turning men to tarantulas. It’s hard not to sympathise with Stiles. We’ve all been there
Screenshot #7: The Loop Imagine creating your own hell. Eternal nothingness, suffering, angst, repeated in a loop for all time. The possibilities of your mind are endless. You can wander off onto limitless adventures, creating a secondary self of yourself to fly in your imagination. With enough help, you can practically create your
Dev Diary #3: Maya Nicodemius For as long as man existed, there has been a driving force far stronger than anything else in us. The desire for companionship, for a mate. The desire of a woman, the primordial force that drives men to madness and insanity, to a state of primal instinct that
