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Saturday, September 22nd, 2012
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In the beginning, there was only the Creator. And She created the world; its lands and seas, peoples and beasts. She created the Keeper, to rule over the dead. She gave the world to her people, whom She loved dearly, to do with what they would. The people multiplied, forming their cultures and societies, and were faithful to the Creator. And when there were many, the Creator made the Watchers: lesser deities to watch her people and report. You see, there are simply too many people for the Creator to keep track of, too many prayers to answer. The Watchers watch, and tell Her what her creations need.
But they speak in His ear, too.
She gave the Watchers free will, and perhaps that was Her greatest mistake. Not every Watcher is good. Not every prayer is answered by the Creator. The Keeper speaks to the Watchers, too, and He does not want for good in the realm of the living. He wants only to rule all, with the death of all things.
You, the player, are a Watcher, and the choice is up to you. Will you do good or evil? Which prayers will you answer? Which side are you on?
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Dark House
is a horror/survival RPG. Locked with strangers in a huge house, you must survive with whatever you can carry. Because not only is the house full of rooms & halls & secret passages, but it's also alive.
And you will get lost.
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- You were having a pretty average day. Doing the same things you usually do on any given day, making plans & getting things accomplished. Talking to loved ones or regretting the past. Daydreaming, creating, barking orders, making enemies. Or sitting around doing absolutely nothing with yourself.
- Then, suddenly, darkness.
- You wake up to more darkness, but you can see just a bit of your surroundings. It's like nowhere you ever remember visiting. You raise a hand to rub your eyes, hoping it's just a dream, & notice something on the back of your hand. It's embedded, part of your flesh. And it's blinking with text.
- There are others here. Others who have been here for some time. You can read what they're saying to each other & some of them seem to be able to see each other too. But all you see is text glowing green in the darkness.
- None of them knows why you all are here, or where here is for that matter. They just know it's pretty damned messed up & there's no way out.
- And there are monsters.
- Welcome to the Dark House.
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