BIRDIE: Okay, so looks like we have a one-shot today!

LUNA: Oooh! Who's the star, me?

AMY: No, stupid! Did you even read the rough draft?

LUNA: Well, no, but it should STILL be me!

AMY: Can we just start?

BIRDIE: I don't own anything except the story and the OC Lounge Show beforehand! Enjoy!

What is this?

It has many trees. Forest, that is it!

What is this thing around my neck? Satchel, I think. It holds an electronic portable light and a binder. After some testing, I remember how to walk. Step, step, step.

What is this?

It is white and it blows in the wind. I don't remember how to read.

What is the name for those?

Words. No eyes, always watches. I read the sentence. I stick the paper into the binder. There are more. I don't know how many.

What is that noise?

Bang, bang, bang. I run further into the forest, deeper into his trap.

Who is 'he'? I don't know. That, there! Another page! It is a circle with an X through it. His symbol. He is close behind. The booming gets louder. Bang! Bang! Bang!

What is that? Tunnel, that's the word. Tall, gaping tunnel. The inside is soaked in mud.

Is that the correct word? Yes. Mud. I take faster steps. They stain my clothing with mud. Splosh! Swish! Splash! I feel him still watching me. Not left, nor right. He is everywhere. His pages are out there. Right there! That white thing, a paper! I run to it. He is there, I can see him now. I turn around. He stands in front of me again. I run. I didn't see him when he appeared there. I should have gone the other way.

He has taken me with him, into a dark place. I don't know where. I think it is called 'death'.

Yes, I am dying.

Static.

GAME OVER

Retry?

Main Menu

BIRDIE: I really like this because it strays away from my usual way of writing. I like the way the player doesn't know who or what they are, almost as if they're in a dream.

LUNA: Almost.