Thursday, October 25, 2018
Journal Entry two: Coming Home
You can never go home again.
1445 hours, local time
The overcast sky threatened another rainy day.
I got off the bus and turned my feet south, into a part of Pullyap where the buses no longer ran. The neighborhood hadn't changed much. Gang tags scarred crumbling apartment buildings, the potholes were full of acid rain, yelling voices and echoing gun shots shattered any hope of peace. I was going home.
Wakes and funerals aren't my thing. The dead are nothing but matter without substance. The soul has moved on, whether it was torn from this violently or it aged away and left gracefully. In my experience the later is an incredibly rare occurrence. When Tom told me mom had died I felt a cold shock hit me. I hadn't seen mom in weeks. Now I wouldn't see her again. Her body, her vessel in this world, was going to be laid to rest. I went home for the wake, to pay my respects to the woman who had taken me into her home when so many others had rejected me.
Sebastian was waiting outside the house. Tom stood next to him, his short robust form contrasting sharply with Sebastian's whip-thin physique. "Tom, Sebastian, it's good to see you." I said.
It was good to see them. Inside the house, mom's corpse lay awaiting our visitation. Little did I know how strange things would turn...
We recorded the session so you can see the story unfold. This is our first recorded session and it is raw footage. It hasn't been edited.
Warning: One of the player characters has a bigoted flaw against trolls, which is ironic as the player in question almost always plays a troll.