Category: Play By Blog

“Sam,” you scream, “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! My name is Vlad, and I don’t know anyone named James! I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with this play! All I know is that I cranked a fucking record player and now I’m in the middle of a goddamn MADHOUSE…”…

You stammer for a moment, trying to regain your mental footing “Uhhh, it is clear to me that this… this [i]damsel[/i], does not return your affections… er… knight.” There’s a brief pause and the young man behind you in the dress whispers harshly, although his voice still sounds like he’s a bit out of it,…

You reach the record player just as the first wave of insects begins emerging from the wall. There are so many of the damn things so close together that you can’t see the legs of one because it’s blocked by the body of another. Given this fact, and the fact that the sparse light in…

Cracking the door carefully, you slip into the room. The record player is still crackling and merrily singing its song. At the moment, it’s merely a familiar musical instrumental, but as you begin to move about the room, searching for anything that might be of use, the words begin: I see the bad moon a-rising….

You pry yourself up off the cold floor and, seeing that Harold is still breathing, you slump down the dark corridor towards the one room with a patch of light and the crashing sounds coming from inside. As you approach, your eyes glance forward beyond your objective, and you get a better idea of what…

Rising from your seat, you stand before the woman with the python mask, raise the cup of wisdom to your lips and drink deeply. For a few brief moments you are unaffected, but before long your vision starts to narrow and blacken, and you feel unconsciousness setting in around you. Before you collapse to the…

Grasping Harold by his uniform, you drag him around the corner a few feet away from you and stash him behind an overturned table — away from any prying eyes. If someone were to search for him, they’d likely find him, but from his current location he’s not visible from any of the room entrances….

Having resolved to save the one person who may be your friend in this horrible place, you dart back towards Harold’s unconscious (you hope) form. As you near Harold, the monster takes notice of you and, with a roar that you remember all too well, lashes out at your face with one of its oily…

Harold leads you down a twisting set of passageways with which you are unfamiliar. You think that perhaps it might be possible for you to find your way back, but you wouldn’t bet on it. At one point the passage opens up into a larger room — a junction of several other passageways. Harold stops…

Your senses are reeling. Up to this point you’ve always been the type of person who had both feet on the ground. Now, however, your eyes are telling you things your brain does not want to believe. Perhaps you really are crazy. Perhaps they were right to put you in here. Perhaps… perhaps you really…