Pesto-Posta

 Once upon a time not too long ago, but long ago enough to relegate the experience to the far-flung past, I had sat down to play a survival horror game, "Eternal Darkness". I was told that the game was unusual for it attempted to accentuate the games atmosphere by attempting to breaking the fourth wall. And so I had sat down to play this game, having turned off the light and lit the room with candles at around nine of the clock. I had been playing this game for around an hour or so when I heard a noise coming from behind me in the kitchen. I shrugged it off as the game doing something interesting with the audio. A few moments latter a loude

1)Choose one of your own characters. 2) Make them answer the following questions. 3) Then, tag three people. 4) Feel free to add some questions of your own. Character: Pesto Posta 1) What gender are you? “Really...” *Drops trow and does the meat spin* 2) What is your age? “Hmmm...... I age?.... I thought I stopped that around fifteen hundred million...” 3) Do you want a hug? “Do you want a hug?” 4) Do you have any bad habits? “One moment...” *Picks up the phone* “My lawyers have advised me not to answer that question, any further pursuit of that question will be considered slander, and

I looked up from where the tendril had my leg and saw a form standing on a hill, far enough away to make clear image imposable; I though I saw a thin stream of smoke join the wind. After several hours, the watch I wore showed nine, I found despite me still being lost, managed to find my way out of the park. By the time I had fumbled my way out of the park it had begun to rain, and heavy. With a deep sigh and a slight glance to the heavens. I pulled my hat low, and began my the long, wet, walk to my place of employment; the sent of brine came with the rain. I got to the door at ten on the dot, knocked. The rain did not let up. The guard on du

Jak I once was known by the name Jak the Ripper. The name I did not pick, and only appropriate if you do not understand why what was done was done. The name chosen by one seeking to take credit for what I did… and do; why one would want to take credit for what I have done, I do not know how much they may have known. Humans are odd animals, as am I. I rather liked the name so I did not object to its use, that and the one taking credit for my doings provided a rather decent cloak, at least it kept the coppers off of my trail, not that I left one that many would understand. Let me begin by telling you that never once was anything that I