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I once met a man whose voice was but a whisper. He spoke delicately but impassioned. His voice was aged and wise, yet calmly quiet. When he spoke, I listened. I was brought to my knees. I was compelled not … Read More

I sat down here before this camera with the intention of telling you that you are a puppet, Felix. I was going to lambast you for being a slave. A slave to the children and their whimsy. A slave to … Read More

“A coffin doesn’t appear to be much, does it?” “A vessel of sorts.” “Pieced together by a craftsman, it’s planks of wood, cut to shape. That may be an oversimplification, albeit apt. You see, these planks of wood aren’t specifically … Read More

“There’s two kinds of beings.” “The first is loud. You might think of him to be obnoxious, but you will think of him. He stands at the precipice of greatness, shouting into the void. It doesn’t matter what shouts back; … Read More

A gray haze obscures a figure. “Thirty years on the job…” The indistinguishable figure blurs within the background. “I was the first in my family to go into the Arcadian Police Department. My father was a criminal and my brother … Read More

Jasper Redgrave… a connoisseur of death and a maestro of blood. You think you’ve mastered the art of despair, don’t you? That your brush, soaked in the misery of your victims, can craft something eternal. But let me tell you … Read More

A mother’s duty is not only to protect her child, but ready them for the world of Arcadia at large. Your mother was always the real marionette. Untangle your strings for a moment and listen, Foley. When the terrible storm … Read More

“You may not want to do it, but you will do it. It’s for your own good.” Flashback. The Slums. Tombstone finds a man slumped against a brick wall; his face drained of all color. His eyes are vacant, and … Read More

In a saloon in the slums, a man sits tossing a coin. The hand he’d been dealt is useless and he’s out of coin. He tosses the coin into the pile on the table and lays down his cards. His … Read More

“If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful?” “For longer than you can possibly remember, you’ve been struck by arrows, CJ. The first struck you when you were sent to Deathrow, but it wasn’t the last. It … Read More