“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe …”
And so begins one of the most beloved tunes from The Beatles, written and recorded in 1968. The whole song is dreamy and elegant with motifs of simplicity stamped throughout. A fitting theme for the current stage in Solomon’s journey across the dreamscape. A fitting theme, also, for our vampires who have stumbled upon an alien society right beneath their very feet. As for our bus driver, he wakes to find he was not dreaming after all, and is very much amidst the terror he knew not existed before this very trip.
They’re all traversing worlds they never knew existed.
Let’s get into it →
This should be the column where I wax poetic of all the progress being made on the attractions you are most exciting about seeing come to fruition. Should be. I apologize for the lack of hype here, most weeks, as there yet remains much to do on the infrastructure side of things. You see, I have the problem of scaffolding ideas as soon as they come up, and then I want to work on them incessantly until the next idea arises. So now the goal is to establish workflows by which I can easily record new ideas and leave them be until I finish building the attractions currently in progress.
Also, producing three attractions simultaneously—A Vampire’s Vengeance, House, Bus Driver—is no small matter. As such, I am ever so grateful for your patience as you await the arrival of Groundskeeper, Rise of the Warlock Queen, and Unholy Requiem, and other such attractions in the making.
The two vampires, in chasing after two strange Beings and their human prisoner, dropped down a grotesque chute and landed in a giant cavern underground. What did they find there?
Out of the casino, into the elevator, and onto certain death! Or maybe not. Wherever Solomon finds himself, it is not anywhere he expected. If, of course, there is anything left to expect for the man:
A grotesque photo album with strange pictures. What does this harbor for the three curious individuals who open it?
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The gift of time is, for many, an incredible gift indeed. Unless, of course, it is not a gift at all and arrives with a cost in excess of what one may be willing to pay …A tale from the Odds ‘n’ Endings Boutique.
Welcome to another installment of Bus Driver! When last we spent time with the bus driver, he was hunkering down for the night along with his passengers, guests of the people in the trading outpost. You can catch up with Part XXXV here. Now, do they spend the night in peace? Or is their rest cut short? Spoiler: they sleep just fine. But what happens next? How does the bus driver manage after a night of too much drinking? Let’s find out →
