After New Years I made a radical decision to get rid of the game I was playing, which also meant saying goodbye to the guild I was in and the people in it.
I left a long note to the officers and formally resigned, but didn’t leave time to get feedback.
Thoughts to get rid of it all had come and refused to leave all day long. I deleted Band and the game, and feel that I didn’t handle it correctly.
I’m constantly thinking I should re-download Band and explain to the guild leader why I left, what I’m doing, etc. but am afraid they won’t take it right.
–from a case study from a former gamer, January, 2018.
Behind the mansion is a path through the Labyrinthine Woods you have not explored. Having survived a barrage of poisoned barbs from Dr. Winter, you and now on a path that continues to get darker. The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.
You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does it move?
You now hear hooting sounds in front of you. A piece of the night sky has jumped to the ground. It now moves like the silhouette of a person crouching. Whoever it is is wearing a draped in a giant black beach towel. The figure starts to make monkey noises.
“Oo Oo oo ah ah ah ah ah! oo ah oo ah oo ah!”
Territorial sounds of owls: He says don’t get closer. This is why Dr. Winter did not pursue you into this trail. He knew better. If you go any farther you may be ripped to shreds. Or however these weird towel creatures kill their prey.
You are now between a rock and a hard place.
This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **
*Try to ward off the towel owls
*Get Dr. Winter to call off his pets
Stay tuned, hikers!
You go first, I’ll just stay here.
You choose to continue your hunt for the remaining jewels. Once found, then you can answer the message of the person calling for help in the Labyrinthine Woods. The white cat in a lab coat casually goes around the corner of the mansion. What’s around that corner?
You already know the cat is able to use poison darts from a bamboo blow gun he stores in his lab coat. Cautiously you sneak around the corner. No sign of the cat. It’s worth the risk. To your left is a stream that runs along a dug out gully. There is a bridge roughly 200 meters. To your right is the back of the mansion, just a wall of marble stone slabs bonded by mortar. In front of you is a path that leads to the Labyrinthine Forest. It’s a path you have never explored.
Oh, look, it’s that cat in the lab coat. Never mind him. Cover your neck, maybe he won’t shoot you. You move along toward the bridge. Uh oh. There’s another cat in a white lab coat. You run into the forest even as poison barbs fly all around. Once in the Labyrinthine Woods the barbs are no longer being shot. You turn around. The real white cat in the lab coat watches you but does nothing.
The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.
You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does the sky move like that?
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In your absence I have not been idle. I’m having no difficulty recruiting new test subjects. It’s an task when people underestimate you.
While I’m stuck as a white feline, know that I’m still a genius intellect. People refuse to accept that. They still treat me like an adorable ball of white fluff!
They say, “Aw, what a cute kitty! And he’s dressed in his own tiny lab coat!”
Then before they know it, they’re wearing a cat suit and chasing mice. I cannot stand playing the role of the friendly cat. Until you can think of new ideas for this blog, and include me in them, I will be waiting.
The Marb and the Moonlight Fettre also want attention.
As if The Marb can beat me, that overgrown orange, saber-fore-pawed, fur ball and his army of organic weirdos!
P. P. P. S.,
You’ve been calling me “Dr. White” the past few blog posts. Seriously it doesn’t take a genius to look at the previous posts and understand my name is Winter. Winter!