Edgar sighed, rubbing his face. The games had grown so tiring. He was feeling restless. Edgar knew what he needed to do. He shook his head.
I can’t. It’s too late… Isn’t it?
Edgar sighed. He reached into his desk, pulling out a simple leather-bound notebook. It looked old. The leather was worn and old, the pages were yellow. There was golden lettering on the pages, letters to someone. Edgar flipped to a blank page and started writing, this time in black ink. He began writing, slowly and deliberately.
My dearest Charlene,
It has been many years since I have written to you. I hope you can forgive me for that. My transgressions have no excuse. I just needed to speak to you again. It seems as though I have made many grave mistakes, and you are the only person who can help me fix them. I feel so selfish, asking you to help me again. You have done enough. You deserve to rest.
I think all I really want is for you to tell me that you still love me. That I’m not a monster. That’s all I can see in myself lately. The darkness is so great, it’s blotted out everything else. If you were here, what would you say? What would you do? Would you still love me?
I’m sorry to bother you like this after so much time. Regards,
Edgar
Edgar set down his pen, leaning back. He closed his eyes, waiting for her response. She always said she’d respond… But Edgar found himself terrified of what she might say. He didn’t blame her, whatever it was.
Edgar felt a chill and sat up. He sighed, smiling happily.
“You’re here… I… I… I missed you so much,” he stood to greet her.
Charlene shook her head silently. Edgar froze, trembling. Charlene gestured to the notebook. Edgar closed his eyes and took a breath. He knew what he’d see. It didn’t make it any easier.
Edgar. I can’t tell you how hard it is for me to say this. But I’m ready to move on.
I can’t tell you that you’re not a monster. What else would you be? You’ve killed hundreds of people. There was no rhyme or reason behind your games. Just death. I can’t forgive you for what you did. There was a time I could have pretended it was because you still loved me. But that time is gone. I need you to let me go. Close the book. Let me move on. If you still love me, do that.
Edgar shook. He looked at Charlene, eyes filling with tears.
“Let me make it up to you…” he whispered, “I’ll do anything. I…”
Edgar froze. Ghosts were filing in, one by one. His heart sank. He knew what he had to do. It wouldn’t get her to love him again. There was no chance for that. Edgar reached for the notebook. He gently closed the cover, knowing that what he was about to do was irreversible. He turned to address the crowd, looking at each of the ghosts. Memories flooded him, and Edgar dipped his head in shame.
“I’m sorry. Every one of you deserves better. You have every right to hate me. And… And I know what I have to do. Charlene,” Edgar turned to the girl. He smiled softly before continuing, “I hurt you the most. What I’m about to do… It can’t be undone. So… When I do this… Know we can’t ever go back. I’m sorry. And I love you.”
Edgar pulled a knife from his coat pocket. He slit the heel of his hand, watching the blood well up. He pressed a pure white ribbon into the blood, letting it absorb the blood for a while. Edgar wrapped the ribbon around the notebook, trembling as he worked. .He looked up at the ghosts.
“I… I’m going to kill myself. I’m going to join you. You can torment me, however you wish, for as long as you want. Charlene… I don’t want you to leave yet. You deserve to hurt me the most. I know I’ll never get to hold you again… But I want to know your spirit is at rest. That’s all I want…”
Edgar tied the ribbon. Charlene looked at him sadly. He dropped the notebook, suddenly wracked with sobs. It couldn’t be undone. Edgar would never be able to talk with her again… Edgar made his way slowly to a drawer in the corner of the room. He pulled a rope from within. The rope was tied into a noose. It was dusty, old. He had contemplated it before, but had never gone through with it. But now… He had nothing left to live for.
Someone laughed behind him. Edgar closed his eyes.
“Go away. You don’t control me. I’m done. I’m ready to die. They deserve nothing less from me. I tore everything from them.”
The voice chuckled. “Oh… My champion has given up. It seems that when you lose love, you lose everything else. How interesting. Well, before I let you go…”
Edgar turned to face his patron. He looked around, not spotting anything. Edgar sighed. The shadows pressed in on all sides. Edgar clenched his fists at his sides.
“Before I let you go… I want you to tell them everything. Better yet… Let’s show them.”
Edgar shook his head. “No. I’m not reliving that. It was-”
His patron laughed. A cloud of black smoke filled the room. Edgar looked around, trying to find an escape. The ghosts were unfazed. Edgar fell to his knees, crying out in pain. He trembled, weeping.
“Just let me die…”
Hello, one and all! Welcome to the third and final installment of my games! At least with Edgar. This one is set in the past, where Edgar came from. It is a non-b_stard game. There are no hidden mechanics, and you will never be lied to on flips or on your rolecard. There are items in play! I will roll a D3 to see how many items are sent out each phase. Random.org will determine who gets what item. There is only one pool of items, so anyone is eligible for any item! Days will be 24 hours, and nights will be 12 hours. Days will end either at 8:00 or 20:00 FR time, and nights will end either at 8:00 FR time and 20:00 FR time. Get votes and actions in before 7:00 or 19:00 respectively.
I can’t. It’s too late… Isn’t it?
Edgar sighed. He reached into his desk, pulling out a simple leather-bound notebook. It looked old. The leather was worn and old, the pages were yellow. There was golden lettering on the pages, letters to someone. Edgar flipped to a blank page and started writing, this time in black ink. He began writing, slowly and deliberately.
My dearest Charlene,
It has been many years since I have written to you. I hope you can forgive me for that. My transgressions have no excuse. I just needed to speak to you again. It seems as though I have made many grave mistakes, and you are the only person who can help me fix them. I feel so selfish, asking you to help me again. You have done enough. You deserve to rest.
I think all I really want is for you to tell me that you still love me. That I’m not a monster. That’s all I can see in myself lately. The darkness is so great, it’s blotted out everything else. If you were here, what would you say? What would you do? Would you still love me?
I’m sorry to bother you like this after so much time. Regards,
Edgar
Edgar set down his pen, leaning back. He closed his eyes, waiting for her response. She always said she’d respond… But Edgar found himself terrified of what she might say. He didn’t blame her, whatever it was.
Edgar felt a chill and sat up. He sighed, smiling happily.
“You’re here… I… I… I missed you so much,” he stood to greet her.
Charlene shook her head silently. Edgar froze, trembling. Charlene gestured to the notebook. Edgar closed his eyes and took a breath. He knew what he’d see. It didn’t make it any easier.
Edgar. I can’t tell you how hard it is for me to say this. But I’m ready to move on.
I can’t tell you that you’re not a monster. What else would you be? You’ve killed hundreds of people. There was no rhyme or reason behind your games. Just death. I can’t forgive you for what you did. There was a time I could have pretended it was because you still loved me. But that time is gone. I need you to let me go. Close the book. Let me move on. If you still love me, do that.
Edgar shook. He looked at Charlene, eyes filling with tears.
“Let me make it up to you…” he whispered, “I’ll do anything. I…”
Edgar froze. Ghosts were filing in, one by one. His heart sank. He knew what he had to do. It wouldn’t get her to love him again. There was no chance for that. Edgar reached for the notebook. He gently closed the cover, knowing that what he was about to do was irreversible. He turned to address the crowd, looking at each of the ghosts. Memories flooded him, and Edgar dipped his head in shame.
“I’m sorry. Every one of you deserves better. You have every right to hate me. And… And I know what I have to do. Charlene,” Edgar turned to the girl. He smiled softly before continuing, “I hurt you the most. What I’m about to do… It can’t be undone. So… When I do this… Know we can’t ever go back. I’m sorry. And I love you.”
Edgar pulled a knife from his coat pocket. He slit the heel of his hand, watching the blood well up. He pressed a pure white ribbon into the blood, letting it absorb the blood for a while. Edgar wrapped the ribbon around the notebook, trembling as he worked. .He looked up at the ghosts.
“I… I’m going to kill myself. I’m going to join you. You can torment me, however you wish, for as long as you want. Charlene… I don’t want you to leave yet. You deserve to hurt me the most. I know I’ll never get to hold you again… But I want to know your spirit is at rest. That’s all I want…”
Edgar tied the ribbon. Charlene looked at him sadly. He dropped the notebook, suddenly wracked with sobs. It couldn’t be undone. Edgar would never be able to talk with her again… Edgar made his way slowly to a drawer in the corner of the room. He pulled a rope from within. The rope was tied into a noose. It was dusty, old. He had contemplated it before, but had never gone through with it. But now… He had nothing left to live for.
Someone laughed behind him. Edgar closed his eyes.
“Go away. You don’t control me. I’m done. I’m ready to die. They deserve nothing less from me. I tore everything from them.”
The voice chuckled. “Oh… My champion has given up. It seems that when you lose love, you lose everything else. How interesting. Well, before I let you go…”
Edgar turned to face his patron. He looked around, not spotting anything. Edgar sighed. The shadows pressed in on all sides. Edgar clenched his fists at his sides.
“Before I let you go… I want you to tell them everything. Better yet… Let’s show them.”
Edgar shook his head. “No. I’m not reliving that. It was-”
His patron laughed. A cloud of black smoke filled the room. Edgar looked around, trying to find an escape. The ghosts were unfazed. Edgar fell to his knees, crying out in pain. He trembled, weeping.
“Just let me die…”
Hello, one and all! Welcome to the third and final installment of my games! At least with Edgar. This one is set in the past, where Edgar came from. It is a non-b_stard game. There are no hidden mechanics, and you will never be lied to on flips or on your rolecard. There are items in play! I will roll a D3 to see how many items are sent out each phase. Random.org will determine who gets what item. There is only one pool of items, so anyone is eligible for any item! Days will be 24 hours, and nights will be 12 hours. Days will end either at 8:00 or 20:00 FR time, and nights will end either at 8:00 FR time and 20:00 FR time. Get votes and actions in before 7:00 or 19:00 respectively.
Big fan of RP and mafia games, also super hyped for ArtFight this year Oh and I also used to be Dragonclaw101 Clayton Academy |