In the bathroom barricaded in, Crimson dripping from my trembling fingers, Splattering against the porcelain, Meandering slowly toward the drain, Staining the ivory, dying it scarlet. Body sweaty…
I am going to be telling you about the game I created and the difficulties in it. So some of the difficulties in this where that some of the landscapes wouldn’t load and the characters sucked. They would not move which was very odd. Some of the landscapes did load but they didnt work correctly.
My mother was a very secretive, mysterious and enigmatic person. She was someone who would never leave trail of what she has been doing. She gave me the name ‘Dierdre’, which means a broken heart…