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| Richv1 |
Posted - 01/13/2010 : 2:12:06 PM
Greetings!
My name is J.s. Earls and I'm the author of a story-game called The Realm Unseen. For those who don't know me, I wrote the graphic novel adaptions for 5 of NY Times best-selling author Ted Dekker's novels, created a historic runaway slave, revolutionary hero comic-book and I'm currently scripting story-games for National Geographic's Border Wars.
Sooo . . . what's a "story-game"? Glad you asked! Basically, it's a story or scenario where you — the reader — make choices about what our hero — also you — does at key points in the adventure. So, essentially, The Realm Unseen is an adventure starring . . . YOU.
And speaking of you . . . you've been invite to play a quick and easy e-mail version of The Realm Unseen where you simply read the short section below, consider the questions at the end and then REPLY to therealmunseen@gmail.com with your response. We will then e-mail the next part of your story — based on whichever path you chose — and this will continue until you uncover this miraculous mystery and make one final, fateful decision.
The Realm Unseen will soon be available in several formats (CD, novel, MP3, online, etc...), but this is your chance to experience the complete interactive thriller for free. And feel free to forward this e-mail to anyone else who might be interested. It is pretty intense and readers are frequently asked to make life and death decisions, but it's basically safe for all-ages to read (*I also created The Sorrow to support the National Association to Protect Children) and I utterly hate spam too!
So what are you waiting for? Let the game begin . . .
THEREALMUNSEEN
I N T E R A C T I V E E - M A I L A D V E N T U R E
DARKNESS . . . BITTER DARKNESS . . . WRAPS YOU IN ITS COLD EMBRACE.
Its ghostly tendrils enfolding your soul.
Drawing you close. Tighter and tighter. Effortlessly, relentlessly suffocating you, until, at long last . . .
You awaken.
Gasping for breath.
Your head lost in a foggy haze.
Your eyes open wide. Seeking. Desperately, frantically searching, only to find . . .
The darkness remains.
It's icy grip growing ever stronger. For you feel no blindfold, nothing to hinder your vision whatsoever.
As unbelievable as it seems ~ you are blind.
And, as the life-altering implications blossom in your mind, many other revelations are soon made apparent.
You can't speak.
Not because you've miraculously become mute. But because someone has obviously tied a gag around your mouth while you were unconscious.
You also can't move.
Someone has tightly roped your ankles and wrists into some sort of dental chair. Apparently, a rather sadistic dentist. Maybe that also explained the anesthesia used to sedate and drag you into this dental dungeon.
Or whatever . . . wherever this is.
Trying to calm your increasingly claustrophobic nerves and gather some sense of your location, you shut your useless eyes and try to listen ~ as intently and as calmly as you possibly can.
You hear the hum of computers. Medical equipment. All echoing off concrete walls. Maybe a science lab? You're unsure. The only thing you're certain of is that you're really starting to freak out.
Why me?
The eternal question.
Suddenly . . . a sound. The soft rattling of a doorknob. Over and over, until, finally, a foreboding click. Then, the creak of a door.
This is it, you think. My captors have finally come to kill me. Or worse.
The anticipation is agonizing.
Soon, there's a violent tugging on the rope around your left wrist. You shudder in surprise and pain as the twisting, rapidly-moving rope saws at your skin. Then, with a sudden, glorious "snap" . . .
You're free.
Recklessly, you rip your left wrist through the tattered rope and make quick, frantic work of the one on your right. Soon, both hands are free and swiftly unwinding the gag from your mouth.
"Who ~ who are you?" you ask. "Why did you free . . . ?"
Your questions are cut short by a most surprising, most unexpected sound.
A meow.
A cat?
You've been rescued by . . . a cat?
And an incredibly intelligent, well-trained cat at that.
Opting to leave those mysteries for later, you lean over, feeling for the ropes at your feet. The strange cat, once more, helping to loose your bonds and set you free. Even as you struggle to stand, fighting the after-effects of anesthesia and your newfound blindness, you can feel your feline friend purring and brushing against you, its collar softly dinging.
Step after cautious step, you travel toward the unseen door. Hands out before you. Ears alert and ready for the slightest sound of trouble.
Reaching the entrance, your fingers quickly crawl over the doorframe, searching for the knob only to discover the cat had left the door cracked open. Perhaps there were some things this super-cat couldn't do. Or, maybe he meant to leave it ajar.
As if on-cue, your feline friend brushes past your ankle and out the door.
Stumbling over the door-jam, trying not to flatten the cat, you clumsily catch yourself on some sort of railing. Using the rail to pull yourself up, you find that it seems to run to both your right and left, down, what sounds like, a long tunnel.
Your attention is also drawn to the railing itself, which appears to be made of metal and is covered in a number of odd, circular indentations. Perhaps, if you could see them, you'd have some sort of clue which way to go.
Of course, you can't see them.
And, although you can hear the cat's collar trailing off to the right, clearly wanting you to follow, there was something about that four-legged phantom that was just as disturbing as the rest of this insanity.
To make matters even more confusing, you're certain you can hear the faint sounds of traffic off to your left. While, down the other, all you can hear is the insistent clang of that cat collar, like a church bell proclaiming the end of the world.
A wave of dread washes over you as you realize either path could mean the end of your world. Perhaps . . . both.
But you can't just sit here waiting for some demented, blindness-inducing dentist to return and finish the job he'd obviously left undone.
So, which way will you go?
If you turn to the right ~ reply "RIGHT" to therealmunseen@gmail.com
If you turn to the left ~ reply "LEFT" to therealmunseen@gmail.com
THE REALM UNSEEN copyright 2010 J.s. Earls | WEBSITE: therealmunseen.com | E-MAIL: therealmunseen@gmail.com
Richard Vasseur |
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