Next to the girl was the name of the game: Ib. The game’s starting menu displayed a rather somber drawing of a stone faced little girl with long brown hair and blood red eyes. It came as a surprise when one of my friends walked over to a computer, plugged it into the TV’s HDMI input, and pulled up a different game: One that I had never heard of before. I expected that we were going to be playing one of the usual multiplayer games in our rotation: Mario Kart, Smash, Scott Pilgrim (before it was removed from literally everywhere). Everything was sticking to the status-quo.Įventually, we got the text and went on our merry way. Our typical activity was playing video games in his basement until our eyes bled and our stomachs demanded pizza. As tradition went, we were waiting for the text from my at-the-time boyfriend to give us the okay to head over to his house.

Seventeen-year-old Dorrie slipped on one of her several pretty floral sundresses and headed out the door to meet with her friends at their usual rendezvous point. It was a warm, sunny day during the summer of 2013.

I promise that I will be more consistent with posting, and I may even change things up a bit and occasionally post some prose and ideas for other personal projects on here! Thanks for being patient with this little froggie!)ĭo you remember the first time a piece of horror made you lose countless nights of sleep? Because I sure as hell do. (Hello hello, apologies for the radio silence on here, life is weird and I’m weirder.

Ib the game garry art