TheNightmareAuthor

There were only a few signs at first: Rumors on the streets, sidelong glances and knowing looks, specific questions and awkward conversations. Then it became more obvious: Outright accusations, those close to me getting ready, news from (un)verified sources. The explosion came long after: It shook the ground as ire spewed from our mouths, sending people nearby running for cover. Smoke billowed out from our ears and noses. Words, like flaming comets raining to the ground, littered down and burned both of us. We hissed and seethed like bubbling water, burning anyone that was unfortunate enough to be close to us. The radioactivity alone was

The Story of Alan Wake NOTE:  This story is the story of its game NOT THE NOVEL, the GAME Episode 1: Nightmare - The Lighthouse Alan:  'Stephen King once said that "Nightmares exist outside of logic." And there's little fun to be had in explanations; they're antithetical to the poetry of fear.  In a horror story, the victims keep asking "Why? But there can be no explanation, and there shouldn't be one. The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest. And it's what we'll remember in the end. My name is Alan Wake. I'm a writer." "I've always had a vivid imagination, but this dream unsettled me. It was wild, dark and weird even by m

A mysterious broadcast from the west calling out to I, Courier number six to the canyon wreckage in the west I walk, one final quest calls my name onward into the storms of the divide I walk, this time I seek only truth not money or fame into the silo and grab ED-E my love, at least I have him to help me if I get in to a fix the voice of a man play through ED-E, he wants to talk face to face without any tricks towards Ashton I go with tunnelers on my tail, but the Red Glare will end this silly game hit the button and all hell breaks loose, nuke sails high and goes boom guess I'm to blame closer to Ulysses I get, but the marked men let

Down south lay the Mojave Drive in, a boring place to play something new, a satellite hit but what could it possibly do lights out, I wake up in a strange land head out and meet the think tank crew Mobius on the screen laughing and taunting about my brain, God keep it safe I pray to the Big MT wastes I go, chased by the roboscorpions and there mighty death ray lobotomites chasing me through this school, these guys are about as bright as a shoe this place is filled with cazadors and nightstalkers alike, it's a psychos zoo in to the forbidden zone I go, so close to my brain now I can honestly say Mobius, he doesn't seem like such a bad