The Story
I'm at the library, I thought while being here I could just...do my own thing and be left alone to write without being disturbed by the phone...or anything but in the ironic turn of events...the place is about to close in about 15 minutes...so it looks like I'll make little to NO progress whatsoever. Damn. Well, on with it I guess.
Half-Quake: Reality - Script
Italics denote Thoughts.
Narrator: Most people are of the belief that when you die you are destine for either Heaven or Hell, nothing else. But, have you ever stopped and thought for a second...what if you were at death's door, knocking...you wait for an angelic choir or a blazing inferno and instead, a third party appears...It happens in everyday life so often why can't it be the least be feisable in the after-life? It's like waiting for an old friend to show up and instead a grinning stranger is standing there. Fear grips you because you have no idea of what they're intent may be...
Well...this is no different.
Half-Quake: Reality - Script
Italics denote Thoughts.
Narrator: Most people are of the belief that when you die you are destine for either Heaven or Hell, nothing else. But, have you ever stopped and thought for a second...what if you were at death's door, knocking...you wait for an angelic choir or a blazing inferno and instead, a third party appears...It happens in everyday life so often why can't it be the least be feisable in the after-life? It's like waiting for an old friend to show up and instead a grinning stranger is standing there. Fear grips you because you have no idea of what they're intent may be...
Well...this is no different.