The Insula Cruor Legacy 1.1
Welcome to
This is Jacques de Rais. He just moved to the lovely little island community on Insula Cruor.
He shares his modest home with the evil-genius-ninja-cat Mr. Sang.
On the surface, they appear to be normal. But lurking underneath
that surface is a darker truth, unknown to anyone, even Jacques.
The first inkling of this hidden menace appeared when the local
Garden Club rep, Tiffany Zarubin, stopped by.
Mr. Sang was unimpressed.
Jacques got very upset about her holding Mr. Sang. No one touches Mr. Sang.
"I don't even have a fucking garden, lady! GET OUT!"
Things didn't go much better with the next neighbor to stop by. Jacques had fun though.
After a full day of pissing off the locals, it was time for some grub.
Their first night in Insula Cruor started peacefully enough.
Until Mr. Sang got restless.
He was not sure why Jacques wasn't more impressed with his thoroughness.
Jacques provided an alternative quickly. After all, he still didn't have a job.
While waiting for his morning paper, he decided to get a workout in. He had a feeling
he was going to need a lot of strength and stamina in the coming months.
He was obviously out of shape.
A nap was in order. He dreamed of Lisa, the woman he had a 'connection' with yesterday.
The afternoon began with some mass murder. Bugs had infested his trash can.
Jacques hates bugs. Hates.
He really worked up an appetite killing the bugs. Mmmm, bologna.
Another day, another paper, still no job. Jacques was really looking for a job as a
journalist. He was actually on Insula Cruor doing some research on his family history.
Jacques continued to meet his neighbors. This is Ivy Copur. She seemed nice enough.
Not that nice, apparently... Jacques has some person boundary issues.
He has relationship issues in general.
But this looks like fun, right? I mean, nothing says 'hello' like an ice cold water balloon.
It was hot out. I bet it felt nice.
Kristy did not appreciate the effort. That made Jacques mad. She came to his house!
She should play his games. Disrespectful bitch.
She can go straight hell. Literally. Death by flies for the pest. Fitting.
As the essence of Kristy fades away, Jaques remembers he has another guest.
He should clean up this mess.
Mr. Sang greets Ivy, who is oblivious to the macabre scene she's standing in.
Mr. Sang is not impressed. Again.
"Dammit! Now you're going to track Kristy bits all over the house. Bad kitty!"
"Ivy. I noticed you holding Mr. Sang outside."
"That was not a very good idea."
There might be something wrong with Jacques. Seriously, deeply wrong.
"Don't. Touch. Mr. Sang."
It was Ivy's turn to not be impressed.
Jacques: "Ow, my brain!"
Jacques suddenly forgot what he was doing. He was hungry though.
"There was something I was doing... What was it, Mr. Sang?"
Hmmm...
Yummm, red is Jacques' favorite color.
*twitch* *twitch*
A calm feeling came over Jacques as Ivy reminded him what he was about to do.
She wouldn't even let him finish his meal in peace. She was really ticking him off.
"Ivy, I think it's time for you to go."
Good girl.
Umm, hello, diva-death. What's with the sparkles?
That's two in one evening, Jacques. I think you might need to be a little more discrete.
Good luck with that.