is it really u? alanxwake from all those years ago? are you back?
Do you remember me?
Bah.
Umm. yes yes it's me! I hath returned!
imstillblushingkthanksbahthankyouimgonnagohidenow!
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@alanxwake
is it really u? alanxwake from all those years ago? are you back?
Do you remember me?
Bah.
Umm. yes yes it's me! I hath returned!
imstillblushingkthanksbahthankyouimgonnagohidenow!
This game is keeping me so well-fed.
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♪ It's my story to write Ripping pages in the night When the writer is in doubt I just scratch, scratch out ♪
"i'm back.."
I guess I've always found Alan vaguely attractive, but for some reason my brain here was like 'oh hes like pretty pretty".
Scratch.
I have to get the Clicker to Wake.
The aggressive barking from Ilmo and Jaako from their cells, fade. Saga's attention is completely focused on Alan as she shines her flashlight on him. Red.
Covered in blood. His hands bury his tired face.
"Wake, I need you to tell me what's going on" She demands, a sigh trails off her lips. A huff of frustration. Done with this horror story bullshit.
"I-I'm trying" Wake winces, finally looking up only to meet the glare of the flashlight piercing his blue eyes. A stinging sensation forces his eyes to close. Shaking his head, a grimace as he sighs deeply. Grinding his teeth, he looks up again blinking at the light drowning his features.
The look on his face, tired and tormented. "are you alright, Mr.Wake?" Saga lowers the flashlight, and a hint of concern laced her words.
Shifting, Wake manages to stand but his legs wobble, unable to find his footing. It seems standing only ignited the pain that surged within his head, rendering him to his knees. His fingers curled into his messy dark hair. A grip as his hands tense and his teeth clamp.
"N-Uuugh" He sputters, his eyes closed from the burning pain behind his eyes. Pushing him further down into the floor beneath.
Saga attempts to rattle and open the cell door, but the lights begin to flicker within the station. Red and white flashes in a flood of darkness. Fumbling, unable to insert the key.
A pained scream escapes Wake's lips, catching Saga's attention immediately; a loud howl of agony. Looking up, she stumbles backward, seeing Wake being thrown around the small walls of the cell. As if something or someone was lifting him, and throwing him against the walls, or pushing him down on the cold concrete floors. It's as if he's possessed, like The Exorcist or something similar.
"Wake!" Saga yells, her breath taken from her as she watches the unseen force throw Wake's body around like a ragdoll. Saga quickly returns to the key, as the lights continue to flicker.
Everything suddenly falls silent. Wake's pained screams were silenced.
Looking up from the Keyhole, Saga shrieks as Wake stands before her. The beam of the red lights still as they illuminate a motionless Wake standing before her. He doesn't blink, move or.. breathe.
"The Clicker" He growls, hoarse and distorted words envelope the cold cells. He's no longer, Alan Wake. It's Scratch.
"There he is..." Jaako yells, "I'm going to fucking kill you, you fucking Monster" He challenges him; Only to waste his last breath on taunting Wake as Scratch flays him from the inside.
"This is my story"
Help Me.. [June 1st, 2013]
I..I... can't write, i'm struggling - my eyes are blankly staring at the page, my face is emotionless. The page before me is still void, my fingers hovering over the letters, but nothing happens... i hesitate and i can't muster a single sentence... a single word, nothing is coming out. Nothing at all... I'm so close to finishing but, i can't write, i feel like my hands, my brain is paralyzed in darkness...... But, i'm so close. I have to write... or, i'll never make it home soon.
Is it really you? [May 21st, 2013]
My mind is racing, spinning, and creating twisters in my head; ever since Alice somehow spoke to me, I've never lost hope, it's always been there with her beautiful face in my mind, guiding me but i ... i swear, i was almost at breaking point, and i wasn't going to pick myself back up again.... i was going to stay down, and never rise again.. but, she wrote to me, and at the most crucial time. Her words, i knew it was her... it sounds like her, i could hear her voice with every word... it had to be her, it was her..... If i believe it wasn't, I'll end up crumbling and falling.... It was her, and she's still holding on, she still loves and she's still waiting.... My spirits are lifted, and the light that was fading inside is glowing vividly within; I'll find my way back to her... I'll be home soon, Alice....
Taken [May 16th, 2013]
They stood there, their feet solid on the ground. their movements shifted and skittered Like they were struggling to move - their movements looked surreal and uncanny, but they just watched me. Their eyes leaking of the darkness, painting their face black. They were riddled, sealed.. and protected with the thick, malicious and poignant mist that wrapped around their being; fueling them with extreme strength and will... will to stop me, pull me from my goal, my path and my desire to save Alice...
They were waiting, waiting for that very second the light above me flickered and died, desperate as they hovered and moved around me, surrounding me. Teasing and haunting me with their weapons, swaying them about, mocking and laughing at me; they lust for their weapon to collide with my body, to stop and break me from reaching the Lake, their home...
Their loud voices, repeating words, sentences and quotes they might have said; when they were human.... they were once someone important, a father, a brother, a son, a husband... Now, they were nothing but the evil and sick darkness that animated them, pulled their strings and ruined them...
Their words spilled with staggers and broken chants. Speaking in a monotone sense, high pitched and dragged out words were annoying and repetitive like they didn't know how to speak properly...Stuttering and screaming at me, like i gave a crap about what they were saying?...
Sometimes, i'd glance at them and just wonder.... "what the hell are you going on about?" but by that point, the light has burned the darkness away, and i could end their miserable reincarnation once and for all; better for the both of us really....
I won't ever forget my first tangible experience with a Taken; Carl Stucky...
He was throwing, literally pounding an axe into some poor hunter's chest; i remember the sound of the man's ribs breaking and crackling as the blade chomped down and ripped through the bone, the blood oozing from his exposed wound - I remember him muttering his name, stuttering at me, but he just kept talking about cabins for rent - rambling on and on, jumping from log to log, playing games with me... I couldn't wrap my head around it, not then... hell, it still strikes a nerve when i sit down and think about it, it really is an incubus, a Nightmare shifted into reality....and i walked right into it...
Had i never accepted the key's and directions from Barbara Jagger even when i knew something wasn't right; Alice and I would still be happy, relaxing in Bright Falls, i'd be able to clear my head and tell my wife i loved her... Now? I don't know what time is anymore, I'm stuck in the bottom of a lake..... writing my Return in the very same Cabin that started it all; ravens watching me with their tainted eyes, Why am i still here?.....
Because i swapped places with Alice; i wrote her free and i took her place.... and i really don't regret that choice....
I'd sell my soul to dream you,wide Awake...
Dark Deception [July 2nd, 2013]
The walls are painted red - i can just see the dark liquid as the lightning flickered and stroked through the black sky; the crimson liquid tainted it’s surface, splattered and smeared across it, leaving a deadly and sinister trail -
that lead me to the smashed mirror, scattered across the floor. Pieces and shreds of glass, splattered and spread across the carpet. Large pieces sticking out, like razor blades coming out from the ground, each step left a loud crunch and crinkle beneath my boots. Heavily stepping and avoiding the deadly shards, that crossed my path. The hall way - dark. Leaving me, blind and deaf as the screams howled and pierced my ears. It was like a dream; the distortion of the corners of my eyes, the blurred centre. I wasn’t walking straight, wavy and staggered steps as the Darkness riddled and tried to suffocate me as it entered my lungs, with each heavy and panicked breath. My finger tips traced the walls that enclosed me, I was home.
The doors, closed and locked, sealed shut. I could feel the cold shivers run down my neck, travelling down my spine. My arms were soon wrapped in goose bumps, It didn’t matter what i was wearing, my thick black hoodie couldn’t contain this un-natural freeze that filled the entire illusion. Wind was soon whisking and wrapping around my ankles, flowing pass my arms and brushing through my hair. Each step was slower than the next, my knees ached from the cold that rushed over me. I knew i had to keep moving; i needed to keep moving. The more i moved forwards, the closer the light at the end of the hall way beamed, as if it was reaching out to me - but, i couldn’t move any faster as the darkness swam and swarmed around me. Stopping me, it entangled and forced me to my knees. My knees collapsed, they were already weak - it knew that fact…It knew my weakness and my battles. Gritting my teeth, i force myself up. Stepping forwards, the blood on the walls now stained my finger tips… The screams stopped, to a single halt. I could hear my own breathing, my heart beating and racing with my pulse…. The silence was deafening and frightening, a warning of things to come, the havoc just around the corner…
This was the calm before the storm, the serene echo of each step was haunting. The mellow steps becoming deeper. Reaching the end of the hall, my hands planted the wall, clenched in fists. The light was gone. The dark room with the hint of blue shades swallowing me; i had nowhere to turn. I could feel my heart trembling within my chest… The fear rising, the adrenaline shaking my bones…I had no idea where i was, this storm was just beginning….
I was soon sinking, water was now rising beneath my feet, grabbing my ankles and clawing my legs, pulling me down… My heart beat was in my ears, the erratic and strong beats hammering and increasing in pace as the cold water drowned me. My aching bones tried to move, rise above the evolving water, swimming upwards to find myself falling; falling endlessly into darkness, I scream loudly, as loud as i could as the terror surrounded me and engulfed me… I didn’t know where i’d land, if I’d land at all; I was floating now and my eyes slammed shut…
As the fear overtook me, my heart racing. My pulse erratic and unsteady. My breathing heavy and quick…. My back is slammed hard against a solid and damp surface, with a loud thud. The pain struck my spine, my back throbbed in agony… my arms and legs felt numb in that moment before i could move, my eyes soon opening as water drops from my cheeks and nose. My hair drenched in the oil, the black thick liquid drenched me…. As i blinked; it became clear and dissolved as it dropped and faded into the ground beneath me…
I couldn’t wrap my mind around the events i had just experienced; was this a dream? an illusion of the Dark Presence. Was i asleep? This couldn’t be real, it had to be a dream? The more i thought about it, the more my head started to pound and shake in agony, my temple was surging with agonizing bolts of pain from one side of my temple to the other. Behind my eyes, the pain struck the nerves and left me gasping in pain….The light was soon flashing before my eyes, angering my head; the raids at my head were excruciating to the point of withering in pain…. As i lay there, cradling and resting my palms against my head, my fingers grasping and wrenching my hair, A large burst of light shines over me with a loud hum…. As the light illuminates me, I find myself in the forest of Bright Falls. The Taken standing and waiting for the light to remove itself from me; but it lingered and stayed…. Letting out a gasp of relief, My head no longer torments me and i can move….. But, where do i go? I have no gun, No flashlight, No flares or Flashbangs. I’m stuck, I’m stranded and my mind is playing mind games with me, illusions are throwing me around like a rag doll… The more i move, the more this cataclysm evolves and takes over me…..The more i move, The Dark Presence wins. I am lost inside myself, I can’t find my way home….