Wallace Lovecraft

I'm currently working on my game about the human condition called "No Love."

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I just wanted to say that I finished my game in Nov 2019. It’s not a perfect game and I really want to try out other engines but time is too limited for me. Every day is another hurdle by the people around me. I really need to leave this life behind. Maybe.

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I was cleaning my room and I noticed that my fallout 3 vault boy bobble head was gone. Years ago when the house I live in was robbed, those people actually took my vault boy bobble head from my collectors edition...Though, it’s not actually a big deal to me because it’s just a material, but it does kind of suck. I should have never left it out and just kept it in the lunch box.

I then wondered where my kingdom hearts psp was and if that was stolen too. So, I looked because I couldn’t remember if it had been taken. I eventually found it with the game still in it which was nice. I took out the battery though because I was afraid of it expanding inside the psp like last time. I miss KH.

And that KH psp version was crap, might I add. It didn't even come with stickers like the jap version or a case for the game. I remember being very disappointed and let down. It was a very nice box, though.

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RunSonicRun, Wallace Lovecraft, Digital, 2019

Ez said that I should draw sonic so I did.

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GME C2, Wallace Lovecraft, Digital, 2019

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GME C1, Wallace Lovecraft, Digital, 2019

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Good boy Ness, Wallace Lovecraft, Digital, 2019

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I guess I have no choice. Let’s go.

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Ness laying on the grass. ❤️

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So soft, so happy.

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I love you Buzz buzz. :..-]

I recently beat this game for the first time. What a good game!

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I’ve thought of the new game and finalizing how the story is going to end. I made it out of my ass. I still need to think about it a bit more but I think it’s good, and unique, and possibly never been done before.

New game will be about psychics. 

I will make the screen smaller this time around and will play with screen sizes. I might just divide it half of “NO LOVE’S” screen size.

It was inspired by eb but my game is for older audiences.

I will be implementing some new stuff that I wanted in NL2 into the new game. I think it’ll be cool.

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My next game will be done using pixel art. I think it will take a lot of trial and error and some parts will be shoddy.

My next game will have onscreen encounters.

I’ve been thinking about it’s story in my head. Seems good. ;-/

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I thought that I should just put this post here

❤️ Demo: https://wallacelovecraft.itch.io/no-love 💖Steam: https://store.steampowered.com/app/817920/NO_LOVE/

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Playlist Tag

Shuffle the first 10 songs from your playlist.

I was tagged by @caitisims

1) Monster of the Mirimichi - Jon McKiel

2) White Sand - Striving Vines

3) Jenny - Electric Guest

4) Under The She - YAWN

5) Gold - Midnight Ghost

6) Safari - Sui Zhen

7) Running Wild - Moon Taxi

8) Keep It Coming - Eskimo Joe

9) Bigger Glass Less Full - Happyness

10) It Happens All the Time - Biff Bang Pow

I don’t know anyone.

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Hello! Once you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this on to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is super cool!)

Hm, I this might be fun, thanks.

1 - I like that I’m openminded.

2 - I like that I like the little things in life.

3 - I would say that I have a lot of patience so I like that.

4 - I like that I like to be productive. It has somewhat stopped me from having “fun” when I’m with friends but I feel like being productive is fun.

5 - I like how long my long hair is, I guess.

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Hello, I'd like to learn more about your church. I'm all ears, let me have it.

Hello! Sorry it took a few days to respond, I rewrote this a few times haha >///>;;

It’s just I can’t really find a way to easily sum up an entire religion. There’s too much I want to say, it’s simply impossible to say it all in one tumblr post, y’kno? If you have any more specific questions, that would really help. I’m more than happy to answer any questions to the best of my ability! ^w^

I did think of a few things I could say, which hopefully will give you some insight. Oh! And if you have questions you don’t want to ask me for some reason, feel free to check out lds.org (our official church website)! It covers literally everything you’d ever need to know about us haha

Anyways, under the cut is what I thought I should mention for now. If talking about religion makes you feel unconformable, feel free to skip over this.

Keep reading

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Pink Echo, took the time to tell me about their church. It was a beautiful thing to do. Read this later.

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My Spookiest Graveyard Skipping Stories

A little while ago I got this ask from @wallacelovecraft, and decided the best way to answer was to archive a bunch of me and my friends’ graveyard skipping shenanigans, since aside from a few occasions they rank as my creepiest ‘paranormal’ encounters. There is a part one to this of a bunch of our milder tales! Which you can find [here]. 

These last three are my “spookiest” stories! And the ones I remember the most. So hunker down and turn the lights down. My storytelling voice is coming on!

A Forgotten Place

I remember it was the middle of summer, hot and unbearable, and I remember it was bright, broad daylight - which is possibly why this story unsettles me as much as it does. Scary things, supernatural things, don’t happen during the day. That’s a spell the night lays claim to, supposedly.

Stef [my sister] , Anthony [a cousin of mine] , my Nana and I were coming home from a tiny water park entirely too small and entirely too unremarkable to warrant the hour and a half trip it had taken to get there. On the way back it was brought up that Anthony had never been graveyard skipping with us, and this was of course a tragedy. We decided now was the best time to rectify it.

We pulled off to the side of the road at the first cemetery we found. It was incredibly unremarkable at first glance. Small, hedged in completely by trees, new to us but obviously incredibly old. Opening the gate, the temperature dropped to a lovely and much more bearable degree, it was so overgrown with trees very little sunlight could make it in to burn it.

Me and Anthony started exploring, because old as it was it was new to us, and to me it looked magical. The few headstones that weren’t laid down were crumbling. It was so overgrown with trees that the cemetery actually disappeared back into them. To one side there was a crypt that had obviously once been below ground, but was now above ground due to erosion, the lid of it was askew. I wanted to look in, but there were dozens of spiders darting in and out of it, and I was too scared of them to put my face close to the black slit in the rock.

My sister and Nana hung back and walked together, very quickly already scared of the place. I have a clue as to why now, but at the time I felt nothing. I wasn’t scared, I didn’t think anything was off. I just thought it was old and dark and unloved. I wandered off from everyone else trying to read headstones that were so worn they couldn’t be read anymore. I remember most of them were arranged in circles around the trees there, like the people who’d plotted the place hadn’t cleared a space for a cemetery and instead decided putting up one in the middle of the woods was just the best available idea. Eventually I gravitated towards the most striking one, and the only one still partially standing.

My Nana was pretty frantically demanding Anthony stay close by, and was trying to get me to listen as well. She said there was something wrong with this place, and my sister agreed. We needed to leave.

The grave I was moving towards was a soldier’s grave, partially crumbled off on one sight, but still stark white against the rest of the dark greenery around it. I saw more of the white beneath it, and figured it was the pieces of stones that had crumbled away. I stepped in close to try to read the faded letters, and crunched through something.

It was then that I realized the white splayed out so neatly in front of the grave was not, in fact, the rubble from the crumble grave. It was instead the bleached bones of a cat, left out for who knows how long.

We left in a hurry after that.

While overall a creepy experience, it got even creepier later when I met lycanthropy-coven-girl who I mentioned in part one of this mess. One of the things she told me while sharing about her experiences was that her and many other covens like hers would often find old forgotten cemeteries out in the countryside, have their seances and make sacrifices in an attempt to get something to speak to them. She’d even offered to show me some of the graveyards once, but for obvious reasons I turned her down.

I have no doubt now that we’d stumbled on one of their ritual cemeteries, out in the middle of nowhere with no caretaker left to notice a group of teenagers killing pets in the woods.

I heard recently a refurbishing team payed a visit to the place in an attempt to honor and preserve the forgotten, nameless cemetery and refurbish the old gravestones. I hope their care and attention managed to scare of the kids doing shady shit where people are just trying to rest.

Creeping Lights

This is one from I believe last summer. Every once in a while - and i mean once in a while - our gang of friends will Scooby-Doo our way out to the cemetery my Papa is buried in to play flashlight tag. It’s a large cemetery with minimal landscaping on a site that’s mostly flat, so the few hiding spaces we can find are normally on statues, the belltower, around trees, etc. All the gravestones are in ground with no monuments or crypts, so thankfully there is very little hiding up against anyone’s loved ones! And out in the middle of the countryside, we don’t have to worry about disturbing any houses or sleeping neighbors to the property – and also people calling the police on us for trespassing.

The site is so bit however, that to make the game fair we can only play on one section of the grounds during a round. 

So, we’ve dug in to play on the belltower section. I can’t remember if I was hiding that round or not. We normally play in groups with 3 or so people seeking and everyone else hiding in pairs, so the fact that I remember I was with someone does little to help me place where I was.

All I know is at some point we make it back to the cars [base] to find Stef and Devin [my brother-in-law] both standing uncomfortably, watching something. Me and the people I was with join her and ask what’s going on, and we get the disturbing answer, “Someone’s watching us.”

And she points out of the cemetery to across the street, where we see two bright lights. Probably headlights.

This is weird for a number of reasons. The first being across the street is an empty field. This is farming country. There’s nothing but road, the cemetery, and a few trees for miles. You might pass a farmhouse or two. So whoever this is, they’re parked in an empty field, facing us, watching us play flashlight tag in a cemetery. Okay, maybe they’re the groundskeeper keeping an eye on us? Except the way this cemetery is laid out, there is an exit road to our left that leads across a covered bridge, and across that bridge is the funeral home and a couple of houses where the groundskeeper likely would be [assuming the groundskeeper even lives next to the graveyard, which some of them don’t]. If someone was going to come monitor our shenanigans, they should be coming from that direction.

Slowly, the rest of the flashlight tag gang comes to join us [we’d invited a few extra people to join than normal, so we were an intimidating 8-9 people]. Whoever is watching us seems to realize we’re all standing by our cars waiting for a throw down [we’re not, we’re waiting to see if we should run lol] and they start to move. Now this is where stuff get’s confusing on my end. I don’t know why, but for some reason my eye’s ability to interpret objects and return them to my brain for processing is absolutely terrible. It takes me ages to notice obvious things [which makes video games a pain in the ass] so, at this point, I lost all sight of the lights. And upon losing all sight of those two lights, obviously, I lost all ability to tell what the lights were.

I’m told by my sister and everyone else in the group however, that the lights left the empty field, crossed the street into the farthest entrance to the cemetery [the only other entrance besides the covered bridge] and then hides beside one of the clumps of trees the landscapers planted. This then prompts all 8-9 of us to walk around to try to find this guy and figure out if we should be leaving. We weren’t going to approach them. We were walking in the wrong direction to. We were just trying to get an angle of sight so we could see around the trees.

And after getting that vantage point, we never found the lights again.

We left.

We have no idea who or what it was. It could’ve been a truck [the lights were pretty high off the ground to be a car] but we never heard a car engine or the sounds of driving - which is kinda weird because the cemetery is right beside a highway and surrounded by open fields. You can hear everything, and because of the highway any car that wants to cross the street has to pick up a lot of loud speed to keep from getting hit. And even besides that, if they were a car and they were watching us, why didn’t they do anything? There was no calling the cops, there was no getting out and confronting us, they hid. If they were just there to watch us, why bother actually crossing into the cemetery?

Needless to say the encounter was weird and unsettling.

The Couple on the Bridge

This story is about the same cemetery many years prior, when I was still in high school. I have no idea who all was present for this one, since my current gang of graveyard skipping friends hadn’t assembled yet - outside of my sister, Elisabeth and @thetitlealwaysgetsme.

Now, an interesting thing about @thetitlealwaysgetsme [Title from here on out], she for the longest time hated graveyard skipping! I wonder why!

So to preface, we’d already had some weird things happen that evening. We’d started out skipping at a new cemetery shortly after sundown. I have no idea where it was now, it was on the way back from an event for a youth minister. I know there was roughly 7 of us out there, including Title. We tried playing flashlight tag there, managed to almost fall into a gaping hole underneath a tree, have someone report a warm vibrating headstone [i have no idea what was up with that], seen flashing lights we couldn’t rightly place in the middle of nowhere, and lastly but certainly the most alarming – heard the incoming warning call of sirens as cops were called.

So we split.

Title, during the drive back to town, insists something weird is up tonight. Like holy cheese and crackers guys let’s just go home. Let’s call it a night. It is dark out, everything is terrifying, there were flashing lights out there. Just call it good!

No, cried the rest of us, lovely and stupid, We want to go skipping somewhere else! That didn’t last nearly long enough! Besides we all know you hate graveyards! You’re just paranoid!

You’re all stupid! Cried Title, who was in fact quite right, The moon isn’t even out! It’s 11 at night on a pitch black night and there’s no moon! Go do your shenanigans but I’m going home like a rational person. This evening is cursed!

And so we dropped her off at her house.

And went to the graveyard. 

At this point it’s really late at night [11 to 12ish]. We pull up to the covered bridge to enter the graveyard and?? There are?? People?? There?? Two people dressed marvelously. I mean the lady is in a long flowing dress that I don’t remember the color of now, with beading that sparkled in the light and sheer fabric that trailed past her ankles. The guy she was with had on a stiff suit, probably a tuxedo, and he wrapped his arm around hers when we drove up. They were surrounded by lighting equipment, you know, the stuff they use when a professional photographer comes in to take your picture. And there’s a guy with them with a handheld camera. and all three of them are just standing in the middle of the covered bridge, full spotlights on them, watching us.

Okay, weird.

So one of us gets out of the car. There is an exchange. The photographer moves his equipment and we drive in and we all shoot weird looks over our shoulders at the people who are still watching us and we enter the graveyard.

Well, that was bizarre, we all unanimously agree as we drive down the road, I wonder why they were here? Taking pictures? In the graveyard? At night? With all that weird photo equipment and no discernible was for the lights to function?

Odd.

So, only half of us get out of the car [me among them] and we’re walking and talking and talking and walking, because suddenly hiding in the grass seems less appealing when there’s potentially people watching you. We walk around a bend in the road and suddenly hear the sound of a car fast approaching us. And we turn around and lo and behold it’s the rest of our party kind of freaking out.

We’re leaving.

What do you mean we’re leaving? We just got here!

Because they’re gone!

Who’s gone??

And sure enough, we’ve been in this graveyard for less than 3 minutes, and the bridge is clear. There is no couple with their fancy outfits. There is no bright, cumbersome lighting equipment or cables. There is certainly no cameraman scrambling around packing up his inventory.

They’re just.

You know.

Gone.

So we leave, thoroughly spooked because either they packed up and scrambled away in less then five minutes or one of us just asked a ghost to move his lighting equipment off the covered bridge.

It is at this point, while we’re sitting awkwardly in the car nervously wondering what the heck is going on and asking if anyone heard a car drive off while we were in the graveyard, someone points out rather ominously that guys, the moon finally rose. And it did, big as a quarter and bright bright orange and foreboding and so bright it seemed to blot out the stars.

Title said “I told you so” when I texted her later

The Follower

This last story is by far the scariest to me, not because I was there [because I wasn’t] but because of how real it was. And it’s saved for last because it’s not supernatural. So there’s that.

There’s a certain kind of behavior you start to anticipate when you have been walking in graveyards for as long as we have. People lose the plots they’re looking for, and you know this because they’ll circle an area twice and then go find another area of the graveyard to search. Caretakers will get curious, especially if you’re obviously not visiting someone. You get used to seeing their vehicles pause in a pass for a moment to watch you before quickly getting on with their business. Sometimes other people are walking - either to lose weight or because they’re just enjoying the weather. Your paths rarely cross more than once.

So when my sister saw a white pickup truck drive around her for the third time, she knew there was a problem. Not only that, but she noticed no matter how far she walked away from a certain plot section in order to get her walking in, this white pickup truck still somehow managed to pass her. Which is odd for someone looking for a specific plot, odder still for a caretaker, who would’ve noticed by now that she was just walking and not doing anything suspicious. 

So for a second she stopped walking to get her bearings, and figure out how far away she was from her car, and figure out what this suspicious looking truck was up to. She watched him turn around a bend in the road, drive around some landscaping – and stop. Hiding. Quite obviously. Just out of her line of sight.

Red flags are flying everywhere. 

This truck is following her. She’s alone in a graveyard in the middle of nowhere [the same, in fact, as the last two stories] and the sun is starting to set. This is A Problem. My sister quickly takes out her phone while she’s out of the guy’s sight - the only good thing about the fact that they’re hiding from her] and texts our group chat what she’s wearing, what graveyard she’s at, the description of the truck, and that if she doesn’t text us again in the next 10 minutes, the police need called.

And with a determined frown on her face, she starts walking again, pointedly, both in the direction of her car and in a direction where she can once again see around the landscaping to put eyes on the truck. And she does, and she watches the truck fly into reverse to hide from her again, because they know she’s noticed them.

She starts walking faster.

She hears the roar of the engine coming back to life, and sees the guy start to make another pass around the section of graveyard again. At this point she’s angry, and she’s scared, and she knows this guy is both following her and doing their best to keep from being identified. So when they pull around she steps into the grass and pointedly glares at him as he drives around. And he drives faster, and passes her, and she watches every move he makes.

He floors it away from her. 

As soon as he’s far enough away she runs through grass and graves back to her car, tells us she’s made it back into her car, and drives off. He does leave the graveyard, but doesn’t follow her home.

We have no idea what he wanted, or why. The most we can ever know is that he got spooked because she’d seen enough of him to give a physical description if she needed to. I cannot express how terrifying it was to be at work, looking at my text messages, and wanting to dive out the doors and to my car to drive and help her. But she was in the middle of nowhere, a graveyard half an hour away with night falling. If anything had happened, there would’ve been nothing I could do.

And that’s my scariest graveyard story.

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Part 2 of the scary story.