STARTER LAB: LOVECRAFT

Uninspired dread seeps itself deeper into a man, no longer resplendent. Time continues, pulling the subject as a body slack against the floor, dredged from the muck and debris of an adult life uncomplicated, from where he most sparkled into a location that he could only sanction as mundanity.

It's why when Daichi had glanced casually at the screen of his son's gaming machine, the images of an immersive world both in the unknown and the adventure, had the author who hadn't felt the rise of excitement and curiosity flutter from his chest as moths would do in skeletal rib cages, seeing freedom to explore. The father wouldn't push his adolescent teen into sharing, their relationship continued to struggle as time proved to have cause problems for what felt like the man's ultimate downfall.

It was exactly 1:05 a.m. one morning when the father kissed the pools of his wife's clavicles, while she dreamed of her own desires, that Daichi would glide himself off of bed to explore the concept pf this video game that he knew knew nothing about, considering that it might very well be mechanism for his own creativity's second blooming. 

Settling into the seat, adjusting it slightly for his own preferences, Daichi managed to maneuver through the title screen in awe of how something could feel so real while noticing how his own heart raced in staccato. With a clever name chosen and a push of the random generator for his character, Daichi appeared in his new form (a little chaos, a little whimsy) and in looking at the makeshift mechanisms, LOVECRAFT got his very first look at himself and he jumped back in pure jump scare at his attire and visage.

"I look like one of those punks who'd ask Kenji for his lunch money! " Lovecraft in his new form huffed at his reality, the raven almost space buns surely did insight fear into the hearts of others as he realized where he was and quickly turned to face the young girl who practically seemed to be his son's age!

" Nyare? Nyweb? " It was almost as insulting to repeat how the professor spoke as he felt with this what looked like a child butchering the one thing he felt most kinship with in this world. " What about my questions? Who do I get to answer those? "

For what was he assumed to be a tutorial, this didn't feel particularly beginner-friendly.