I mainly post about House of Ashes, but here are some other games I like and may occasionally post about below: (setting it as a ‘read more’ because the list is getting long 😂)

Last week I decided to create some Uncharted OCs and used Cyberpunk to create their faces so I thought I’d share here.

The rain was coming down as Mike sat in his car looking on the other side of the road at the crime scene, the noticeable bright yellow tape closing it off and lead detective Phil Smith standing on guard. Mike knew the detective well at this point as he had written a few articles about some of his cases that had most likely made Mike his number one enemy for sure. Now here he was about to bug him with more questions that will most likely put Mike on the guy’s hit list when this article is written and published into the paper.

This sight was the third victim of a supposed ‘animal attack’ and Mike knew there was more to it. The detectives on this investigation clearly had no clue what they were doing, running around in circles at this point which grew more frustrating. Every full moon this seemed to be happening which had Mike pointing towards something supernatural. The question was how was he going to find evidence to support this theory and who was it?

Mike looked towards at the supplies he had in the passenger seat: His notepad, phone, pen and a wrapped up birthday present in a pretty pink gift bag for Lexi as a reminder to stop at Chris and Ash’s place after he was done with this. Mike grabbed his phone and put that into the pocket of his leather jacket, then picking up his notepad and pen before opening up the car door.

The door slammed with a thud and Mike looked both sides before quickly crossing the road to head right to the entrance of crime scene where detective Phil stood. Luckily the rain wasn’t coming down heavy, just that annoying fine rain that felt enough to get under your skin. He kept his notepad closed to keep the pages dry as he made his way towards the scene, smirking when he caught the detective’s annoyed look at the presence on Mike coming over.

“I was wondering when you’d show your face,” muttered detective Phil with clear unamusement as Mike flashed a cocky smile.

“You know me detective, got a story to write and I’m all about writing the truth,” he responded with a smile and small teasing tilt of his head.

“Sure you are,”

“So tell me detective,” stated Mike as he opened up his book to start his note taking.

“This another ‘animal attack?’” he continued while emphasising on the word ‘animal’ as he spoke.

“We can’t say for certain right now but all signs at the moment point towards another animal attack,” answered the detective as Mike hummed, mockingly taking notes. It had been the same thing every month, animal attack that they can’t identify. It was a busy city, there was no dangerous animals running around. The whole thing was odd to Mike.

“So what’s the animal? some angry cats or something? Birds?”

“We’re still investigating-“

“-there’s no bears running around the city!”

“No one’s claiming it’s bears-“

“-maybe not,” responded Mike before slightly tilting his head a little at the detective.

“But what I really wanna know is what are your plans to protect the city when the next full moon comes?”

Detective Phil paused at that, brows furrowing.

“Excuse me?”

“You must have noticed the pattern that this has happened every full moon, body found the next day from what you claim to be an animal attack.”

Mike watched as the detective looked a little taken aback, eyes squinted and looking back at him. He watched as the older man nervously swallowed before speaking.

“Like I said before Mr Munroe, we are working on it,” he said as Mike hummed in an unconvincing tone.

“Of course…until the next full moon,” responded Mike sarcastically, giving the detective a nod until the sound of footsteps coming closer to the two caught Mike’s attention. Mike turned to see a man in a black trench coat and boots that made his footsteps known as he approached, he looked to be in his 30s, maybe a little older than him, brown skin, buzz cut hair, a short stubble beard similar to Mike’s own.

“Sir, this is a closed off area-”

“-Detective Callum Taylor,” responded the new guy as he held out his badge for detective Phil to see. Phil squinted his eyes in suspicion as he looked at his badge and then back at him. Mike couldn’t help but put his focus on the new guy, his eyes scanning him and noticing the small scar on his cheek. Mike hadn’t seen him before from the detectives and police he’s questioned over the years for articles. The man stood with confidence compared to the others officers as he looked back at Phil and waited for him to let him through.

“Not seen you around here before,” stated Detective Phil.

“Been assigned today.”

“We’re handling it,”

“The chief doesn’t think so,” Callum said back in a calm but stern tone that Mike couldn’t help but smirk a little in amusement that someone else other than him was commenting on how this case was going nowhere. Detective Phil looked at Callum and the smirk Mike was trying hide before he gave a sigh and lifted the tape for Callum to duck under and enter the crime scene, not before turning to look back at Mike and pointing a finger in warning at him.

“We’re done here, Mr Munroe.”

Mike bit the inside of his cheek and stepped away from the scene, putting his book into his other pocket along with the pen as he began walking down the path. He knew he wasn’t going to get any answers from Detective Phil, the guy was either lazy or shady about the case and Mike was not exactly his favourite person.

He kept walking down the path until he found what he was looking for. An alleyway tapped off that also lead to the crime scene. Mike stared at the area and how tempting the urge to duck under the tape was for him. Mike looked back down the path he had walked down to see if Detective Phil was in line of sight before looking the other way to see if any other officers were around. Once he saw it looked clear, Mike stepped closer to the tape, giving a small raise of his brow before lifting it and ducking under.

“That was too easy,” muttered Mike to himself before adding “famous last words Mikey,” as he gently put the tape back down and began to walk down the alleyway. Mike has found ways to sneak onto crime scenes before, but this one was exceptionally easy. He stayed close to the wall of the alleyway, trying to keep quiet before peaking out to see if anyone was around. They all seemed to be inside to building, and no sign of anyone around so he stepped out and made his way over to the building.

Mike pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of the building the crime scene was at. These past few months Mike had been making notes and documentation on what he knew so far about the case. This all included trying to figure out if the buildings these bodies were found in had any connections. Mike knew there was something supernatural about this case, it all pointed to it, but he didn’t have the concrete evidence for it yet.

He stepped back a little to feel something hard touch the bottom of his shoe causing him to pause and look down. Mike moved his foot out the way to see something dark and long. He furrowed his brows and crouched down to get a better look at the object. It looked to be a nail, but very clearly not a human nail that looked to have gone unnoticed. Mike pointed his phone camera to it and this time turned the flash as he took the picture. As the flash went off, that’s when Mike noticed the claw marks in the dirt still visible even in the wet mud close by.

“Guess Phillip was right about an animal attack,” he muttered to himself before snapping another picture to get the claw marks in.

As Mike stood up and put his phone back in his pocket a voice called out.

“Wanna explain what a journalist is doing on an active crime scene?” Mike jolted at the sound of the voice, turning to see Callum coming over with a stern look on his face. Damn it. This wasn’t a good look for Mike to be caught on a crime scene before info had been released to the public. Mike winced as the detective came over, giving a sigh before turning to face him.

“Following up on my own leads,” answered Mike. Callum scoffed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and shook his head.

“I know journalists do some shitty things to get a story, but this is another level of disrespect,” said Callum, his voice stern and a slight tone of anger behind it. That comment made Mike wince a little. Kind of ironic Mike’s job given how he himself had been harassed by the press back when the news came out about the survivors of Blackwood Mountain.

“Look, I know how this looks but it’s like you said, they are running around in circles with this case.”

“That’s why I’m here,” responded Callum as Mike shook his head a little.

“You don’t understand, this is not a normal-”

“-I’ve got this,” Callum interrupted before Mike could continue. His stern, brown eyes looked Mike up and down before asking him “what’s your name?”

Mike nervously swallowed, he assumed this new guy was about to take him down the station for trespassing and Mike had no choice but to comply at this point.

“Michael Munroe.”

Callum’s brows furrowed a little, his eyes looking like he was thinking on something, familiarity at his name. Maybe he had read his articles and realised he remembered him? Mike couldn’t think of what else it could be. The detective turned his eyes back to him before speaking again.

“If I catch you here again I will have no choice but to take you into custody,” he warned and Mike let out a small exhale of relief at that.

“Okay, okay, got it. Loud and clear,” he muttered with a nod, gesturing with his arm towards the alleyway before turning back to leave.

“A word of advice, Michael!” Callum called out which made Mike stop in his tracks and turn to look back at him.

“Stay out of this.”