#raw notes

EDIT: link to the other parts (that actually have a story with them)

So I've been sitting on these but haven't figured out a way to work with them yet. But it's been a while so I thought I would share what I have and maybe something will spawn later? *shrugs*

These are *very* unstructured, raw, unedited notes. It's basically a collection of some of the thoughts I had about this idea when I was writing it. First set was from before part 4. Next set was between part 4 and 5

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Once he's good enough his paintings will be able to fold time and space and become portals of what is shown

Eventually he'll be at to layer them so the portal is in disguise

Space core!

Still space obsessed and now doing it as art but will

Space core allows him to fold and manipulate space

Paintings are wormholes - semi-perminant portals

Can make those portals work for specific ppl only

Will eventually be able to manipulate space around him, redirecting movement consciously

Currently redirecting space and attention around him as he works *unconsciously* to give more more uninterrupted time and to keep people from finding his murals until he's ready

Could theoretically trap people in little bubbles/boxes of redirected space

Friends with Johnny, kitty, and ember. Tolerates Youngblood

Finds technus annoying

Hasn't met spectra but would hate her

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Johnny had been biking when he first saw him, felt the pull, thought it was another one to have fun - ignore

Johnny walking,  sees kid walking and start to fall through ground - panicked

Johnny pulls kid up, realized New ghost , no clue, death=raw?

Cracks joke, offers help

Start to meet up (park? Warehouse? Woods? Old lot?)

Weekly? Helps with powers

Brings kitty

Kitty also helps

Ember stumbles into meeting (looking for kitty?) Adopts danny as little brother of sorts?

I woke up this way, last couple of days have been like this, the monster hounding me again. Reminding me of all the time wasted chasing hopes and dreams, trying to make the world nicer for the tragically lost. Nothing left to do except to look back at this defeat, come inside, and pack it up. 

Circular thinking myself back into another rut about how things were suppose to be different here but never got the chance to take off with it. I was waiting so patiently as a good teammate should waiting for the chance for coach to put me in, but morale was shaky from the get go, and then when I was finally called it was too late, disaster and corruption had set in, egos hurt, competencies questioned. I shook when things got too heavy, retreated into my head-space, working to rationalize the poor will and stubbornness of all other parties and stayed out of it, sat like that for a long time, wondering what to do. Too long, but figured I wait long enough, I'd weather past the storm, which I did. Well I thought I did, but what came was the fallout, the damage had already been done and lots of it was taking placed elsewhere anyways. Another lesson in naivety. When things got clear, this was another dead end.  

I'm following through on something else I was certain I'd do when the time came, clipping my wings. 

The one thing I knew for certain about fatherhood was that is was going to be fun, at least some of it had to be. My happiest memories of my own childhood was wrestling with my dad. No matter how frustrated and angry I am with him, no matter how much emotional or physical harm he brought during his drunken rages, it's these I return to in order to redeem him as only human. He gave us his best, which what I'm trying to do now. 

I love getting them excited and putting on the whole show that little them has the power of David to take down my Goliath. They do, they have my heart, all of me will go to them. Everything I got. I love making them laugh, the little giggles and the big ones, deep chuckles and quick snickers. My jokes are terrible. Terrible dad jokes that they just eat up, giving me confidence in life. 

And I'm still a rookie at this, just celebrated five unbelievably fast years, I can barely keep up with quick the seasons change. They are my pride and joy, I will be forever grateful of their blessing. I knew conceptually of the enormous responsibility the endeavor would be seeing how it seriously strained the adults who would chip in to raise me. I'm holding it right now, the weight of their lives. What is the best for them short term, long term? Why is our country so segregated and why do we neglect our public education system? Will my daughter be safe from the worst of patriarchy, am I already doing her wrong? Can I raise my son to be a good man. 

This is my concept that's been on the back-burner for about a year. It's a game concept that I've been making notes about whenever I can for almost all of that time, and I found this in my files; it's the very first set of notes I typed up about the concept. 

Thought some of you might like to see it.

Keep in mind, I totally understand why people may not like this, and these are the very raw notes for it- I have now typed up almost 100 scripted cutscenes/incidences for the player to encounter throughout the facility, building up what is turning out to be a vast storyline.