3-23-93 OOOOooooh.

Getting back to the game, making it happen a fast as possible, now. Strangely, my script is no worse.  Odd, speed is of the S.ence, dig? Tradewind blow north galleons to shores, Freedom's by choice.  Just a wash, nothing, a little here, a little there.  An image?  How about a house, standing out of the darkness.  It's a creamy color, the roof is lightly brown.  There is no garage, just symmetry: a window here, a window there, a door in between, all in white.  The windows are dark, but the door opens to reveal a light shade about half its size on the other side.  Moving in, it becomes a rail, a yellow, solid rail with finished wood laying atop it.  On the other side of the rail, down, down, is the lower floor, the cellar.  The steps begin directly below the lip of that railway and climb their way to our level about thirty-five feet away.  The cellar is dark, so are the stairs.  the railway makes a perfect rectangle surrounding the hole, for that's what it was, and you don't want to fall in, do you?

Opposite from where we stand, there is a gate, black, metal gleaming.  The light illuminating is from above.