Here is a thing I wrote at two in the morning after playing the Cradle for the third time around. It is rife with ‘creative liberties’, so forgive the mistakes (especially with the patients names.) All praise to the Gods of Making Shit Up! Huzzah!

ALSO, I'm working on a companion piece entitled 'Fiery' that is told by the one-and-only King No One. It's a bit slow in coming though. His Maj is a bit long-winded.

Of course I own no-thing. All belongs to Eidos, the mighty Null, and his creepy brains.