OOC:
viewtopic.php?f=31&t=5454&p=392173#p392173A Group of friends had gathered to honor one of their own, Kendal Matherson, whom had just been pronounced legally dead two nights prior to the day. Kendal had been… well always a bit of an asshole, however his friends eventually had learned his family life had been hard and that had caused him to be the guy they grew to know and befriend, every once and a while they got to see the real him long buried under his grumpy and anti-social behavior. These friends had come together despite their strangeness… or perhaps that was what brought them together, each one being just… weird compared to the normal people of the college they all attended. They’d all gotten close to one another, using their rich friend’s home as a hang-out even as he constantly told them off… only to relent and let them abuse his home, given he wasn’t paying for it really anyways. They had great times together and truly became almost a family to one another. Kendal had a passion, one that he became consumed by in the last month of his life, slowly distancing himself from his friends, to the point he’d flat out voided them from his life in the last few weeks before his… incident. They’d intended to force him out, only to find his home empty and a letter written to them, a suicide letter by the looks of it. It was only a few days later his vehicle was found, driven right into the nearby lake… no signs of his body yet found, but people reported seeing him driving it up there the night he vanished. Their good friend was gone with only a strange letter apologizing for things he’d done all that was left to explain why he did it.
He’d asked his work be destroyed, his friends having gone to do so… when one of them had found the game he had been working on inside of his laptop, actually completed and ready to play. An agreement was made between the grieving group, they would all gather at his home and spend the whole day playing his game before disposing of it as he had requested them to… and thus that was what brought them all here today to gather. The large home Kendal had left them, his will apparently leaving everything he owned even the money in his trust fund to be split amongst his friends having QUITE angered the young man’s parents, was no longer as warm as it used to be when they gathered, the loss of their friend making it just lack that certain something. The first of the group had just arrived, keys in hand as they had all of course copied Kendal’s key at one point to keep him from keeping them away, the door unlocked and ready to be entered by those who had arrived first. Inside it was just... different, everything was the same as Kendal had always kept it of course, the young man had always wanted his home looking proper and neat, some said it was due to being a control freak but his friends knew enough it was more that this was his space and his need for control stemmed from a lack of control in every other part of his life before claiming this home as his own.
The Area in the living room was prepared for everyone to hook their various computers up together in order to play the game he'd made with one another, they'd done this many times before for various games, whether in playing together or against one another depending on the game... everyone had "their" spot and it was waiting for them... though the comfortable black lounge chair would remain unused this time, lacking it's owner and the one whom made sure everyone knew that was and always would be HIS spot... there had been a joke at one point that Kendal would want himself to be buried with it, though given the situation such a joke just felt sour. The game however had been passed around so everyone could download it for today, titled "Everlust" of all things... the friends had always joked Kendal was a closet pervert, even a few times he'd thrown some rather lewd comments about certain things that had led to his friends figuring him out. Even so, this was their good friend's life work, what he'd intended to be a game to revolutionize Fantasy games like no game had done before, and the first work he'd have done of his own choice. At some point each of his friends had given input on it and even through his complaining they'd find themselves later grilled upon their ideas, in turn giving them each a part to add to his work upon completion. The game was the remaining testament to their friendship with the grumpy young man whom had apparently cherished them so much he'd left them each enough money to pursue whatever they wanted to even as he took his own life for whatever reason. True he had ask that all his work be destroyed but... it seemed a waste to not at least enjoy the game he'd once admitted he only wanted them to play when he felt it was worthy enough for them to play it. Thus, the friends gathered, unaware of just what sort of game they were about to venture into... a game that would end up not being a game at all, but a true and honest Adventure...