Tales of Fayeralus [8-22-2019]

Hi guys! I have an adventure I’ve been working on for a few years now, and thought it would be good to mirror it here for the sake of getting more commands and getting things moving! Not to mention I wanna share this with a lot of people!

Only problem is... it’s more than 200 pages long, sooooo.

Here’s the link to the Mirror on MSPFA!

So yeah, give it a read please and if you want, tell me what you think!
Also: Yes I will be posting updates here too. It’s not website exclusive so no worries.

Not-so Casual reminder that this page is coming after 200+ more and that by

continuing to read without skimming through the other pages, you acknowledge that

you may be spoiled!

Anyways, enjoy.

==>Sarah: Get a layout of the house first.

Sarah: (Am I... reliving through this memory?)
Sarah: (If so...That would explain how I became a kid again... but...)
Sarah: (How am I going to get back to the real world? Do I just go along with everything as best as I remember it?)
Eric: Well? Are you going to help or not?
For the lack of better direction (that is to say, no direction), you decide to go along and help... whoever this Eric person is.
But first...


There. Much Better.
Sarah: Oh don't worry... I'll help with the boxes.
Sarah: Uh... where's our room again?
Eric: Really? You never even bothered to check out where our room was before the moving van drove up with all our stuff?!
Sarah: Sorry, I-I'm just really... really confused at the moment.

Eric: Sigh. You really are a pain… Fine.
Eric: I'll show you where our room is, and then you help me load up the boxes. Okay?
Sarah: Alright, sure.
Eric: Okay. This way then.

Seconds in the future...

…But not many.

Sarah: (Whoa... This place is more colorful that I remembered.)
Sarah: (Definitely a step up from that dismal greyscale that the house was painted with.)
Sarah: (Huh... actually, I never realized how depressing the house was painted before. Maybe we should get new colors.)
Eric: I can't believe I have to do this...
Eric: Not even three days in and I already miss St. Helens.
Sarah: St. Helens?
Eric: In the U.K. It's where I lived until mum decided "oh! I want to marry this man travelling abroad for his job and go through the bureaucratic nightmare of applying for citizenship in another country and moving in with him!"
Eric: "In fact, let's move onto an island province with nothing to do!"
Sarah: Uuuh… If it makes you feel better, I had to move out of my hometown too.

Eric: … No. It doesn't make me feel better.
Eric: You want to know why?
Sarah: Er… Not real-
Eric: It's because I've heard that you're a social shut in from your father.
Eric: You had no friends to lose. You had no honourships to lose. You could move to any place in the world and it wouldn't bother you.
Eric: Me? I had friends that I knew back since I was a toddler. I was a valuable player for my school's Cricket team. I was a regular A-B student!
Eric: And now all of that is gone! My friends are in another country and I have no way of connecting with them unless I use politically oversaturated and privacy breaching social media, my grades are going to more or less mean nothing at the new school we go to because of the different grading systems...
Eric: And as far as I know, Nova Scotia doesn't even have a Cricket team! It's probably just hockey!
Sarah: That's pretty presumptuous of you to assume that the only sport Canada plays is hockey!
Eric: Am I wrong?
Sarah: Er…
Sarah: (I haven't been to any sports games, so I honestly don't know.)
Sarah: (Plus I haven't been home in... god how long has it been?)
Eric: I'll take your silence as a 'No.'

Eric: And then there's you.
Sarah: Me? What did I do?
Eric: You're one of the weirdest people I've ever met. And now I have the misfortune of sharing my mother with you and your father.
Eric: I'm not going to lie, I don't like you very much. That being said, I'd prefer it if you didn't call me your brother. And when you DO address me, make sure it's "Eric Andlin" and not "Eric Evergreen."
Sarah: T-that's a bit extreme, don't you think?
Eric: No. I don't.
Eric: We're almost to our room. Hurry up.

Eric: And here we are. Our shared room, in all of it's disgustingly coloured glory.
Sarah: (Oh wow. That is a disgusting shade of yellow...)
Sarah: Well at least we already have a bed.
Eric: Yes... the bunk bed... I can't believe that I have to sleep on such a childish thing.
Sarah: What are you talking about? You're never too old for bunk beds!
Eric: That sounds exactly like something that a child would say.
Sarah: Hey!
Eric: Hey all you want. It won't change my opinion.
Eric: Once you're done staring, you can come back and help me with the boxes.
Eric: I'm not waiting for you, so hurry up.

So that was your brother? Or stepbrother from the sounds of it.
He was... Really, really rude.
You're beginning to remember why you didn't like him much, actually.
Well at least he's gone now, and you can take a moment to collect yourself.

>You might as well collect that glowing thing too.

Oh hey, I remember this from the omegaupdate forums.
Also, maybe it's just me but I see a few page with broken image links:

https://mspfa.com/?s=13397&p=28
https://mspfa.com/?s=13397&p=40

Also a broken color tag on this page:
https://mspfa.com/?s=13397&p=73

>This feels more like a lucid dream or simulation based on a memory than the memory itself given how you've got full contrl of your action and conciousness of who you are in the present.
>Now go heck that totaly unconspicuous glowing box

>You might as well collect that glowing thing too.

Oh hey, I remember this from the omegaupdate forums.
Also, maybe it's just me but I see a few page with broken image links:

https://mspfa.com/?s=13397&p=28
https://mspfa.com/?s=13397&p=40

Also a broken color tag on this page:
https://mspfa.com/?s=13397&p=73

>This feels more like a lucid dream or simulation based on a memory than the memory itself given how you've got full contrl of your action and conciousness of who you are in the present.
>Now go heck that totaly unconspicuous glowing box

Huh... It never actually struck you until now that this could potentially be some sort of dream that you could be having. Yet at the same time you dare not pinch yourself. After all, the entire reason why you're here could be related to you having this... flashback?

Maybe things will be clearer once you find the item that got you into this mess in the first place.

…

Wait... what?

Where did that thought come from? What item?

The idea seems familiar to you at least, but how did it even enter your brain in the first place?

Did it silently creep into your head or something?

Ah yes, glowy things. The bane of everyone's attention span.

Maybe it has something to do with the aforementioned "item" that you thought of.

Maybe it doesn't. But there's really no penalty here, so let's check it out, shall we?

It seems that whatever's glowing is behind this box that's against the wall.

Fortunately it doesn't seem to be too heavy, so let's just kind of... slide it over... 

And your efforts bear fruit! It seems that something was hiding behind the box after all.

Logic dictates that anything that glows is extremely important. Or perhaps a collectable of sorts. Videogames tend to influence people's minds like that.

To you, though? You know exactly what this thing is.

It was the cause of a lot of trouble for your dad, stepbrother, stepmother, and yourself.

It's something that you played around with for quite some time after finding it, and something that your father warned you about messing with because it belonged to him.

But you couldn't help yourself. Curiosity got the better of you, and then you played around with it more.

What's interesting is that to anybody else, this item would not have much significance.

And then one day... things just turned to chaos.

If you knew back then what you did now, you'd probably try to chuck this thing into the waters of Nova Scotia and hope that it either sank to the bottom or floated somewhere else.

Because even if you did do as your father told you, things wouldn't have changed...

Sarah?
*knock knock knock*
Sarah will you get out here already? I need to talk to you.

Author's Note: Many of the broken images and color text came from back when I migrated all the images from my STA.SH on DeviantArt to Miroware.io, and re-image migrating everything to the mirror in the span of a week while manually saving/uploading things (mostly on library computers, so there was going to be some busted stuff). It's fixed though! Thanks for notifying me!

>You feel bigger, stronger, faster. Invincible. Go and use your new powers. The world will quake beneath your boots.