30 Day Video Game Challenge: Day 20!

Happy Tuesday Novas! I am super excited as today I have FINALLY finished the book Dark Blood that I started reading a few months ago. I wrote up a first impressions post a few months ago as well and now I can write the full book review. It should be up this week! Thank you to all of the book bloggers that have enticed me to start back reading! Also, I’m super excited that I have been writing on my story. My co-worker suggested a boo called Outlining Your Novel and it has helped tremendously with me created a generic outline that I can follow to finish my story. I’m using the brain mapping technique in which you create a chart with a central theme or plot and then you connect as many different plots, subplots, characters and incidences as you want. This allows me to have a general structure for the story but also gives me choices in which way to take things. I LOVE IT!!!! Any way on to today’s post.

Day 20 – Favorite genre.

This one is pretty easy to me. For about 8 years now I have been massively interested in the First Person Shooter genre. With the exception of the most recent COD game (Call of Duty Infinite Warfare) I have picked up each new release in the franchise at midnight on launch day. I really like a great shooter game but I am also really into sandbox, RTS and RPG games at the moment as well. For me though, shooters are still my day 1 A1 genre!

Which genre is your favorite? What are your currently working on or playing? Let’s talk video games!

-Luna 🙂


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Creative Writing Pt. 3 The Discovery

Happy Wednesday Novas! I know this post is longggg overdue, but here is part 3 of my 4 part creative writing series. You can check out parts 1 and 2 by clicking the respective links at the bottom.of the post. For all of my new Novas and to refresh your memory, this series allows me to create a story from pictures sent to me by a friend. We have agreed to create a story comprises of 4 pictures. Here’s today’s picture.

Kyrie blinks his eyes repeatedly searching for the voice that told him he could never leave. With his go pro in hand, Kyrie decides that now is the time to record the events in the house as he knows no one would ever believe his story. Kyrie starts by grabbing a candlestick holder. He reaches in his pocket searching for a lighter. “You don’t smoke. What are you doing?” He says to himself. Kyrie has a flash of a memory. He could feel the smoke filling his lungs. The heat feels all to real as his core is warmed by the ash. Kyrie exhales and the clouds of smoke starts to take form as a shape. A face of a girl. At that moment Kyrie feels the cold metal of the lighter and wakes from his trance. Drenched in sweat Kyrie reaches in his pocket and pulls out the lighter.

With the candle lit, our friend looks up and starts mapping out his path. He takes a step on the winding staircase. Then another. Kyrie swivels the candlestick from left to right revealing the cracks in the walls. “The walls look like marble. ” he acknowledges.  The pictures on the wall are taking form. First they’re there, then they’re not. The staircase is lit; the staircase is dark. Everything’s changing on him, but he manages to reach the top floor.

He starts hearing the same chime as before. It’s echoing and directing him towards the room on the right at the end of the hall. The paint in the hallway’s faded; then its not. The house is silent and now it’s not. The chime is still going but now he hears a radio,  laughter and can smell fresh bread baking. “Am I going crazy?” Kyrie finally makes it to the room. He sets the candlestick down on the floor and looks around. The chiming has stopped. Kyrie spots a newspaper in the corner and picks it up. The dust is messing with his allergies and he sneezes releasing excess dust in the air. The sneeze brings to light the a revelation. The horror he’d witness in the piano room and the reason why he is here. The blood is all on Kyrie’s hand and this time it’s not a hallucination!

What did you think of the 3rd part of the story? Are you starting to piece together what’s happening? What do you think will happen in the conclusion? Let’s talk creative writing!

-Luna 😁

Creative Writing Pt. 2- The Curse

Happy Wednesday my brilliant Nova Super Stars! Thank you for tuning in to week 2 of my Creative Writing Challenge where me and my friend send pictures to each other and have to connect 4 pictures to 1 story. This idea was brought about by 2 other fellow bloggers who send pictures to each other as well! Thank you Woven Eclipse and Acacia Aurora! Check out Part 1 of the series by clicking here! Let’s get back into the story, as we left off with Kyrie pointing his Go Pro camera inside the house and going in!


“This is nothing.” Kyrie says as he walks around the strange, abandoned manor. His feet are releasing the echoes of peanuts smashing and chips being crushed throughout each corridor of the house. As he walks down the first hallway to the right of the front door, his curiosity is peaked. Kyrie keeps his camera in front of him, filming every second of his search. The sweet melody of a chime is lingering around the corner. “What is that?” Kyrie says. His legs began to turn to noodles and his head pounds, the chiming is getting louder. Kyrie’s brushing against the wall trying to stay erect. One foot after the other, he will not be detoured from finding the source of the haunting chime. He uses his energy to film what is happening, catching the wood floors, the old chandelier on the ceiling and the rats running across the floor. Kyrie starts to slow down as he’s finding it hard to walk. Using the camera he knocks the cobwebs out of his way and proceeds to follow the sound of the chime. Kyrie gets to the end of the hall, where the sound is at it’s highest, he peers into the room to the left with a look of horror. “It, it can’t be.” Are the last words he could utter before gravity was too much, Kyrie collapses between the hall and the room where he had drug himself to find.

The crimsoned, blood moonlight is shining on Kyrie’s face. He awakes to a nauseous feeling in his stomach. “What Happened” Kyrie says. The last thing he remembers is seeing the older women that had told him about Bancroft Manor laying across the piano in the room, dead! “Where did she go? Did I imagine the whole thing?”. Kyrie sneezes and his body flies up off of the floor before plummeting again. Startled he looks at his hands and then stands up. Kyrie tries to sneeze again but nothing happens. “The Camera!” Kyrie remembers. He searches around the room trying to find his Go Pro, assured that all would be explained if he watches the tape. But something’s wrong, he can’t find the Go Pro. “I know it’s in here, I pointed it right at the piano.” he says snapping his finger trying to remember what happened before he collapsed. The snapping of his fingers sounded as if they were echoing back down the corridor. 1 snap, 2 snaps, 3 snaps and shock! Kyrie’s no longer able to snap, something is obstructing his fingers from moving. It’s an object, almost as if… “The Go Pro?” Kyrie looks at his hands to see his camera firmly in his grip.

“This is crazy, right?” Kyrie says. His instincts are urging him to leave so he heads to the front door. As he receeds back down the hall the path is lit with the blood moon’s light shining in from the windows of the kitchen and what looks to be a bathroom. Kyrie reaches the door, twists the old brass knob and pulls at the door. The creek of the door opening is all the weirdness Kyrie could take for the day. “I don’t care if I lose the bet.” he says and takes a step towards the door. As he’s walking out he feels a burning sensation all over his body. Sparks of red and green are enthralling his area. The interactions are too much and Kyrie reverses to get back into the house. The sparks stop. “You can’t do that.” a voice calls out to Kyrie. He knows no one else is in the house and chooses to ignore the advice. Kyrie braces himself and sprints towards the door. The pain of the shocks are almost too much to bear, but he can see that  he’s almost free.

Kyrie breaks through the barrier, bruised and burnt. He hunches over to catch his breath and notices the brown wooden floor illuminated by the moon’s light. “This looks like blood.” Kyriee notices. “No!” he says. Kyrie looks up to see the same vestibule area that he had just ran away from. He turns behind him to see the door and the outside world. What did he just run through? “How am I still in the house?” Kyrie thinks. “I told you, you can’t do that.” the voice says again. Kyrie’s blood is boiling now, is someone trying to play a trick on him? Well he’s had enough. “I can’t do WHAT!!!!” he screams turning his head, awaiting the response. The haunting silence would have been enough to drive a person mad. It would have been enough to have a fleet of ships surrender before ever approaching the shore. But it would not stop Kyrie. His senses are heightened as he waits for the response. It seems like an eternity, alas the voice calls out “You can never leave.”

What do you think is happening or will happen next? How would you feel if you were Kyrie? Let’s talk Creative Writing! Tune in next week for part 3 of this 4 part series.

-Luna 😀

Creative Writing

Hiya Gamers, Geeks and Friends! I’m super excited about this new segment that I will add on to the blog! Firstly, I want to shout out WovenEclipse and AcaciaAurora for inspiring me to start this creative writing venture. Both bloggers send pictures to each other and write a short story regarding the picture. When I first came across these posts I fell in love because it’s a great way to hone your craft. Check out their posts  that inspired me below:

For Want of a Distraction -WovenEclipse

In The Name of Love– Acacia Aurora

Let’s get started I will display the picture sent to me this week and write my story!


Additionally: I would like to say that this looks like a scene for the video game 7 Days to Die (great game btw) lol. Now on to my story.

Kyrie Dayton wasn’t afraid of the Dean who relishes expelling students at any turn, he wasn’t afraid of the biology assignment to dissect a snake and harvest it’s grotesque organs, he didn’t feel nauseous at this years Scream Fest on campus that supplied endless student bodies to the infirmary on campus, after the all too realistic dinner and a movie featuring spaghetti guts, sausage intestines and don’t forget the poop pudding with tootsie roll lumps (mmm he could go for another helping of that pudding served out of a diaper). No Kyrie would not be phased by any of that, he wouldn’t let himself fall victim to the common musings of a mortal human. He dared to be different, enjoyed embracing the weird and consented to every cleverly, concocted scheme to terrify, make sick or watch the fears manifest. With his ability to not fall prey to silly stories, fables, rumors and tales, why couldn’t he move? Why was his heart seeming to beat in slow motion and the sweat rolling down his brow he couldn’t wipe? More importantly, why did he have this overwhelming sense of nostalgia as if he had seen this house before? Why was Bancroft Manor burning in his mind!

The aroma of rotting wood, burnt rubber and spray paint gave Kyrie the worst headache. If being here on a dare wasn’t enough, now he’d have to endure the stench of death for 3 hours. Last week Kyrie and his best friend Harmony were walking on a back alley through the streets of Kentucky. The young adults were up to their usual antics gabbing about the football team’s humiliating loss and ranting about the students who asked the most annoying questions in class. Kyrie and Harmony were both seniors going to college at LSU. During their excursion, they stumbled upon a woman seeming to be homeless outside of Brisco’s Deli on Fleece st. Kyrie bought the woman an Italian sub with chips and a frosty slushy as it had been abnormally hot this Winter afternoon. Grateful for the meal or pulling at his leg, the elder woman told Kyrie of a dare that has never been fulfilled. She told of an old manor where no one dare’s enter and how no one could spend 3 hours in the house before running scared. Kyrie was a thrill seeker and Harmony had dared him to try and stay in the house for 3 hours. Fast forward to today he can’t move!

Kyrie can feel his joints relaxing and his breathing finally stabilizes. He approaches the decrepit steps and takes a deep breath. “I have never been one to run away from a challenge.” Kyrie thinks. Just then a burst of confidence is instilled in our friend and his face flashed a smirk. With determination in his eyes, a smile on his face and his Go Pro on his hip, Kyrie seeks to win the dare and enter the Manor. He starts up his Go Pro, records his snarky intro and pushes the door to Bancroft Manor open. Kyrie spins the Go Pro camera around to start filming and journeys inside.

What did you think of the short story? What ideas come to mind when you see this picture? Once again thank you for the idea from WovenEclipse and Acacia Aurora! Would you like to join in this Creative Writing exercise with me, if so comment below and we can!

-Luna 🙂


Leveling Up!

Hiya Gamers, Bloggers and Friends!

This is my first attempt at the Daily Writing Prompt and since I do not have a post scheduled for today, I figured it would be a great time to keep those writing muscles sharp! The daily writing post game me a great idea to start a writing series of tips and tricks that I have used to create a more efficient blog. pzo1128_500 Each post in this section will discuss my struggle and the solution similar to how a strategy guide for a game would cover different topics.If you are having some of the same troubles that I am, maybe my “Strategy Guide” segment can assist you and have you Level Up your blog!

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I am fairly new to blogging (not new to writing ) and sometimes I find it difficult to Resist the urge to write or more specifically, the urge to immediately post an article! In my daily life I love being social. I tend to ramble on and jump from topic to topic as I never want conversations to end. This has trickled down to my writing. I currently have 3 posts completed that I want to post immediately because I want people to read them and like them or even comment on whether they agree or disagree. I have had to find ways to resist the urge to write and immediately post topics. So how did I do it?

It’s actually cqjqqxcwuaaytx4 a simple remedy. I have just started scheduling the posts for different days of the week. I’m not sure why this works for me but it tricks my brain into thinking that the post is completed and distributed or something. The urges I have to immediately post the article literally disappears and I am able to get on with my day without that anxious feeling. That’s it! Short Daily Post prompt today. I would love to know if anyone else has been having this issue and what you would or have done to fix it!


Thank you for reading my ramble and Game On!


via Daily Prompt: Resist