Welcome to the Imaginarium
In the beginning there was an empty blog and some guy who had no idea what to write… and then there was the Imaginarium. Read on to discover how it all began.
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Straining Credulity
Rewatching this classic horror series, its most shocking and terrifying element is now how true to life it actually is…
Part Nine: Installation 04
Of all the levels in all the games in all the Haloverse, he walks into The Library?
My Abundant Life, Prologue: How It Could Have Been
I am about to awaken from a nightmare and experience a newfound appreciation of my beautiful, abundant, perfect life. But first, the nightmare.
Why I’m Borderline Fucking Insane
Some days I honestly don’t know what to say. Today is not one of those days.
Part Two: Cast Adrift
Okay so the blog is live and my first post is up. Now what? Also, what am I doing on this raft?
Part Three: Come One, Come All, Just Don’t Come Today!
My distress signal just brought me even more distress. Does that mean it worked or didn’t work? I’m so confused.
Part Four: Enter Flashtime
Did I run out of ideas already, or do I just really love writing other people’s characters?
Part Five: Time for the Obligatory End of Level Boss Battle
But I didn’t level up yet! I don’t have the Triforce or a Spartan Laser or a wisecracking robot sidekick or anything! Not even a crowbar! Eeek!
Part Eight: You Really Couldn’t Have Brought a Gourd?
This part is short but sweet, kind of like Buffy if you catch her on a good day. This was not one of those days.
About The Imaginarium
The random musings of an aspiring writer on a journey to discover himself and his place on this immense ball of water and rock rattling around the incomprehensible vastness of space that we have imaginatively named Earth. I mean, if we finally discover an alien world and visit it for the first time and find out they call it Dirt, will we be impressed? If they have flying cars, yes we will, it won’t matter at all. Unless they call them hoverboxes. That would be too much.
Get in Touch
Message me if you like. Or not. I’m cool either way. Seriously, no pressure. Just do whatever feels right to you.
Musings from the Imaginarium 