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Hello. I'm Viola Vane. And this is my house. Beautiful, right? You see, it's got a mailbox, and a trashcan and dead as shit grass. And a sky that looks like it's always going to rain. It's practically paradise. Let me change into something a little more befitting of my new home.







Oh, is my sarcasm getting all over you? Well, that's too bad. Because, you see. Sarcasm is all I have left now. Sarcasm and my phone.







And we're back to just sarcasm. Now, I wasn't always like this. Pathetic, homeless, clumsy. I used to live in this huge estate, wanting for absolutely nothing.











It was beautiful. Huge television screens, and custom-made modern couches built ergonomically to suit any butt that sat in its cushions.







That's the kind of life you live when you're as lucky as I am. Well, was.







My father, an industrial tycoon, lived for two things: money, and my mother. In that order. Which, you know, is sweet in some weird way. At least she was top two. I was up there somewhere because I always got what I wanted. But that might have been more appeasement through indifference, which I'm starting to think is the more correct opinion.



Still, we were a hell of a family. At least for a while.







There was this one teeny weeny incident where I insulted the son of the CEO of a company my father was trying to make a merger with. Start a merger? Merge a merger? God, I'm going to die out here.







My father was furious. I'm pretty sure it cost him the account. So he told my mother he was going to lay down the law with me. Finally put a stop to my uncontrollable bratty, entitled behavior.







I have no idea what he could even mean by all of that. There's no need for me to change a thing about me.



He dragged a trunk full of my clothes (thank god) out to the front of the house and told me a taxi was coming to take me away. I couldn't even believe it! He was kicking me out of the house! On my birthday and everything!







"You're an adult now," he said. "You better learn to act like it." Yeah, well, great job spoiling me for 18 years, fool! I'm pretty much ruined now and it's completely your own fault. It's like he never took Psych 101 or something.







None of those arguments worked very well, so I waited on my trunk for the stupid taxi to arrive. It was only in the back of the car that I learned I was off to some nightmare of a place called Midnight Hollow. It looked just as much like the backlot of a B-Reel Horror Movie from the 60's as it sounded. I wondered if the rejects milling the streets were all sent here as punishments years ago. It seemed like the only plausible explanation for why the place had anyone in it at all. Midnight Hollow: Where you're abandoned because no one loves you. Man, I should work for a suicide hot-line. I bet the people in this town could freakin' use one.







Well, Happy Birthday, Viola Vane. You have your work cut out for you in this nightmare village. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who, much like princesses in many stories, was forced into dire circumstances through no fault of her own.Hello. I'm Viola Vane. And this is my house. Beautiful, right? You see, it's got a mailbox, and a trashcan and dead as shit grass. And a sky that looks like it's always going to rain. It's practically paradise. Let me change into something a little more befitting of my new home.Oh, is my sarcasm getting all over you? Well, that's too bad. Because, you see. Sarcasm is all I have left now. Sarcasm and my phone.And we're back to just sarcasm. Now, I wasn't always like this. Pathetic, homeless, clumsy. I used to live in this huge estate, wanting for absolutely nothing.It was beautiful. Huge television screens, and custom-made modern couches built ergonomically to suit any butt that sat in its cushions.That's the kind of life you live when you're as lucky as I am. Well, was.My father, an industrial tycoon, lived for two things: money, and my mother. In that order. Which, you know, is sweet in some weird way. At least she was top two. I was up there somewhere because I always got what I wanted. But that might have been more appeasement through indifference, which I'm starting to think is the more correct opinion.Still, we were a hell of a family. At least for a while.There was this one teeny weeny incident where I insulted the son of the CEO of a company my father was trying to make a merger with. Start a merger? Merge a merger? God, I'm going to die out here.My father was furious. I'm pretty sure it cost him the account. So he told my mother he was going to lay down the law with me. Finally put a stop to my uncontrollable bratty, entitled behavior.I have no idea what he could even mean by all of that. There's no need for me to change a thing about me.He dragged a trunk full of my clothes (thank god) out to the front of the house and told me a taxi was coming to take me away. I couldn't even believe it! He was kicking me out of the house! On my birthday and everything!"You're an adult now," he said. "You better learn to act like it." Yeah, well, great job spoiling me for 18 years, fool! I'm pretty much ruined now and it's completely your own fault. It's like he never took Psych 101 or something.None of those arguments worked very well, so I waited on my trunk for the stupid taxi to arrive. It was only in the back of the car that I learned I was off to some nightmare of a place called Midnight Hollow. It looked just as much like the backlot of a B-Reel Horror Movie from the 60's as it sounded. I wondered if the rejects milling the streets were all sent here as punishments years ago. It seemed like the only plausible explanation for why the place had anyone in it at all. Midnight Hollow: Where you're abandoned because no one loves you. Man, I should work for a suicide hot-line. I bet the people in this town could freakin' use one.Well, Happy Birthday, Viola Vane. You have your work cut out for you in this nightmare village.