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I'm very excited about this game 

Cool places in Seattle:
EMP (Experience Music Project) - A rather large building that looks like a huge piece of awesomely twisted metal. I'd suggest looking them up and seeing if there's anything performing there.
Seattle Rep - Awesome place for relatively inexpensive theatrical performances.
Space Needle - Duh.

Be sure to:
Grab a Burger from Dick's - It's cheap, and I swear they have the best burgers I've ever eaten.
Dance at Century Ballroom - On Sunday Nights at 9 you can swing dance at century ball room for just $5. It's an awesome social experience, and the first hour is devoted to teaching people who don't know the basic steps. Fun with or without a partner.

I think this is my new favorite Ben Jordan Game as far as story, voices, etc. but I'm sad to say the difficulty in puzzles went down a smidge since the previous two games. This one only took me about two and a half hours. Nonetheless, I loved every minute of it.
I can't help but wonder if there are two endings? I love the cliffhanger, but I was 4 or 5 points off from a full score, so I didn't know if there was a slightly more satisfying ending...or at least a couple of easter eggs I may have missed.

By the way, my favorite quote right now is from the smoking man: "It looks like one of those things psychologists show you. I see a puppy. Does that mean I'm crrrazy?" 

Very end. Cannot solve the last puzzle

Spoiler

the amulet one.

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Hints?

Spoiler

Is there anything in the room you haven't examined yet? That's a mighty fine table cloth, dontcha think? why don't you check that out?

There is an inscription underneath the tablecloth. Bianchi will reveal it says something like "do not touch with bare hands". What can we do about that?

Touching the plumber's outfit reveals an opera glove in the pocket. That's useful, ain't it?

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Out of all the games in production right now, this is easily the one I am most hopeful for and excited to see released.
Good luck, guys!

Very excited for this one! I can't wait to play through it!
Good luck!

I'm very excited for this one!
Are you still thinking the game will be ready by July 8th or are you more likely to go slightly beyond that?

I'd be excited to see this as a game, but I think some of the later posts in this thread are forgetting one of the best parts of the idea: the house where all the different selves live. I think it would be pretty awesome if the main character went through a series of blackouts, and each time he went to the "house". Except the first time the house is all blurry, undefined, unclear...because at this point the main self can't really control his mind very well. By the end of the game the house would be crystal clear and easy to navigate...maybe you could even slowly gain the ability to switch into personalities at will.
...Of course, those are all ideas for a fairly long game. Probably not the best idea if you just want to keep it short and sweet.
And thanks for bringing up this idea! I'll totally go check out this book.

The story looks promising. Good luck!

To rock_chick: "A scribe (or scrivener) is a person who writes books or documents by hand" (Quote shamelessly stolen from wikipedia). So, yes, if the interviewer wrote by hand I should say they would count as a scribe.

That being said...here goes my entry:

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Dear Mr. Rivers
A story by Jeffers

This is my day:
I wake up. I make some tea. To hell with coffee, tea is better.
I pick up the newspaper and try to convince myself I’m interested in reading it. After a few minutes of getting lost in thoughts about something that has nothing to do with the shocking breakup scandal on page E2, I toss the paper aside and take a shower.
I head out to my car, grabbing my pen and notebook from the front hall table on the way out.. I drive off on my merry way.
…I forgot to mention, I did get dressed after I took my shower. I didn’t just drive around naked. That would weird. I think.
(Note to self: try driving around naked)
I drive up to the guard gate. I wave at the security officer. Friendly.
He scowls at me. Not friendly. The opposite of friendly…the antithesis of friendly.
“Whaddya want?” He eloquently inquires.
“I’m here to visit one of the residents” I explain. Duh. Why else would I come to a nursing home? What terrible business could I have? If I were a terrorist, I think the last place I would attack would be a retirement home.
(Note to self: find a terrorist and ask him what his lowest priority bombing site would be)
After dealing with the surprisingly aggressive guard, I park.
I knock on the door of one of the rooms. The door is open, but I find it polite to knock.
The old man inside half-whispers in his low, gravely voice, “Who is it?”
I take this as my permission to enter. I look around. The man sits on a small chair by his hospital bed, a walker at the ready in front of him. The lights are all turned of and the room is silent, save the occasional beeping pulse of the breathing machine. Between the oxygen hose attached to his nose, his poorly shaven face, and the fact that he’s been wearing the same outfit for the past four days, he’s quite the sight to behold. He’s not as a lively as when I first saw him…but he sure is something.
“Mr. Rivers, my name is Greg. I’m a volunteer. I’m here to talk to you for a bit.”
“Volunteer, eh? Have I met you before?”
“Maybe once or twice”
And I can't help but scream in my head, OR MAYBE I'VE BEEN VISITING YOU FOR THE PAST YEAR!
But that’s okay. His memory is fading, I don’t expect him to remember me. I knew from the very start he probably would never know who I was.
He sits up slightly. “So, what are you here for?”
“Just to talk, I guess. I love to hear stories”.
“You do, eh? That’s good. I got a million of ‘em”.
This was true. Mr. Rivers was well-known for his stories.
One time, Mr. Rivers had been visited by another volunteer. A very frightened young Christian girl from the high school…she was at most sixteen years old. She had agreed to help the residents fill out surveys so that the activities coordinators could get a better feel for what kind of hobbies and games the patients would like to play. The survey consisted of yes or no questions, like “Are you a physical person?”, “Do you enjoy the company of volunteers?” and “Do you like playing with animals?” Well, Mr. Rivers had a fun trick up his sleeve. Apparently, our generation wasn’t the first to come up with adding “in bed” to the end of every sentence. That poor girl is probably scarred for life.
(Note to self: find that girl and buy her a cup of tea sometime)
Or the time Mr. Rivers had used his skills as a retired electrician to hack into the nursing home P.A. system and play heavy death metal music just to screw with the other residents.
Today, I eagerly await the next story in the Mr. Rivers Saga.
But all that comes is a bunch of awkward mumbling of “well, let’s see…uh…ah…”
At this moment I realized that Mr. Rivers had gotten a lot worse with his memory. He always had a story to tell. Why couldn’t he remember one now?
“Could you just read me a story, instead?” He asks meekly.
This catches me off guard. Mr. Rivers is not a meek man. This is seriously wrong. Mr. Rivers is getting very ill. I know what needs to be done.
I write a note in the title page of my notebook. I read a short story I’ve written. And then, I say goodbye to Mr. Rivers. And I decide to not come back.

But I hope that a nurse will someday come by his room and find the notebook I left behind. And I hope that nurse reads it to him. Because it says something like:

Dear Mr. Rivers,
You probably don’t remember me, but I visited you every week for about a  year. Inside this notebook is every story you’ve ever told me. Whenever you’re feeling nostalgic, get one of the nurses to read one to you. Trust me, they are all very good...mostly because I wrote them. (I’m kidding. Mostly.) I hope reading these stories brings you the same joy I got from writing them. I’ll miss ya, you horny old goat.
Sincerely,
Greg Rivers