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loveandmurders · 2 years

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In the name of everything, I'm so in love with your story about the Sinclair brothers and little sister..! It's so good... I can't, my heart... I love it so much..!

I know, that this is so banal and hackneyed, but can I have an option, where the sister spent almost all of her childhood and youth far from her brothers, please? Like, the parents, for some reason, decided, that, nope, the fourth child is too much, or something like that, and little Y/n was taken away from Ambrose. Of course, the boys were categorically against it, but, listen to the opinions of children? Pft, no, Victor is too good for that. And now, in adulthood, you turned out to be one of the tourists.

Everything went as usual. You and your friends (to be honest, it's hard to call such people real friends, but you didn't have to choose) ended up in the middle of nowhere with a broken car. A strange redneck named Lester appears and offers to help free of charge. While you and your friends were riding in his creaking truck, Lester didn't stop staring at you. Normally, you would have had a fight with him, but for some reason, this possum man seemed completely safe to you. Even more, than these people you came here with. Next to him, for some reason, there was a homely, cozy atmosphere. As soon as Lester was alone, he immediately contacted Bo and begged him to take a closer look at you. Something about you makes his heart ache. Bo just rolled his eyes, over the years, not a few girls, named Y/n, have visited this city.

But as soon as Bo saw you, he felt it too. He even changed his face for a moment. Both Bo and Lester, independently of each other, noticed your special features. Some kind of mole under the collarbone, which the brothers, when they were children, liked to gently peck? Or a constellation of moles, that you hated and they adored? Or not a perfect knee? When you were kids, once, Bo didn't intentionally pushed you down the stairs. The boy was just very angry. You didn't remain disabled, you didn't hurt much at all, except for bruises. But, after that incident, one of your knees began to let you down. Nothing very serious, it just hurts sometimes. And, well, let's just say, that everyone will be able to escape, run away, except you. Even Vincent, who was interested in Lester's strange call, noticed it.

While your friends were whispering, about how strange and nasty this Lester was, and Bo is so hot, but suspicious, you couldn't get rid of the strange feeling, that these men were some kind of familiar? You don't know them at all, but there is something so warm, safe, homely about these men. For some reason, it's nice to be near them. As if that's the way it should be. And this ring is on Bo's finger... In addition, you constantly felt, some kind, of invisible presence next to you. But it didn't scare you, on the contrary, there is a feeling, that this is how it should be, that this someone, you don't see, will protect you. What's going on? Why is everything so strange?

Of course, they must make sure of this, but the brothers felt in their hearts, that it is you, the one, who was taken away from them so cruelly and long ago.

Hello darling! Thank you so much for this request, I'm so glad you enjoyed my AU.

This was quite fun to write an AU for an AU and I tried to work with all the details you gave me. I totally got carried away though and I'll post soon a little Bonus / part 2 for this.

Hope you'll enjoy and don't hesitate to ask for more <3

THE MISSING PIECE OF AMBROSE

Warnings : murders, Bo hurt you as a child (but he is sorry), parents (adoptive and Trudy/Victor) suck, lonely reader, physical pain (your knee), car accident, one or two strong language.

You were looking through the window of the car, trying to not listen to the insufferable five people chatting besides you. You didn’t want to be there, and clearly they would have preferred if you weren’t there as well, but here you all were.

When your brother had wanted to do a roadtrip with some of his friends, your parents had pressured him to take you with him. You both had argued that it wasn’t a good idea, but they didn’t want you to be left behind. They knew you could sometimes feel like you weren’t belonging to the family and a bit lonely too, so they thought it would be a nice way for your brother and you to bond. But it was hard to like your brother when he was presenting you to everyone by saying “and this my adopted sister, Y/N”. He couldn’t make it clearer that he didn’t truly consider you as part of his people and you couldn’t express how it ached your heart each time.

You needed your family to love you, you were obsessed with this idea. And sometimes you even wondered if things would have been happier if you had stayed with your real family. You were so little the last time you saw them that you didn’t have much memories about them. You remembered you had brothers, or at least that there were angry boys around you. And your parents were overwhelmed. You remembered the screams, but you also remembered the cuddles and the softness you were surrounded with. You didn’t remember the name of the city you came from, or your family name, or anything else. You had some flashes from time to time though, but nothing more. You were pretty certain you were loved then, more than now even though you had no proof of that. The people who adopted you always said that they actually saved you from an abusive family. Apparently your real parents casted you away after an accident. One of your brothers threw you into the stairs in order to kill you. You didn’t want to believe that, because the thought you were loved somewhere else was all you had sometimes. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny how bad one of your knees was. It was hurting when you were using it for too long, and sometimes it would even let you down. And whenever your knee was painful it was also breaking your heart: no one ever loved you. But you could swear, you used to be cuddled at night because you could still wake up and wonder where the protective arms had gone. It couldn’t just be your imagination, right?

You jolted from your sad thoughts as the car suddenly jerked in the air before dangerously moving from one side to the other. The six of you were screaming in fear until the car stabilised itself in the middle of the road. You all left the car as fast as possible to see what happened and you realised some nails and shattered glasses had been left on the road, and that it burst the car tyres. You got lucky the accident didn’t get worse.

Everyone was panicking, or yelling or cursing. You stayed silent as you watched around you; you hated how you were in the middle of nowhere. What were you supposed to do? Especially with the heat hitting you like that… you just wished you were at your parents’ house, away from this nonsense. You leaned against the car, waiting for the others to make a decision; it wasn’t like they would listen to your opinion anyways. You reached for your phone but of course there was no connection. The three boys thought that the best thing to do was to continue on foot until they would be able to find someone, and the three girls needed to stay in the car. You didn’t like the idea of staying here and for once you said what you thought. The two other girls agreed with you and refused to be left alone either. Finally the six of you started to walk.

You had no idea how long this not so nice walk lasted, but after what felt like hours you saw a truck coming from the other side of the road. You all called for the driving man and gestured for him to stop. You really could use some help, and your knee was starting to be painful again. The truck thankfully stopped and you could have a better look at the man. And you all exchanged looks. The man was shady for sure. No matter how much he seemed nice, there was something about him. Maybe it was the dead animals and the smell. No, there was something more. Too gentle to be true.

“What’s up?” he asked as his eyes moved on all the faces surrounding him. He stopped on yours for longer than the rest of your group. And you felt a little bit uncomfortable at first.

“Our car broke down” your brother explained and the man seemed to come back to reality.

“The roads ain’t nice ova here. Wanna a ride to Ambrose?” he offered. There was something about his accent that you recognised but you couldn’t tell what it was. There was something about that city too… Ambrose…

“Ambrose?” you said and everyone turned toward you. “I mean… it wasn’t on the map”. You tried to find something to stay and you were glad everyone agreed with you on that. The redneck continued to stare at you though.

“Oh yeah, Ambrose’s too small, but Bo’s a mechanic who lives there” he replied as his eyes never strayed from you. This name was ringing a bell inside your head but you couldn’t remember where you already heard it. You finally thought it was nothing; the sun was probably hitting your head too hard and you were imagining things. Once again.

You finally all went into the man’s truck. He told you he was named Lester and that he was used to helping people lost or with a broken car. It happened often, especially because there was nothing around. While he talked, his eyes were always shifting from the road to you and then back to the road. He seemed like he couldn't get enough of you. You weren’t the kind of girl who stayed quiet when a man was being insistent like that, but Lester seemed completely safe to you. You had a good instinct and it was telling you that he had no ill intentions towards you. You even softly smiled at him, something you haven’t done since you left with your brother and his friends. He blushed a little and grinned back at you, his eyes bright. You settled more comfortably into his truck, and despite the roadkills laying around, it wasn’t that bad. You watched the scenery around you and it felt… it felt like you knew this place. It felt nice and almost cosy.

You were so caught up with the relaxing feelings you were experiencing for the first time in years, that you got surprised when the truck stopped. Lester seemed to notice because he sent you an apologetic smile before saying “Need to go the otha way now, but if ya walk 5 minutes, ya’ll find the garage” he said.

You all thanked him and left the truck. As you walked away, you sent the man one last glance. You noticed he was looking at you again, but this time he was on the phone. He seemed to be very excited and almost pleading. You wondered what was going on, even though it wasn’t your business. You still managed to read on his lips It’s her. But he certainly wasn’t talking about you. It wasn’t like you were interesting enough or anything. You felt almost sad at the idea you would never see that man again. It was strange, because you never felt that kind of attachment to anyone before, especially so quickly.

Your brothers and his friends were happy to be out of the truck and were saying rude things about Lester. It was upsetting and you lost your smile, but you didn’t argue. It would be pointless, and you were too tired for that. You finally arrived at Ambrose and not so far away was the garage. You saw a man coming from there; he seemed to be on the phone. You couldn’t see his expression because of the shadow of his hat casting upon his face. But he didn’t sound very impressed. He put his phone away as you were almost there.

“My kid bro told me ya have car troubles” he said as he moved closer to your group. He did like Lester then: his gaze moved past all of you before stopping on you. Something seemed to change in his eyes, like a flash of hope before he got his composure back. His fake smile meant danger, but you felt no fear. His eyes fell on the constellations of moles you had on your neck and shoulders. You had always hated them and you felt a little bit self conscious, so you looked away. Thankfully your brother started to talk again.

You weren’t too interested in the car talk so you simply looked around. There was definitely something familiar about this place, but you couldn’t tell what. You felt yourself relax once again and you had to resist the urge to have a walk around. Your eyes caught the sign mentioning the “House of Wax '' and you wondered what you would find in there. It seemed the mechanic could read your mind because soon after you heard him say: “Ya should go to the House of Wax. ‘s only thin’ to see here”. You turned your attention back on him. There was something so intense in his eyes and you nodded. As you looked down, you noticed the ring on his finger and you frowned.

“You have a nice ring” you said without thinking, because you were certain you had seen this ring somewhere before. Actually, in the few flashes you had of your father, you were certain, he was wearing a ring like that.

“Family one. Got it from my father” he replied and you hummed in thought.

“I think my dad had one like that” you murmured before you heard your brother huffing. When you looked up at him he rolled his eyes at you.

“Don’t be stupid now, you don’t remember your family” he replied and you blushed in shame at such harsh words in front of strangers. You caught a glimpse of Bo’s eyes that seemed to darken in silent anger.

“Alright, how ‘bout we go find your car” he finally said to your brother and they both left in Bo’s truck.

Once they were away, your brothers’ friends started to laugh and to whisper. “Gosh, the nasty redneck is his brother!”

“Right! I can’t believe it! He was so gross when Bo… Bo is so fucking fine!”

“But there is something off with him”

“You’re just jealous of him, idiot”

“No, I agree, there really is something… and the way they both stared at you Y/N…”

You were glad it wasn’t your imagination but you felt a little bit shy to be talked that way so directly.

“Yes, I don’t know. Maybe I remind them of someone.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know… sometimes people can feel familiar even though you don’t know them… How about we go to that House of Wax? We can’t stay in that garage forever”

You were relieved when you seemed to have found a good way to distract those people from what was happening between you and the Sinclair brothers. You couldn’t express to them how you enjoyed the presence of the Sinclairs and how you felt nice here. How you actually didn’t wish to leave.

You all went into the House of Wax. You all commented and laughed at the sculptures. Even though they were really well done, there was something about them that was making you uneasy and to fight this off, you had to joke around. However, the atmosphere was light and for once you enjoyed yourself. At the same time, more than once you looked around as if someone was watching you. It was like an invisible presence who was keeping an eye on you. You even thought it might be your guardian angel because you felt no fear. You were more relaxed than usual. But after a little while, your knee let you down and you let out a little whine of pain. The people with you didn’t seem to notice or care, and you massage your knee to smooth the pain away. You heard very light footsteps and turned your head, but didn’t see anything or anyone.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, just my stupid knee” you said. And you felt instantly silly, as if you really had a worried angel watching over you. You really must be lonely for your mind to create such things. To your defence, you had never had that kind of feeling before.

You suddenly went back to reality when one of the friends started to scream. You heard a loud noise as well and you rushed back to them, despite the pain. You saw one of the statues on the ground. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like the idea that your group was messing up with this place; it felt disrespectful.

“What’s going on?” you asked with a frown

“I know that woman, I know her!” a girl screamed in panic

“Is it a celebrity?” you asked again, not understanding what was going on

“No, it was my neighbour! She disappeared after a road trip!” she tried to explain but you were all confused.

“Maybe she just looks a lot like your friend, but it can’t be her” one the boys tried to counter and reason, while the other boy knelt down to touch the sculpture’s face. Because of the heat, the wax was soft and…

“Oh my… look at her face!”

And it wasn’t just wax… it was wax on human skin and bones.

Then it was chaos; a man appeared from the shadows of the museum and started to attack your group with a knife. He moved past you to stab one of your friends, and you didn’t try to think why you got that lucky, as you all started to run away from there. Your knee was painful but the adrenaline allowed you to forget about it. As you left the House of Wax, you heard the truck and you saw Bo going out of it, with a gun in one hand. You had no idea where your brother was, but it was clear you were in danger and you didn’t have time to worry about him.

You panicked and you all tried to find a way out of Ambrose, or to hide somewhere, or to find some help. Honestly, you were the perfect victims because you had no loyalty towards each other, no bravery and no fighting skill. It also became obvious the town was actually empty and that the four of you were trapped with three killers. Bo shot one of your friends down. You were only three left.

You tried to hide inside a house but as you were about to reach for the door, your knee let you down once again and you fell on the ground, whining in pain. You had no idea where your friends were, and you could tell they would never risk their lives for you. You tried to get up but your knee refused. You saw a shadow appearing and you found Bo standing in front of you. You were paralysed. And no matter how scary he looked in that instant, your instinct wasn’t panicking or screaming at you to do something. It was surprisingly quiet and you just watched the man, waiting. Bo stared at you and didn’t speak for a while; you could see all kinds of emotions passing in his eyes, but it was hard to get what it was. He licked his dry lips.

“Lester was sure ‘s ya” he murmured as he knelt down.

“What?” you croaked out

“And ‘m startin’ to believe it too” he added before gently taking your knee in his hands to bring it to his lips and kiss it. You were weirded out, but too scared to move. And the gesture started to be familiar too. You could see a little boy, apologising to you over and over again while kissing your knee to smooth the pain away. “‘m really sorry ‘bout that, love. Should’ve been more careful.” he continued and you heard guilt lacing his voice.

“What are you talking about?” you found the strength to ask

“Your knee.” He replied and he waited for you to answer. He was hoping you would connect the dots, because if you did… It meant you were his lost baby sister, the missing piece of Ambrose and the only thing the three brothers would cherish for the rest of their lives if God gave her back to them.

“My knee…” you repeated without understanding until it hit you “you… I fell down the stairs” you murmured with widening eyes. What was happening? Bo gave you a sad smile before kissing your knee again.

“Never meant to hurt ya. Would have rathered had all my bones broken” he said as he moved closer to you. You were so engrossed with the moment that you barely heard your friends screaming in fear and pain. The killer from the House of Wax was probably after them.

“What happened?” you asked, even though you couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Got angry and pushed ya without meanin’ to. Ya fell. And I swore to our parents it would never happen again, but they needed to “protect” ya from me. And they were too happy to finally have a good reason to take ya away from us. Ya were the only thing that made us happy after all, and monsters like us don’t deserve happiness. They weren’t fully wrong I guess, and maybe they thought ya would have a better life away from us.” he explained to you and you were about to start crying. You could tell how hurt he had been, and you understood this pain because you had felt it your whole life.

“I was told you did it on purpose. That you wanted to kill me” you replied after a while and you could tell Bo needed a lot of self control to not burst with anger. You looked away, which instantly calmed him down: he couldn’t have his baby sister fearing him. He shushed you and cupped your face before his fingers moved to the moles on your skin. He was surprisingly gentle to you.

“Did ya have a good life with your new family?” he asked so deadly calmly, you knew he wouldn’t like a positive answer. But it wouldn’t be the truth anyways and you shook your head.

“No, it was awful” you replied and your voice cracked as you started to silently cry. He shushed you again and brought you against his chest.

“I promise ya it’s ova now, we’ll take care of ya” he said

“Lester and you?” you asked

“And Vincent” he added and you guessed it was the knife killer, the one who was watching over you in the House of Wax.

Bo gently scooped you up from the ground and carried you to the house at the end of the town. Sinclair house. Your house. You nuzzled into his chest and calmed down as everything felt like it was as it had to be.

“Ya don’t mind if we kill them all?” he asked you as he looked down at you.

“No” you said, without even thinking about it because all you could think about was that you were finally home and that you were going to be loved and taken care of.

“Even your brother?” he insisted.

“He is not” you replied with a shake of your head as Bo’s grin appeared on his face, pleased by your answer.

“Indeed”

PART II

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atopearth · 5 years

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Liar! Uncover the Truth Part 2 - 6th to 9th Liars

6th Liar Gotta agree that the family situation can become a big hindrance to the relationship depending on things, especially if they don’t approve. Lmao at the heroine thinking Sotaro’s parents are actually farmers and not the doctor lineage vibe he gives off. Well, can’t tell for sure right now but parents that like to grow their own vegetables sound exactly like my parents, and that photo with his parents with cows, they could really just enjoy this as an interest and so went to check out farms in the US haha. LOL but if she does marry him and they move to the US and she’s expected to help out on the farm then yeah…. But really, just moving to the US is a big change to her life so I don’t see the heroine doing that at all for a guy.

Azusa is sooo pushy. He practically forced himself into her apartment. The heroine usually stands her ground so well, she really should have just said no, especially since they barely know each other and he’s already trying to get into her home. At least he cooked for her after barging in I guess lol. It can’t be helped that Haruichi actually being a head of the Yakuza would frighten her considering that no matter how kind he may be, he’s a part of the underground world and who knows what he’s actually done and will do in the future. I didn’t mind Haruichi but I doubt you can be prepared to marry someone with such a background so fast lol.

I think it’s just kinda saddening how hurt Haruichi was. It was understandable why he hid it and why he didn’t want to tell her, but yeah, if she’s getting married to him, she has the right to know.. The good thing was that Haruichi was truly sincere in his love for her, he never thought about finding a Yakuza wife until recently, but seeing how bold, strong and fearless she was, he fell for her and cared about her. Not that following her and getting someone to report about what she does everyday is good but considering his background, it’s probably expected. Finally decided to check out the other endings besides the True and Secret, and dangg, I feel sorry for her in the bad ending, she steeled herself into being a Mafia wife and he uses her as a sacrifice to go to jail instead of him and then dumps her, yeah that’s terrible. Now I don’t feel so bad for the heroine dumping him if that’s a possibility lmao.

7th Liar I always feel so bad that my favourite is Itaru but Sotaro looks so similar to him that it makes me mix them up lmao, I’m sorry I don’t love you enough to be able to tell the difference between you two! Hmm, so we’re dealing with some sort of addict this time~ hope it’s not a gaming addict because that’s me lolol. Hahaha omg, is Sotaro a gaming addict? Lolll, right after I said that too…

Wow, Kazumi just brings her to a fancy party and gets people to do her makeup and hair and he even got her a dress lol. Why couldn’t he tell her that beforehand? What if she put a lot of effort into her makeup and dress that day lol. But wow, the host of the party, Kazumi’s friend who is a director is such a sleazebag, who the hell tells a woman on their first meeting that instead of being a wedding planner, she’d be a great model and that he’d introduce her to a porn director?! Wow, just wow. Lmao at her being clueless to ice referring to drugs, guess it’s nice that she’s innocent. Whether Kazumi’s lack of appetite is related to that and whether the girl hanging off Itaru on the streets is an escort is something hard to gauge right now, but I’m hoping that Sotaro or Kazumi is the liar this time XD

Kazumi is the liar, as expected, but I guess from now on, the things they lie about won’t be as bad? He was actually lying because he had a terminal illness, when the heroine thought he was a drug addict. Can’t blame her though, but honestly, I don’t see this love he has for her. Don’t think they really matched tbh, so I’m glad she didn’t want to be with him lol. But, I feel like Kazumi is the only liar that I genuinely felt sorry for and could see why he lied, it just feels so terrible..?

8th Liar Heroine is running out of time! Only 2 weeks left before the mother comes to see her so called boyfriend, she better step up her game lol. Tbh though, with Azusa’s spending habits etc, I feel like if there’s a guy that doesn’t seem to be earning as much as he seems/lying about his job, I have to say, I feel like it’s Azusa. But who knows, he might be a rich boy lol. I don’t know if Itaru will be fired from his marketing/sales job that earns him big bucks but is super stressful, although very fulfilling to him but I do think that someone who can brave through all that is someone that must enjoy their job and the challenges that come with it, so I think that whatever he’s going through, he’ll be okay. As for Sotaro possibly selling drugs in the hospital or whatever hmmm, sounds rather far-fetched tbh. And Itaru was just recommending some vitamin supplements he thinks is good to her and she thinks he’s a jerk and some kinda dodgy guy???

Anyway, with the amount of evidence and him asking for money, it was obvious that Azusa was a marriage scam artist, which is a terrible thing to do. Not only do you steal precious money from a woman but you also rob them of their love and also their ability to believe in love again. As a person that isn’t doing well with his parents and was raised by his relatives and has worked multiple jobs to help out his little brother’s living expenses etc and understands the difficulties of earning money, you would think he would have more consideration for other people’s hard earned money. But no, he only thinks that his situation gives him the right to take all this money. Especially since he spends so much on clothes etc too! Luckily I never liked Azusa, I always thought he was rather fake and was constantly just trying to appeal to the heroine, so yep, ditch that fraud.

9th Liar It’s finally the last one! Please be Sotaro! Loll. Why did Itaru seem kinda flustered with her standard of guys to not have illegitimate children? Noooo. Lol at the heroine doing her makeup to go to the doctor when she’s so sick just in case she sees Sotaro at the hospital. Sure, the doctor wasn’t very nice in the way she said that if the heroine has the time to put on makeup, she has time to rest, but the heroine didn’t need to call her a bitch lol… I mean, she could have been just concerned about her well-being. On the other hand, it’s very difficult for some people to go out without makeup because they’ve got a reputation and a professional appearance they have to keep up just in case they see anyone and I think it’s reasonable for the heroine to put on makeup though.

Hahahah I can’t believe Itaru and Sotaro met at a ramen restaurant that serves ramen from spicy level one to 99, where they just happened to sit next to each other and started fighting through who can eat spicier but in the end they both couldn’t take the 99 and just became rivals after that lmao. Wow guess that female doctor really was a bitch lol, she’s so rude to the heroine to call her a silly redneck pig like wtf, no basic respect at all, disgusting. Anyway, so sad that the game is pointing to Itaru probably being the liar, sigh. So envious that the heroine has such a good friend like Yuri that she can consult all the time and even help her deal with bugs and clean up her whole apartment! Not sure how I feel about Sotaro right now, he keeps saying that the heroine should not approach Itaru but doesn’t give any reason why. Itaru doesn’t even do that, he just tries to get her heart whilst knowing Sotaro will be doing the same.

Omggg I actually didn’t expect Sotaro to be the liar! I think I was just so down in the dumps in the beginning because everything wanted to show that Itaru was a liar so I thought my favourite guy (from the beginning!) was going to lose. But, anyway lol omg, who would have thought Sotaro had actually divorced twice?! And omg, initially I thought being divorced was okay since you can understand why he ended up hiding it (secret ending) since he never really got the chance to tell her truthfully after he lost the courage once. But after reading the endings, yeah, Sotaro is terrible. He’s not looking for a wife, he’s looking for a 24/7 domestic housewife aka a maid. That bad ending is exactly how things will turn out considering his attitude and criteria for picking women. Someone like the heroine who can’t even clean her house or take care of bugs would never be Sotaro’s ideal wife lol, he should be happy she ran off lmao.

Anyway, turns out I had a good eye and actually chose the best guy from the beginning hahahah. They’re really pushing the destiny thing with her mum having sent a photo of the marriage partner she wanted to introduce to her and it was actually Itaru all along lol. She didn’t even need to go to the party to find him lol. But I guess it was important for the heroine to go through all those liars in order to completely trust Itaru now, so I’m happy for her. The only crappy thing is that you don’t get to see romance between them even though we’ve gotten through all these crappy guys to get here but it doesn’t feel like we got a reward at all lol. You have to purchase Itaru’s lovers route to probably get to see how they’re doing but really, I think they should have a bit of an epilogue and then if people want more, they can do the lovers route. Now it just feels so… Like I feel so not accomplished with no reward, it’s like, you find all the liars, read their endings and it’s the end. I know this is a game revolved around catching the liars over everything but I also feel like it’s unreasonable to not be able to see a romantic happy ending, sigh, disappointed.

Overall though, I think this game was too hyped up so I had too many expectations that weren’t fulfilled (lacklustre story and characters to an extent, but fun gameplay and straightforwardness from the heroine). However, it was still pretty fun, it was quite light hearted and interesting to look at the evidence and try to decipher who’s the liar, what they’re lying about and then seeing how they came to be who they are. It was quite fascinating and a lot of fun, I enjoyed it as a nice and chill story of a distrustful woman that gets through all the crappy men to find one that will give her the best and what she needs. So now I can tell myself that I have a good eye for men hahahaha!

Office Deception (next series) is next! But I’m gonna take a bit of a break to get more tickets accumulated so I can always get all the endings and have a more wholesome experience I guess haha. I hope it’ll be even better~ EDIT: I didn’t realise there was a sequel, I’ll do that after I’m done with Office Deception since I already started it loll.

#liar uncover the truth #liar! uncover the truth

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miamibeerscene · 7 years

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Sun, Sand and Craft Beer Along Florida’s Emerald Coast

Grayton Beer is in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. (Credit: Grayton Beer Co.)

October 12, 2017

If you don’t think about craft beer when you think about Florida’s Emerald Coast, it’s time to get your head out of the sand.

Although it’s mostly known for sugar-white sands, a laid-back lifestyle and tacky t-shirt shops, the Emerald Coast is also home to a growing craft beer scene. From Pensacola in the west to Panama City Beach in the east, more than a dozen Emerald Coast breweries and brewpubs call this area home.

You may come to the Emerald Coast for the beaches, but you’ll come back for the hospitality and beer.

“Our Taproom is Our Handshake”

Tucked just off U.S. Highway 98 in Santa Rosa Beach lies Grayton Beer Company. Grayton’s motto — “Slow down, you’re here,” – sets the tone for their easygoing vibe. Owner Jamey Price will tell you Grayton Beer Company represents the community, first and foremost.

“When Candace and I started the brewery, we wanted to create something in an area that was not reliant on tourism and real estate. Not only did we want to create something that would provide year-round jobs, but we wanted to create a business that would have relevance,” he says. “When I decided to do it, and Candace gave me the thumbs up, we said, ‘Let’s create an environment that gives us the ability to bring our children back here.’”

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Price and his team will produce 15,000 barrels of beer in 2017, ranging from their 30A Beach Blonde and 1890 Founder’s Ale to the pale ale and Fish Whistle IPA. Within its 30,000-square-foot brewery and taproom, beer lovers will quickly find a brew that suites their style.

“Our taproom is our handshake, so if we can get people in here, they understand that local people make their beer every day and are fighting to make sure that beer is the best possible beer they can produce,” Price says. “That’s who we are.”

On any given day, there is live music, food trucks, and families playing corn hole with their four-legged friends.

“We have so many breweries that are coming up and everything is hyper-local, and that’s such a cool concept,” he says. “When other breweries pop up and come online, whether they are a production brewery or a brewpub, to give another layer of education for our locals and tourists, that’s a great thing.”

Panhandle Breweries Gain Momentum

Idyll Hounds’ Frasier Hansen and Shawn Sherman come from a culinary background. (Credit: Idyll Hounds Brewing)

A short walk from Grayton Beer Company, the brewers at Idyll Hounds Brewing Company are not only making beers they love to drink, but they are brewing beers that can appeal to everyone from the local beach bum to a craft beer aficionado. Owners and brewers Frasier Hansen and Shawn Sherman come from a culinary background, which helps guide their creativity.

The lineup at Idyll Hounds is constantly evolving, but it centers around their flagship brews: Divide & Conch’r, Man O’ Wheat and the recently introduced Ghost Crab Pilsna. You’ll definitely find plenty of other unique brews in their taproom, whether it’s a barrel-aged project, an incredibly drinkable New England-style IPA, or a beer infused with mango and habanero.

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“Idyll Hounds is really the creative outlet and our unique voice through beer,” the Hounds, as they refer to themselves, will tell you.

“Years ago there was no scene, and now people are coming down here to enjoy beer and other fun events, then taking things back home to share — it’s pretty awesome to see,” the Hounds say. “It’s really cool to see that and see this area become more than a beach destination.”

“Even though we may be considered a tourist destination for the beaches, some amazing craft beers are being poured by the local breweries,” says Bill Bunning, head brewer at Ye Olde Brothers Brewery, Navarre’s first independent brewery.

Bunning is currently creating big flavors out of a space that’s no bigger than a mid-to-large-sized shed – but he has bigger plans. Ye Olde Brothers is currently expanding its one-barrel system to a 10-barrel system. Then, Bunning plans to distribute throughout the Panhandle.

Their beers include the Panhandle Porter, the Blackwater Stout, East Bay IPA and Black Bear Honey Wheat. When you stop in, know that a visit isn’t complete without one of the delicious brick oven pizzas. Did we mention that lounging in the rocking chairs on the porch is encouraged?

“The Emerald Coast should definitely be considered a craft beer destination,” he says. “Not only do we serve amazing beer, but the area has plenty more to offer.”

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Breweries Add to the Beach Experience

Businesses like the Emerald Coast Beer Trail are taking advantage of the growing market, offering beer-themed adventures that take beer lovers from one brewery to another on the EC Party Bus. It’s a great way to explore Emerald Coast breweries without having to drive.

You may come to the Emerald Coast for the beaches, there’s no doubt about that. When you look at the sugar-white sands and emerald green waters, what’s not to love? From golfing and tennis to deep sea fishing, parasailing and world-class eats, there’s plenty of activities to keep you busy. But this growing craft beer scene adds another level of fun for visitors. From Grayton Beer Company and Idyll Hounds Brewing Company in Santa Rosa Beach to Ye Olde Brothers Brewery in Navarre and Pensacola Bay Brewery, Gulf Coast Brewery and Redneck Riviera Brewing Project in Pensacola; to Props Brewery in Fort Walton Beach, Destin Brewery in Destin, 3rd Planet Brewing in Niceville; and Nivol Brewing Company in Panama City Beach, we guarantee you’ll find an amazing beer.

So if you love great beer that’s locally crafted and a bit adventurous, a trip to Florida’s Emerald Coast is a must. We’ll supply the beer, sunshine and sand — cheers!

Matt AlgarinAuthor Website

Originally from Cleveland, Ohio, Matt Algarin is a long-time media professional, freelance writer, sports junkie and craft beer lover who lives with his toes in the sand along Florida’s Emerald Coast. Through his website, http://ift.tt/2zicJ7Y, Matt writes about the Emerald Coast beer scene, highlighting local breweries, beer-related events and the characters that make the craft beer community tick. Read more by this author

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