Dans beaucoup de légendes du monde, les jumeaux sont maudits. Alors pourquoi pas ici? Lui est Jean... enfin était Jean. Il est désormais Jean-Baptiste : deux prénoms, deux personnalités, et pas mal de problèmes.

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.

What happens when one day a year you can go out and kill anyone you please -- with no consequences? It's up to you, stay inside and wait it out, or go out and join the celebration. Murder Day was my first dream turned short story, it inspired me to transcribe more of my subconscious wonderings and share them with you all. Some are frightening, some are sad, and maybe some day there might even be a happy one or two?