Life Is Strange is the story of the 18-year-old photography student, Max Caulfield. It's her ability to rewind time is the core idea of the game, and there's a lot of interesting scenarios to describe. It's both include her relationship struggles and the other external adventures.
Here I am converting it into a fictional story, there's plenty of moments which words can't describe. So I will be narrating the story with a little bit differently. The plot and incidents will be the same. Some dialogues and some other small stuff will be changed to make it a better one to read. This will be a series, where each post comes as each chapter.
The header image is from here, and all other images are screenshots taken from the game.
It's making her mind more and more excited, she couldn't believe what she just saw. Everything seems like a dream, going to the future and changing the events seemed like some kind of fairy tale before, but now everything is in someway looped. It feels like it ain't a big thing at all.
But she feels some kind of uncomfortable while looking around. She walked in the corridor looking around, she felt that this reality could be part of some other dream. There are not many people inside the corridor. She saw the light outside, she thought that the sun could give her a little bit of relaxation. She walked towards the exit door.
The day seems more real and different outside. Birds chirping and the sunny light kind if made an elated feel and vibe in the front side. She saw some papers thrown to the floor, her attention stuck into one of those paper. She kneeled down and looked at one of those. It had a picture of a girl. It was about a missing girl, Rachel Amber.
"She looks so hopeful and pretty...
I wonder what happened to her."
She said that to herself, after one incident. Again bad news's are coming towards her. She needed some kind of peace for more time. She could see people around in the front yard. She wandered around the front yard without any idea, her mind was blank. She couldn't find anything that could be helpful to move forward.
All of a sudden she could feel the phone coming up with messages. She could remember who it was, he's been texting her for a while.
"I better read Warren's text before he blows my phone up."
She said that to herself and took the phone from the pocket. There she could see all the messages he's been texting. It's all about just to respond.
[Story Continues]