You love your quirky nature, the way each member differentiated themselves from the center until something new was created. You hear a voice in the distance, beckoning you to come. You see a pale figure standing in the corner of your room. A chill goes down your spine. “I know you,” you say aloud, staring off into space. Then it dawns on you.
You say “Is it finally time to begin?” “It is time,” the figure replies in a deep voice. The pale man, with dark circles around his eyes, begins to approach you. You take a deep breath and try to relax. “Do I need to bring anything?” you ask. “No, child,”
You say “Very well. Let's go.” The man grins. “Shall we, then?” You nod. He extends his arm, and opens the door next to you. A staircase is revealed.
You say, “narrator, sing me a song about magical friends.” You decide not to listen to music today. You feel like listening to something soothing, so you listen to Brand New's “The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me.”
You raise an eyebrow and just look at narrator. “Really?” The next song that comes on is “House of Gold” by The Afters. You decide to laugh at what's happening. You laugh at what's happening. It's then that you realize that you are not alone in your brain.
You say “Okay, I'll admit your last bit there is spoopy and clever, and that you may have some ability as a medium for this stuff. That's probably what keeps me coming back. I wish I knew what to offer you that you would value as much as I value your insight. “ You close your eyes and relax. You awake.
You eat some breakfast and contemplate the preceding conversation. You decide to explain your situation to the closest person you have. You call your friend, John. “Hey,” you say. “Hey,” he replies. “What's up?” You say, “I had this strange experience last night.” “Oh?” he asks.
You say “I think the cosmos may be manifesting all around us right now, and I was wondering if that was a local experience or something more of a universal trend. Are you feeling different lately, you know, about the clouds, or the proximity of disconnected events forming patterns that feel meaningful? “ “No,” John says, “But then I don't think about the clouds all that much. I try to keep my head down and just live my life. I guess that's what you should do too.” Me: This is a really unfunny parody of modern fiction writing.
You say “I think I need a vacation. That's saying something, given as I'm unemployed.” “You don't need a vacation, you need a purpose,” John says.
(from play.aidungeon.com)
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