"What you are is an implant for these aliens. Your not actually real you know. You shouldn't be messing around with them either because you have attracted there attention. When they come for you it is like a supernatural experience. You need to find your group and raise your energy."


Me not real... Wut da fuq, I thought. This guys a bit out there. I am not a fucking implant..lol I couldn't help but laugh, as I thought it was a lame attempt to make me feel weak. There was just something about him. I pondered the idea that he was an old fat white dude living in his mums basement, eating pizza pockets and pop tarts. Probably a wizard named Dace or some shit :P


It made me laugh.



Over the next day Darcy and I exchanged back and forth like two losers out of high school playing dungeons and dragons...with aliens, getting into some weird occult shit.

I knew nothing, while he seemed to try bait me into what I did know, while offering me crumbs from the cookies he was cutting.
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