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The Pilot.

It has been exactly one year since you were caught in a tragic car accident, followed by a miracle of modern medicine that saved your life. The risky brain surgery almost seemed like it would fail, but you not only survived but regained all your previous functions as a human being.

It took a few weeks for you to notice them. Those things scratching at the edges of the walls and how the vines kept crawling closer to your window, the shadows of such tall and impossibly thin people with their razor fingers, the shapeless monsters that slowly but surely infected your every sense.

It has been exactly one year since the doctors that operated on you with a risky procedure saved your life. It has been nine months since that life became a curse, seven months since you stopped leaving the house, stopped leaving your room, and started seeing monsters overlap people.

But not online, not there in the digital expanse that has saved you. Where the real world is nothing but horror, the normality of it is retained within the ones and zeros of machines.

The internet in your life line. No therapy has worked and your brain is ruined. You dread seeing your own parents because of the beasts that follow them, and all other humans are likewise haunted by ghouls and a host of other boogeymen. You can't even get away from them in your sleep.

They stalk you and hunt you every night in post apocalyptic wastelands and mazes of flesh both, so each time you fight them off with bare hands and the stench of desperation.

You can't leave your room. Why does she keep knocking?

"Please honey, your grandparents don't come often. They just want to see you, can't you come down stairs? You know I wouldn't make you come out to eat with us, so please..."

> "I'm sorry Mom, I'm talking to a friend right now..."
> "Just go away!" You've tried you've tried it never gets better!
> Maybe it won't hurt, maybe it will be okay and you could always run back...
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Maybe it won't hurt, maybe it will be okay and you could always run back...
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>>36076904
> Maybe it won't hurt, maybe it will be okay and you could always run back...
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>>36076904
> Maybe it won't hurt, maybe it will be okay and you could always run back...
Hope you're still there OP
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>>36076904
>Maybe it won't hurt, maybe it will be okay and you could always run back...
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>>36076932
>>36076948
>>36077131
>>36077315
Had to help with house work. Writing.
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>>36077529
You know you shouldn't, and that it will hurt, but you do want to see them. You are sick of waiting until everyone is asleep so that you can go sneak food into your room, turning on all the lights you possibly can so that those things can't touch you. They like to hide in unlit corners and in betweens. Something makes skittering whispers.

You rise on thin limbs, body having become softer and weaker from time spent inside this one haven.

It doesn't stop you from stepping over trash and clothing, papers marked with the drabbles of trembling hands and images of a mind ruined by miracles. A fuzzy and scribbled thing dances into your sight, small and with large eyes of a dull green. You grab hold of it and crush it into gray smoke before the revolting pest can continue it's noise making.

The skittering stops.

"Dear?" You press your palm to the door that shifts from rotted wood to gray and crumbling concrete.

Your mouth is dry and lips cracked, but you manage. You might even be able to eat a hot meal.

"I'll go, get washed up and meet them." Your voice is ugly, sounding of falling teeth into water, but it feels good to speak to your pleased mother. Your grandparents will be here in half an hour.

> Take a shower first and foremost. It's been too long.
> Stall for time, you will go down you just... Need to prepare for what you might see.
> Pick out clothing. There should be something clean.
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>>36077848
> Take a shower first and foremost. It's been too long.
But
> Pick out clothing. There should be something clean.
First
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>>36077877
Supporting this
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>>36077848

> Take a shower first and foremost. It's been too long.
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>>36077877
Backing
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>>36077877
>>36077902
>>36077914
>>36077914
>>36077931
writing now
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>>36078118
You decide that just forcing yourself out of your bedroom is the way to go. You bring nothing with you but the pajamas on your back, and with not even a glance towards your mother who is surely looking right at you...

You go to the left of you, mercifully close by and to the opposite of the rest of the rooms upstairs, and enter the bathroom. Slamming the lights on, you try to ignore the ghosting overlaps of a room long abandoned by man, overgrown with greenery and the sunny oceans that drown out the rest of the world beyond broken walls.

The window beckons with the crackle of heat and flame, bombs being dropped by warring planes over head.

And you do ignore it just as you ignore the filth that seeps along the floor like sickness. You know that it's all hallucinations, while the monsters are very real things creeping past gateways and dreamers into the world around you, what you see and feel and taste are simply echos of those spaces leaking in.

As you wash yourself with too hot water, you wish your mind hadn't been cut open and pulled inside out. Life in a coma with a plug to be pulled would have been so much better than knowing what was lurking in the corner of your eyes.

> Get in the bath, maybe it will help you feel better.
> Just go put on proper clothing already.
> Run back to the internet, you don't need to do this.
> ?
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>>36078285
> Get in the bath, maybe it will help you feel better.

Keep eyes closed? Should block out half of it.
Oh and keep arms on the edge of the tub.
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>>36078285

> Get in the bath, maybe it will help you feel better.
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>>36078285
>> Get in the bath, maybe it will help you feel better.
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>>36078285
>> Get in the bath, maybe it will help you feel better.
Only hallucinations in here, no need to worry. Try to use self-hypnosis/suggestion if possible. Does MC have a mantra?
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>>36078303
>>36078333
>>36078355
>>36078383
Writing! Also drat, foiled by smart players.
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>>36078383
>Only hallucinations
I hope not
Also why exactly are we so scared of these things?
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>>36078460
Because they seem real to whoever's hallucinating?
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>>36078460
>>You know that it's all hallucinations, while the monsters are very real things creeping past gateways and dreamers into the world around you, what you see and feel and taste are simply echos of those spaces leaking in.
Even if the monsters ARE real which I honestly doubt, MC is paranoid/schizophrenic/delusional/whatever after all, even the MC knows the environments are just hallucinations, therefor we have no reason to be scared of them.
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Just because you can logically know that something is a hallucination, when it sounds, looks, feels and acts real, its hard to act normal.

Plus, there's always the what-if scenario that it is all real, and the surgery opened our mind up to this hidden world that most people only see in their dreams or out of the corner of their eye.
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>>36078607
MC has been in here for months, and has stated the monsters are real.
Presumably she has some reason to believe so.
Therefor I assume she also has a reason to believe her environmental hallucinations are just hallucinations.
We really have nothing else to base things on, and she managed to ignore all the non-monster stuff so far, seems pretty obvious environment IS just hallucinations.
Also >>36078421's spoiler
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>>36078421
You quickly turn the shower off, and turn towards the bath. Like the rest of the room it is shadowed, this time by a deep film of mold and other viscera. Shuffling over to it you feel the slime come apart as you run a hand down a clean and white surface. It makes that wiped noise that shiny things do, like clean hair or plates.

The gunk on your finger dissipates in moments along with the feeling of achy nails.

You turn on the water and tune it to a slightly hot warm, but still hiss once you get in. You immediately arrange yourself upright and rigid, attempting to maximize your abilities of fleeing if something wrong happens. Your arms are out of the water and your knees in position.

And then you wait, eyes closed and breathing heavy as the warmth embraces you, lulling you to relaxation. The thoughts in your head stir to the surface and yes, maybe it will be okay. Maybe you won't see the nasty things from inside people enforce their terrible visage.

Your stomach tenses when the feeling of slimy kelp brushes against your skin, the momentary scent of brine flirts with your sense of smell and taste.

And that too passes, falling down as the sea floor slopes into an abyss that swallow a man whole because he didn't listen to those that warned him of the behemoth that lay waiting in the trickster ocean's depth. With enough force to shatter worlds, you feel the beast's maw open in wait, an old old old thing that that foolish man cannot hope to fill the belly of.

But you reach to drain the water, and nothing but water leaves you along with nothing but you staying in the tub. Your knuckles are white against the white of the bathtub, but you are safe and intact with your hearing cleared of the muffled ocean's calling.

> Get dressed and go back to your room.
> Dry off.
> Just run back, no one is up here.
> ???
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>>36078607
I know great way to check if these hings are hallucinations or not
>people with their razor fingers
If they aren't only shadows we could try to cut ourself on them
That would ease our insanity by proving its not real
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>>36078669
>???
Mystery option?
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>>36078690
Write in option. Should have clarified.
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>>36078669
>Dry off
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>>36078669
Are we clean?
If not shower for real this time
If we are dry off and then get dressed
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>>36078669
>>36078690
>>36078699
Right, well then.

> Dry off.
> Get dressed and go back to your room.
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>>36078674
>implying MC won't hallucinate a wound there
>implying it isn't a magical wound that normies can't see
>implying we could get close enough to try that without being killed, or would even have the courage to think of it
>implying they can't be real while being nonphysical
>>36078669
Dry off quickly but not rushed, it's only a towel after all, just like the bath was also just a bath, then get dressed and go back to our room to clear out head.
Don't look in the mirror, try to get a mantra going or self-hypnotize the hallucinations away if something minor comes up, it could be a good test run just to try something small, yeah?
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>>36078709
>>36078716
>>36078723
>>36078739
Writing
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>>36078855
There isn't much use it drawing things out anymore. You open the small cabinet built into the wall and slap away cobwebs from the large brown towel you will be using to dry off.

You bring to pat at your arms and chest, followed by armpits and the lower half of your body. You scrub at your hair and mess with it more, and by the time your wrap yourself in the towel your mother calls up to you and says that your guests will arrive in ten minutes.

You do not call back out to her, instead you walk back to your room but stop for a moment. Your older brother's door is ajar and music is playing. He's likely going to be down stairs with you when the grandparents visit. It... doesn't matter.

You close the door with a thup and click when you lock it behind you. In the mirror that you never look at, your room is dark and your eyes undulate with circles and blue. You feel the phantom of blood rolling down your chin and dripping, but you look away just before it meets your naked skin. Your lights are bright as always, and your trash shoved aside into piles as always.

> Look for actually clean clothing.
> Just settle for clothing that doesn't smell too much.
> You don't need undergarments, just coverings.
> Find another pair of pajamas. No point in dressing up.
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>>36079183
> No need for undergarments. Just coverings
Ib4 she's a brocon and lewd things will happen
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>>36079183
>You don't need undergarments, just coverings
Gawain Commando.
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>>36079183

> Look for actually clean clothing.
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>>36079183
> Look for actually clean clothing.
So are we depressed too?
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>>36079183
> Just settle for undergarments that doesn't smell too much.
> Look for actually clean clothing.
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>>36079234
Wouldn't you be depressed if your life was not suddenly but slowly infected by constant nightmarish visuals?
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>>36079183
Ideally
>> Look for actually clean clothing.
If impossible or too difficult, then settle for
>> Just settle for clothing that doesn't smell too much.
Wear underwear though, we're no slut and don't want to be caught without panties in case freaky shit goes down.
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>>36079183
>> Look for actually clean clothing.
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>>36079256
Why would I?
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>>36079337
Because your life suddenly turned into nightmarish shit?
But maybe you're right, you'd probably be more suicidal/paranoid/violent.
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>>36079337
Because everything you see scares you and you wonder if you are still sane as no one else can see what you can. Honestly it is a miracle that she hasnt slashed her wrists
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>>36079337
The complete loss of social interaction? The inability to function as a member of society? A complete loss of productiveness? Plus given the character is already brain-damaged (in some sense) means that additional side-effects like depression and mood swings wouldn't be uncommon.
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>>36079183
>> You don't need undergarments, just coverings.
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It's fine. There's nothing wrong.

̺̦̝̲̝̬̦̿̄͊ͤI̩̹̮͛͋̏͋̃̏̀̚'̢̰̙̒̀̈̂̋m̒̌҉͓̟̜̮̬̥̱ ͈͓ͨͣ͟ḟ̹̥̭̟͇͒̏i̵̗ͥ̃̂̈́̌n̷ͮ͊e.̦̟͚͐ͨ̒̀ͅ ͗T̸͉̬͇͚̹̗͚ͤ̑̄ͪ́h͉̩̭̟̩͚̿̃̌ͭͨęr͙̼̜̗̘̞ẽ̝̖̻̟̪̞̦̾͞'̱̻̤̘s̟̤̙̻̮͟ͅ ͐͛ͪ̃͆͗͡n̆ͩ̔ͧo͓͠t̴̹̣̤̻h̢̺͇͊ͯ̅ͣͩͦ̾i̦̦͕͐n̂͆̀́҉͍̲̭g͇̞͕͑ ̘͙̖w͖̔́ͯ̕r̯͚͔̺̊̀ö̻n̺͕̘̩̗̿ͅg͈͐̓͊ͬͣͧ́ ̙̩̖̰̯̘͖̊̍ͣͯ̄͛̚w̏ͤi̹̹̼̜͔̜̰͒̒̓̀tͫͤ̑̄̊͞ḥ̙̫͙̻ ̶̾̉ṃ͎̫͓̝͙̲ͪ͌ͩ͐e̹̱͔̊̏̎͂̆͜.̟̤͍͛̑̽͆ͤͣ͆
I̸̛̳̪͖̗̼͒͑̒̄ͫ̎ͮͪͦͣͨͭ̉̽͢ṭ̴̴̣̱̬̖̼͉͕̗̳̟͓̺̮̘͕̭̋̔ͬͤ̂̀͞ͅͅ'̴̸̷̧͉̥̣̣̦̲̙̬̩̦͉̭̤̹̈ͯ̂ͯ̏̾͛͆ͯ̂͑̑͊̀̾͡ͅͅş̦͇͚̟̟̬͐̎̓̌ͥ͊͂͂͞͝ ̴ͬͩ̐̆ͥ̏͗ͥͤ̈̀̀҉̶̠̙̲̟̖̪̲͍̳͙͕n̷̪̣̝̘̺͎̦̠ͮͦ̽̔͆ͮ́̀̀̍͒͊̒o̵͖̭̦̹̞̮͚̽͒ͭ̉͊̇̈ͯͦ̀͐́̈́̑̀͘͠͞t͒ͬ͒́̔́̿ͨͮ̒͏̀҉͚͔͍̯͕ ̡̜̺͈̼͔̝͕̦̪̻̬͉͚̮͇̩̼̜̒ͮ̍̒ͥ̍̕ͅf̵̨͉̲̝̣͈̺͍͎͉͕̯͎̭͓̘̝̫̅ͥ̆͆̓ͧ̆̋͐ͬ͋͑̔͐ͫ͑̈́̓̌͟͞͡ͅi̶̵̧̡͈͈̗̭̞͉͖̹̙̟̊ͪ̄̆͗͗͑͢n̸̆̈̎̔ͫͮͪ̆̾́ͯ̑ͨ̑̑̉̓̓͡͏̦͍͙̰̩̘̼͓̬̘̱͇ḙ̵̡̺͍̩ͬ͊̓́͛ͫ͒̎ͤ̿̍ͧ̓́͝.̵͈͈̺̰̘̫̙̬͖̪̫̰̣̭̼͎̬̝̀ͤ́ͣ̓̓ͬͫ͞

̖͉̠̮͕̈̀̋̓͛ͅY̻̺̪ͩͭ̕o̸̢̘̹̿ͦu̫̖̞̩̻̻̝͂̇ͦ̃̄'̉̊̉͂̐̍͂͏̙̙r̢͖͇̝͈ͪḕ̊̅̔͑̅́͘҉̖̣͕̠̝̜̭̮͢ ̟̤̜̣̻͎̑̉̈́̽͐̔ͮ̀f̷̡͖̣̎̀̍ͦͩiͧ̔̋͂ͣͮ͆͘҉̬n̲͈͍̫ͧ̉̆̕e̸̠͓̞̪̫ͤ̔̒ͬ̃̾͆́.̝̲̔̃ͣ͂̿ͮͤ ̼̭̭͎̆̇͆͛ͦͦͬ͑̕ͅͅT̨̮̳̯̣̯̰ͤ̃ͯ̋͑̊h̡͕̺̩͈̖̪̺̺ͣ͟͞ę̡͎̣͈͔̦͚͊́̆ͤ͋͂̕ͅr̟̻̯̪̹̞̖̈͟͝e͔͗ͮ̑̔̿ͭ̏͝'̰̝̫̝͎̖̲ͭ̾ͥ̃͗͌͒͂̀̀s̤̦̜̭̦̳͇̏́ͪͤ͡ͅ ̴͎͎̺̫̦̹͍͈͛ͧ͛͜n͇͍͍ͦͦͮ̓͊̎͝ő̢͚͈t͉͓̩̖̻̚h̪̝̬͉͕̤̻̄̔ͩ̾͒̾̇͗ͥ͞ͅiͩͧͫ̉̓̑̒ͩ҉͇͖̥̜̗n̝̳͕̙͆͛g̷̟͂ͮ͆ ̨̘̟̖̫̲̜͔̪̊̐̿̅͐w͙̓͑ͣ̔ͫ͝ͅr̺̍͐ͅo̺̝̦͚̔͋n̾̿̅͒̋͒ͩ̋͋͏̡̗̺͔͍̝ͅģ̩̺̣͂͛̃̀̏͞ ̵̖͚̲̫̎ͬ̿͠ͅw̷̹͈̻̪ͮ̑͊ͥî̯͎̖̺̮̘̤̄͒̂͌ͥ͟ͅt̝̰̙̪͊̄̂̂h͇̪͍͇͙̖̥̘̏ ̷̢̲̪̤͚̺͈͊ͫ̃͊̈́ͮ͝y̭̮̞̆̀͒ͣ͂̑o̶̷͙ͬ̏̓̒̈́͑u̥͓̻̞͖̙̗͆
I̸̛̳̪͖̗̼͒͑̒̄ͫ̎ͮͪͦͣͨͭ̉̽͢ṭ̴̴̣̱̬̖̼͉͕̗̳̟͓̺̮̘͕̭̋̔ͬͤ̂̀͞ͅͅ'̴̸̷̧͉̥̣̣̦̲̙̬̩̦͉̭̤̹̈ͯ̂ͯ̏̾͛͆ͯ̂͑̑͊̀̾͡ͅͅş̦͇͚̟̟̬͐̎̓̌ͥ͊͂͂͞͝ ̴ͬͩ̐̆ͥ̏͗ͥͤ̈̀̀҉̶̠̙̲̟̖̪̲͍̳͙͕n̷̪̣̝̘̺͎̦̠ͮͦ̽̔͆ͮ́̀̀̍͒͊̒o̵͖̭̦̹̞̮͚̽͒ͭ̉͊̇̈ͯͦ̀͐́̈́̑̀͘͠͞t͒ͬ͒́̔́̿ͨͮ̒͏̀҉͚͔͍̯͕ ̡̜̺͈̼͔̝͕̦̪̻̬͉͚̮͇̩̼̜̒ͮ̍̒ͥ̍̕ͅf̵̨͉̲̝̣͈̺͍͎͉͕̯͎̭͓̘̝̫̅ͥ̆͆̓ͧ̆̋͐ͬ͋͑̔͐ͫ͑̈́̓̌͟͞͡ͅi̶̵̧̡͈͈̗̭̞͉͖̹̙̟̊ͪ̄̆͗͗͑͢n̸̆̈̎̔ͫͮͪ̆̾́ͯ̑ͨ̑̑̉̓̓͡͏̦͍͙̰̩̘̼͓̬̘̱͇ḙ̵̡̺͍̩ͬ͊̓́͛ͫ͒̎ͤ̿̍ͧ̓́͝.̵͈͈̺̰̘̫̙̬͖̪̫̰̣̭̼͎̬̝̀ͤ́ͣ̓̓ͬͫ͞
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>>36079882
You figure that since you showered you may as well go the whole nine yards. It takes a while but you manage to separate clothing from trash and vis versa. There are a few articles that you rush to toss into an already over flower hamper, but you do end up unearthing clean clothing in the bottom most dresser drawer.

It's an old dress that spills itself around you now, memories of weight lost, but it should hide that new boniness of your shoulders.

You are almost swimming in it, but the heaviness in almost good.

The knock on your door brings you back to alertness, but this time it is your father.

"Uh, hon? Your grandparents are here so... You'll be coming down to meet them, right?"

> I changed my mind, I'm just going to go sleep now.
> I'll be down in a little bit, after some computer time.
> Yeah. Open the door and follow him down.
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>>36080332
>I'll be down in a little bit, after some computer time
Give our online friends the heads up, and unwind slightly. The bath was a tense experience, if refreshing, and a little alone time will help gird us for the road ahead.
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>>36080332
> Yeah. Open the door and follow him down.
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>>36080332
> Yeah. Open the door and follow him down.
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>>36080332
> I'll be down in a little bit, after some computer time.
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>>36080332
>> Yeah. Open the door and follow him down.
Make sure it's dad though, don't want any surprises. Close the door and say we need just a few minutes if some spooky shit is going on.
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>>36080332
> Yeah. Open the door and follow him down.
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Holy shit the curse is real. My power went off until just now.
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>>36081241
It's okay OP.
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Archiveanons do what you must. This thread is the best horror quest I have seen so far
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>>36081677
Eh, Haloween's Imouto Quest was better.

Not that this quest is far enough along to really compare anything.
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I'm a good bit too tired to continue. If the thread is here when I wake up then I'll continue onwards. I'm just glad so many people were interested in the quest!

In case I don't come back and run it again, I was going for a mix of Silent Hill, Black Rock Shooter, and Saya no Uta with elements of Persona.
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>>36081964
Aww, don't reveal that right off the bat.
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>>36081964
...just make anew thread if this one goes down.
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Bump
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>>36081964
So we're going to fight delusions with delusions except maybe the delusions aren't actually delusions.
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>>36085541
I know easy way to check if delusions are true
1. Hurt yourself visibly by using them
2. Ask someone if they can see wound
3. Repeat step 3 six time to be sure you actually asked real people
If people from step 3 were all delusions then we should suicide
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Bamp
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This quest is cool. I hope it works out
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>>36080332
> Yeah. Open the door and follow him down.

Face your fears! Also, I want to keep this thread alive because I want to see where this goes.
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Bimp
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>>36085786
Won't work because this is magic, we can't gleam anything from the results.
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>>36093427
It would establish that our visions are of actual things and not just hallucinations. We might want to do it in the company of someone else though. After seeing wounds open up on our skin they won't question what we're seeing for an instant.
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>>36096481
Don't underestimate how delusional MC can be. She could hallucinate the whole thing. It could be a real wound, but because of magic only we can see it. Normies could just be mindcontrolled into not noticing it.
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
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>>36081964
>If the thread is here when I wake up then I'll continue onwards.
But you'll just make a new thread if it's not, right?



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