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I... Don't know where this all started... It all escalated so quickly, I didn't even know what was happening half the time... As I try to piece this together, my head hurts. So, I guess here goes nothing... At least, what I can remember...

It had been a normal day, well, sort of. It had been raining on a very muggy day in June, and I had been sitting in front of my laptop, a blanket curled around and laying across my back. I had done some stuff on Flipanim, some animating sight my buddy had showed me, posted some skits on Youtube, and read some animal jam creepy-pastas. Ironically, I'm posting this whole damned thing on this cursed sight...

I know exactly when I logged on. It was 1:24 am, and the rain was pounding harder than ever. Damn, I wish I noticed more... I logged on, typed in my username and password, and logged on. These cute little ducks had been running around shouting "For Ducks rights." It was pretty adorable, so I didn't bother to interrupt their little groups. I like to role play, I mean I LIKE to role play, it's practically all I do on there... But, this role play was... Different. Not in a good way, mind you, but a bit ominous. Like a horror movie, right before a jump scare. And your always on edge, so it doesn't get better.

It went on for awhile, the hair on the back of my neck alert and on end. This role player, glitch something, I can't remember that well or my head hurts, like to get gory. Unlike other people I role played with, this guy knew all the chat skips for curse words and slitting your wrists and stuff like that. But damn did his avatar look cool. He had all the promos of the alpha armor. I was a crazy alchemist, because I was an imaginative twelve year old with nothing better to do. It started out fine, and got more bloody as we continued. I joined in, thinking it was fun to rip snakes apart and turn them into invisibility potions. Damn did he like good grammar.

This guy would freak if I had even one typo in a string of chat messages. I explained to him I was practicing to touch type, so that seemed to calm him down. We eventually entered his den after being attacked by bandits. I, still can't recall what it looked like... Just, normal. That's all I can seem to remember right now... He then started getting real freaky, using ghosts demons and banshees to attack us. For a mortal, my character did pretty damn well. He had a few scratches, but was still up and at them. He actually HAD scratches, as in little red marks. I started to notice the arctic wolf chat without me, like a little movie.

I didn't mind. I should have. I watched as they were captured, and tortured for the information on the orb. It watched as my alchemist exploded the bandits, and escaped, leaving his new friend behind as he escaped. He fled into the woods of this seemingly endless den, and set a fire by magic. He fell asleep, his little cute character wolf in a tiny pixel sleeping bag. The screen went black, and then appeared again in the daytime. My character had stats! This was epic! Animal jam had gone all out for it's large role playing community. I closed the laptop, noticing the rain had stopped. I got ready to go back outside, and put on a rain coat.

I had walked out, with a sword. I had a sword. And potions... SO many potions! I realized, I WAS ROLE PLAYING! This was awesome! I fought through some zombies, and back to the cave. Even if my character was a coward, I would still fight! That was several years ago. I was an idiot for thinking I was in a game. I had passed out, and was dreaming. I was such an idiot... Course, I have full blown hallucinations in my dreams about this game, and yet I still play this game. So guess I'm still a god damned idiot. Told you this would escalate.

He follows me, and we chat often. I still play the role play in my dreams though, and damn is it getting good. My character is falling for a warrior girl, and I enjoy playing the story plot. Moral is, role play. You might end up like me. In a pure white room with a big, pretty door. A wolf friend, and another life in your dreams. A nice cushy floor and walls, and people giving you free food and pills! Plus they say your crazy so you can laugh at them. Role play, kids. And end up like me in a FREE house called the asylum. It's awesome!

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