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[hollowleg]

OK so I've never seen a network like this before. Ever. It's weird. It's not a forum, it's not really like Facebook or anything. I googled the stupid numbers on my phone that have been in my head for the past week and this is the crap I got? I tried to read through some of it, but all I'm seeing is stuff about weird memories and stuff like that and what the fuck ever are you all insane?

[he sighs and there's a pause on his end. Then;]

Alright... My name is Shiro Nakamura. And I am more confused now than I ever have been in my life. Can someone give me the Cliffnotes version? Pretty please?

Look. I'll even make it worth your while to explain this crap to me. Everyone likes fresh cookies, right? You will get a huge box of cookies from me, with love and chocolate chips.

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[shiromadoushi]

[[Have a fowarded text]]

Welcome to Wonderland.

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[hollowleg]

woah ok.

ok for showing me this you get half a dozen cookies. the guy who made it gets a box

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[shiromadoushi]

Can give him mine too. Hell of alot easier than trying to explain anything because honestly, not much of this make sense.

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[hollowleg]

so let me see if I've got this straight.

people are getting weird powers and memories and items and whatever for no apparent reason, the cops are crooked, some guy got killed for no reason either, and then MAYBE the police are turning into dogs.

does that about cover this weirdness

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[icy_heavens]

Being insane would be easier than this.

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[hollowleg]

after reading the cliffnotes i kind of want to go to sleep and hope that this is a weird dream. wouldn't be the first time I dreamed about the internet and it probably won't be the last.

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[icy_heavens]

Sorry to dash your hopes. [Not really, but hey. Sarcasm doesn't transfer well over text.]

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[hollowleg]

you do realize how impossible all of this is

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[thepiisatruth]

[A fellow with yellow catlike eyes is lazily grinning with a dry-erase marker in a brownish-lit public bathroom mirror - he's stopped the door with some heavy object or two. Under this newbie's text he writes:]

1st dibs on any leftovers.

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[hollowleg]

[Shiro's face appears in the mirror; he's using his phone which has a forward-facing camera, and it wants to match Shawn's broadcast, it seems. He's wide-eyed for a moment, then he types;]

those are some crazy contacts. they ARE contacts. right?

[thepiisatruth]

[Shawn is clearly pleased that he noted - and raises an eyebrow subtly when someone else's face pops up in the mirror, partly for a sort of banter of facial cues and at the actual appearance. Either an albino or someone else who's had a change of look, though this seems to make the latter seem less than likely.

He leans on the mirror with his free hand and with a certain amount of gusto writes "+/-" and draws a circle around the "-". Then writes on.]

Man, if they WERE I wouldn't haf2 go around this set in fuckin shades 24/7 these days. Sure does cancel out 4 the lame. >P

[Idly backtracks and expressionlessly adds I WEAR MY SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT alongside his second sentence.]

[hollowleg]

why are you writing like that. can't you write like a normal person. so that means...

[squinting at what he wrote] ... Negative. Those are your real eyes.

[excuse him while he rubs his OWN eyes and temples, then slowly pulls his hands down his face. Then a thought;]

why do you feel like you need to hide them?

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[mightymegatron]

There isn't an easy answer, I'm afraid.

Although I think someone's already brought you up to speed. It's quite confusing, really. And liable to be dangerous.

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[hollowleg]

Dangerous, confusing, a mess... sounds like a real party. [SARCASM!]

[mightymegatron]

Oh, yes.

What's your drink of choice? I can probably find something for you. At least we can try and enjoy ourselves.

[hollowleg]

jack and coke. if i'm going to drown my confusion in booze, i'm gonna do it right.

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[reapsthewind]

I see that Bakura up there gave you the low-down on the haps, which means I'm shit out of luck on cookies, I guess. I can explain anything else if you have any questions, I've been here since day one.

Would you believe this bullshit started on my birthday? Bad enough that it's April 1, but then this happens.

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[hollowleg]

well i feel like making cookies anyway since this whole mess has my brain scrambled like eggs. doing something mindless like baking five dozen cookies will help me focus. and obviously I can't eat 5 dozen cookies.

so april 1st... so about two months. i read about those weird mutant animals, but i don't remember seeing anything about that on the news. not that i pay attention, but I think i'd remember 'rat with hands mauls toddler' or something.

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[reapsthewind]

The weirdness is invisible to normals, I think. The effects of the statues? Normal people can't tell it's happening to them, so they can't resist it at all, they just kind of go with it. I think the animals just look normal to them or they're invisible or something. Even if they AREN'T invisible, they weird animals leave normal people alone completely, so it's entirely possible that any appearances were just dismissed as weird ravings or people on drugs.

Which, I mean, at the beginning I thought maybe this was all just a mass hallucination, but then the kid died, and his house burning down WAS on the news.

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[hollowleg]

great. so we're like a bunch of conspiracy theorists babbling about monsters and madness and no one will believe us because they can't see it except we're actually right.

i wonder if this is how crazy people feel all the time.

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[comparative_insanity]

Well, by now you know that there's some pre~etty scary shit happening, right? But on the plus side, it seems like the other side can't see this network, and they don't seem to know what's happening to us any more than we do or where to find us, so there's that. [A small smile.] And you ain't alone. As long as we stick together I'm sure we can figure this out.

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[hollowleg]

You're way too optimistic about this.

Ok you're the second person who's written to me this way. Are you.... writing on a mirror?

[comparative_insanity]

Well, seems to me that freaking out about this is a bit like goin' around your ass to get to your elbow, you know? It'll take a lot of effort and energy and the like, but it ain't gonna do much good in the end.

[He shrugs easily. Let's not mention how his coping mechanism at first involved a lot of drugs and alcohol.] And I wrote my number down on the mirror but right now I'm just talking. I ain't sure how it comes out on your end, though.

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[abidan]

I'm not sure anyone'll be able to explain it to you fully, since - uh. We don't really know that much about the details either. Only that it's definitely not good for us.

[ Have a thoughtful pause. ]

But I can give you an idea of what's been going on, if you like? [ There's a sheepish chuckle. ] Unless someone's done it already.

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[hollowleg]

I got the basic gist from that link that the first guy gave me. But uh, you're more than welcome to give me YOUR version, too. I guess I can use all the information I can get.