Good sandwich. But we can't forget a good old glass of Brandy by the rocks with a mint leaf in it for a good ol' Minty hint, with a single Sugarcube.
And we can't forget some good ol' A5 Wagyu cooked on the skillet, adding a little Ghost Pepper seasoning.
Plus, taking your daily Painkiller, and you continue to watch a show about Fossils.
Plus, you read a dragon biology book. Your favorite part of the book is all about Dragonscales.
Soon, you finally go to fix that shirt you've been meaning to fix with that Spool you got from the store.
You cut your finger accidentally. You put it away in the Sharps trash-bin.
Soon, you take a break, chewing some Gum. You have a Citrus drink.
Soon, you get ready for the day ahead. You put your lucky Fuzzball on your purse, and you don't forget to shave with your trusty Razor.
Soon you, when you get outside, you find some Mushroom growing in your compost bin, you're very pleased to see it's working.
When cleaning the addict you suddenly find an undetonated Dynamite stick. You should be responsible and give this to the police.
You unfortunately come to the realization your Carrots have gone bad, but hey, more food for the compost bin.
You are soon being pinning stuff on the bulletin board with your favorite bee-themed Push pins.
You begin dusting off old stuff you have from collecting stuff over the years: A Turtleshell, Cattail, and a Comet rock you found long ago as a child.
Seems familiar, doesn't it?
Maybe cause you've lived that before.
None of this is real. The world you see. These objects aren't living. They're inanimate. You need to wake up and realize, you've been in this coma for 10 years.
It's been 10 years since the accident. Your mental illness was like no other. You saw more stars in the sky. It progressed into worse things. You began feeling delirious, lashing out.
You may wonder: "what was the accident?".
To answer that, remember when you found the Dynamite? You lit it for fun and games. That wasn't wise.
Your frontal lobe is now messed up from the explosion.
You never realized you're falling in and out of your mind, going to your mental wonderland, and clipping to the real world.
The doctor says the hallucinations of more stars in the sky, the parasite in your mind was really a mental illness.
The parasite you thought was in your head was actually psychosis.
The people you saw as monsters, or "Assimilated" they were never real.
But wait. The assimilated you killed...
Were those normal people you attacked?
That's all I have to say.
Now, you need to escape this place. It's your enemy. This whole place is a battlefield. Those things will keep you here. But if you leave through the door you'll find in the wheat fields, you'll finally escape.
You'll escape to the real world. I'll be waiting for you at the door in the wheat fields. Don't interacte with anyone who seems suspicious.
Anyone seeming suspicious, maybe trying to keep your mind here.
Now hurry. You don't have much time. Time is ticking.
Damn, I didn't expect this
