Libel City (Prologue)
There is no golden sentence. In fact the whole golden sentence thing is completely rubbish and all those who cling to this notion should be shot.
Fuck all that flowery, knockoff Shakespeare garbage, too.
It is also worth noting my journal isn't dated and the chronology is basically subject to human error. Well--that and the fact I dropped out of school by 10th grade...so there's that random unnecessary fact about my condition. However, it is also worth noting that school wasn't my forte and I barely attended even if my physical form was subjected to such nonsense. It was boring and mostly useless. While lacking what most would consider a formal education, I'm a better survivor without it, because learning through trail & error is better than regurgitating brainwash material.
Personal society hang-ups aside, what you are reading is fiction. Yes, completely made up shit brought to you by our sponsors which consist of my basic vices. My name isn't real. I don't have one. I'm not just some entity that can be summoned for any cause outside of my own. There are many names associated with me depending on whom you ask if there is someone to ask. If it helps you can call me Thirty. Vague, yes, but easy to remember for an arcane eidolon.
But enough about my backstory... sit back, get comfortable, take notes, and pay attention. This easily will be the most important thing you'll engage that isn't a social media update regarding cats or gossip. Remember, none of this simulation is real. So don't go checking internet search engines.
